Chapter 51
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"Well, well, well, If it isn't the Runaway Slut?"
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Runaway Slut!" Williams words boiled my blood.
Valdo quickly stood from beside me, "I don't know who you are, but you have no right saying those words to her."
William gave a cold laugh, "Who the hell are you?" he questioned. He looked behind Valdo and noticed the sleeping baby. "Oh let me guess, You're the man she pinned her baby on. Well let me tell you this, it's probably not yours. She's tried to pin it on a few of my friends, even me."
I quickly stood from my seat, "That's not true. You know that's not true. William, why are you acting like this? In front of everyone?" I looked around at the other customers, and their attention was glued to the scene. Some persons already had their phones recording everything. By tomorrow the whole town will know about tonight's scene.
He rolled his eyes, "It's not like everybody doesn't already know that you and your mother are sluts of Alton."
My mother jumped out of her seat to attack from, but Valdo held her back.
William laughed "Now I understand why so many men like you. You're a wildcat. What a pity your daughter isn't so jungle-like in bed. Would have been sweet to have her clawing my back.
I moved forward with my hands rolled in a fist, but Valdo stopped me and shook his head.
"Shut up! Shut up right now. You have no right to be saying those things." My blood was boiling. How could William be so heartless? How could he look at me and say all those bad things? Why did he pattern to long me for so long if he believed everything that the other villagers did? And most importantly, why the hell didn't, I notice the signs during our relationship?
"Is that how you talk about a woman?" Valdo asked in a calm tone.
William laughed hysterically as if Valdo had just told him a joke. "Woman!" he laughed and started pointing at other women in the restuarant. "That's a woman. That's a woman. She is a woman but these two in front of me. They're not women. They're just sluts that men use and dispose of when they're finished with them."
"You don't know anything about me, young man!" My mother shouted. "I've never slept with anyone from this town."
He touched his forehead, "Yea, probably but you've slept with all the men that have past through." he laughed, "Why do you think they left so quickly? No one wants to settle down with a whore."
"You don't know anything about me, young man!" My mother repeated. "I'm not a whore. Never have been and never will be." She defended. "I've worked hard all my life for my daughter to have a better life. I didn't work so hard to have a good-for-nothing rich boy to insult me in my face. Instead of preying into other people's business, why don't you go to college?" she chuckled. "Oh, I forgot. Colleges don't take airheads."
William rushed closer to us with his hands in a fist, "You bitch."
Valdo stopped him halfway, backing him off from us.
"Hit a button, didn't it?" she teased.
William pushed Valdo away from him. "Don't touch me."
"So I should stand by and watch you hit a woman?" Valdo asked. "You must be out of your mind?"
"Stop calling these bitches women!" he shouted. "Can't you see they're nothing but a pair of broke-ass whores? Like mother, like daughter." he looked down at Jamaica. "I'm sure she's going to be a whore too."
Valdo took a few steps closer to him, "That's it. You've crossed the line. Don't bring Jamaica in your argument."
William burst out laughing, "Jamaica? Fits perfectly, broke girl would name her child after a broke country."
"Hey, watch your mouth." I turned my head and noticed the black woman who had spoken. Milly was one of the few black persons in town. She and her husband moved to Alton for its quiet neighbourhood for retirement. They came to America years ago as teachers, but they never classified themselves as American.
"Keep my country out of your mouth." her husband added.
William rolled his eyes at the elder couple. "No one was talking to you Niggas."
Herold, Milly's husband, stood up, "How dear you use that word to us? Who do you think you are? I'm old enough to be your grandparents. Have respect, boy!"
"Lucky for me, you're not my grandparents. I'd kill myself If I even have a skin colour that dark."
"Milly, we're leaving," Herold told his wife.
Milly took up her bag, "It's so sad that the world is full of so much hate. May I remind you that your mother cheated on your father with a black man?" She chuckled. "Your baby sibling is going to be half-black, and I'm 100% sure he or she won't have a problem passing and getting into college because black is excellence. Enjoy your night young man."
I couldn't help smiling at Milly's words. She was one of the sweetest women in town. She wasn't afraid to put anyone in their place.
"Go! Leave! Go back to Africa where you came from." William shouted when she was about to exit the restaurant.
She laughed. "Jamaica is in the Caribbean, fool." Then she exited like a boss.
I couldn't but laugh. William was a jackass, a real airhead. I never noticed he was so racist, but I guess there is a lot of things you don't notice about someone until the relationship ends or is about to.
"What are you laughing at? Do you forget that you're a high school dropout? At least I graduated."
"That doesn't make you smarter than me."
