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Chapter: 2

As soon as my alarm went off I kissed my sleeping beauty goodbye and climbed out of her window.

I hated sneaking around but getting caught by her father would definitely get me kicked off the rugby team and that's something I couldn't afford.

To make matters worse I was a eighteen year old black dude who came from the Bronx and my lovely fair skinned Roselle with beautiful blue eyes and red curly hair came from the upper class estate on Razavuare Hills.

I hate how things are but that's just how it is, not many people except mixed couples.
I zipped up my Cougars jacket and walked down the street with my gaze lowered.

One wrong look and I'd have the whole community beating the shit out of me.
I walked a couple of streets down and bumped straight into someone, the minute I looked up instant regret took over.

His height matched mine perfectly. "Well well, well, what do we have here?" He said into my face as his hazel brown eyes stared into my dark ones.

"Look fellas I don't want any trouble" I whispered.

Philip, who stood on his left, burst into laughter, "he speaks like one of those illiterate Bronx boys!" He said.

I'm actually more intelligent than all three of these fools but I was not going to tell them that.

"Lucas, I don't have time for this. I need to get home before Mr. Fredrick has me thrown out again. I said, trying not to make eye contact with the wild beast.

Without warning he punched me straight in the face and ordered his goons to hold me down. "This will teach you to come to my area!" He said as his combat boots connected with my rib cage.

I screamed out in pain until one of the residents shouted from their porch scaring them away. I got up and held onto my now bruised ribs. "You ok son?" He asked before taking a sip from the yellow coffee cup he held in his hand.

"I'm fine sir" I said as I tried catching my breath. "Those Willson boys really did a number on you, are you sure you don't need any help?" He asked sternly.

I shook my head and continued walking, if I didn't make it back before my mother's shift ended there would be hell to pay.

As soon as I got onto the highway I hailed a cab and gave him my address. He looked at me from the rearview mirror and shook his head, "I don't understand why things haven't changed after all these years" He mumbled.

"Do you need medical attention?" He asked as he scrunched his eyebrows together. With a quick no response he turned his attention back onto the road.

It took approximately ten minutes to get to my house. Ten minutes too late if you ask me. I watched as my mother paced up and down our wooden porch while she clung onto her cell phone.

"Shit!" I whispered as he pulled up.
"Take it easy son" he said as he rolled his window down.

"Don't be too hard on him Phillice he's been through alot he shouted through the window"

Just my luck, the cab driver knows her too.
Well he might have softened her burning rage.

"Hi Ma" I whispered with my face lowered.

She lifted my face up and shook her head from side to side "don't hi ma me young man, where have you been?" She shouted.

Without giving me a chance to respond she yelled at me to get into the house "I will deal with you in a while!" She shouted as she walked towards the cab which was still idling in front of our steel gate.

It took a few minutes until she walked in with a disappointed look upon her face. "Why were you in Razavuare Hills?" She asked as she walked towards the bathroom.

I lowered my head, unable to answer if I told the truth she would probably kill me. She placed the first aid box down and pulled out a couple of bandages along with a disinfectant.

The moment she placed the swab against my bust lip I jumped up. "That will teach you to mess with those people!" She said.

For a moment she sounded just like the boys who beat me senseless.

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