Author's Note: Hey it's Mack again with yet another story. I know I know I haven't finished any of the other three that I've started, but this one is really special to me. Unlike all of my other stories this one will cover some serious issues such as abuse, racism, infidelity, etc.
Some key information that you should know about this story is that each chapter will be told in the point of view of three different people. Each chapter will alternate between the three main characters (Idi, Lavani, and Attis).
Also unlike my other stories this one will not be science fiction or fantasy, and more than likely will not have a happy ending for everyone. This story is entirely fictional and any resemblance is strictly coincidental.
Please feel free to email me all questions, comments, or concerns. As always flames will be ignored. Do forget that Nifty needs donations.
Love Always Mack
**************************************************************************** It's a small world
Idis' Pov
Cool water from the shower head soothingly falls onto my dark, battered, and bruised body. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of the water hitting the bruises on my face feel delightful. I don't have to see it to know that there is an excessive amount of blood falling from my face and going down the shower drain.
Hatan and I had gotten into yet another altercation which turned physical. This time it wasn't that bad though. This time the only damage done was a few bruises on my stomach, a swollen lip, but there is a fairly large gash on my left cheek. I know that Hatan didn't mean to hurt me, he just doesn't know how to control his anger. Actually it was all my fault. I knew that he is always tired after working out at the gym, but I just wanted us to spend a little time together.
One thing led to another and I ended up in a fetal position on the floor while he hit me continuously. Now I'm no idiot I know that Hatan could have done much more damage than he did because he is a huge mountain of a man.
He stands at about six foot six and weighs at least three hundred and thirty pounds. He is a professional weight lifter so I know for a fact that he'd have no problem doing serious damage to my six foot one hundred and sixty pound frame.
After getting out of the shower I got dressed in my night clothes I look at myself in the mirror once more. I was adopted so I don't know what my actual ethnicity is, but judging by my extremely dark skin color many people just say that I am African American.
I, however, choose not to identify by race and unless I ever find out about what my actually ethnic background is I will never identify as one. I feel as though it is demeaning to represent myself with a specific race while not knowing if it is true or not.
Besides my very dark brown, almost black, skin tone I also have very dark brown eyes to match. Even indirect sunlight my eyes still look charcoal black. I also have very defined jaw bones that outline my face, and I also have rather large brown lips.
After this I quietly stumble into our bedroom hoping to get a peaceful nights rest. I see that he is asleep on the bed and I start to tremble slightly. Hatan never stays home after a fight he always grabs his keys and leaves, but there he was right in our bed.
If it's one thing that I've learned from my year of being with him it's that I do not bother him when he's upset so I quietly turn around and head outside of the room. I figure that I can grab the comforter from the closet and sleep on the couch downstairs.
`I'm awake. You can get in the bed.' He says as I reach the door. Now I am trembling tremendously as I turn around and head towards the bed. The walk feels like an eternity and I can hear my heartbeat through my ears.
I finally make it to the bed and lay down on the far right side as far away as I could get from him. Before I realize what's happening he grabs me and pulls me close to his naked slightly furry chest. I let out a little scream while closing my eyes and flinching preparing for the assault.
Instead of hitting me he just held me close rocking my trembling body as I finally start to cry. Neither of us say anything as he just holds me tightly to his tight, muscular body and I start to calm down and lay my head on his chest wincing slightly due to my bruised cheek.
He pulls my head up so that we're looking each other in the eyes. After looking into his large baby blue eyes briefly I drop my gaze. I return his gaze once more when he starts to speak. `I am so sorry Idi. Please forgive me.' He whispered his eyes moist as if he had been crying as well.
Even though I was too scared to speak I still can't deny my attraction to him. Although he is only twenty one, a year older than me, he had a much more mature look about him which made him seem like he is almost thirty. With his sandy blond hair falling in front of his face gave him and a naturally innocent look that contrasted greatly with his rugged facial features.
`I...it's okay.' I finally stutter out while slowly melting into his embrace. I know that he meant it when he apologized, because he never apologizes unless he means it. We lay in each others arms until we fell asleep. His large, light, ivory skinned body holding my thin, dark, ebony skinned one.
Many people tell me that I am crazy for being with him, but I don't care because we love each other. He may hit me sometimes, but every relationship has their faults and I think that everyone should mind their business.
**************************************************************************** Lavani' Pov
Sometimes having so much hair can be detrimental. People compliment me on it all of the time about how long and beautiful it is, but it isn't always this way. I guess that I shouldn't complain, because it kind of goes with the territory.
Both of my parents are native American so I am used to having to deal with my hair falling all of the way down stopping right before reaching my butt. You'd think at eighteen I'd have mastered the art of taming it, but this is not the case.
Besides I don't have all day to work on it, because today is a big day. It's my first day of college and I am so excited. Okay so it's only Daytona State college, but I am still excited. After I get my hair in a manageable state I grab my book bag and head downstairs.
Before I can even make it to the door my parents stop me. Immediately I feel a sharp pain on my cheeks as my mom pinches them harshly. 'Mooooooom!' I say pulling away and rubbing my cheeks. She just smiles and plants a big kiss on my forehead.
It's hard to get over the fact that I never outgrew my mother. She isn't a very tall woman only reaching about five foot eight. Her hair is fairly long also, but not as long as mine. My father on the other hand is a very tall man standing at about six foot four, and his hair comes down to his shoulder.
Me, on the other hand, I only reach five foot seven and it's been this way since the ninth grade. My father doesn't say anything, and just gives me a bear hug. I sigh inwardly. It's been this way with us since I came out to them.
My mother wasn't surprised at all saying that I was going to find a large beautiful native American man to spend my days with, but she also said that I must find a native American surrogate. She says that she wants grandchildren who are as pure of blood as we are.
My father however wasn't as accepting with it. At first he had flat out refused to accept it, but when I promised to find a pure native American man to be with he reluctantly agreed to learn to tolerate it.
It's been four years since I've come out and my father has made a complete one eighty. He treats me like I am the most fragile thing in the world, and is always threatening any guy that he sees me flirt with.
I still find it odd as to how he could accept me being gay better than me falling in love with someone of another race. Honestly I was actually appalled by him even thinking that I would date someone of a different race.
Know don't get me wrong I am not racist, hell my best friend is white, but I don't believe in biracial coupling. It is just unnatural, and it is just wrong on so many levels. This is something that my father and I agree on one hundred percent, but my mom begs to differ. 'Love is love.' Is what she always says.
A beeping car outside brings gives me the excuse that I need to get away from my smothering mother. I give her a kiss on the cheek, and I give my father a big hug before bolting out of the front door.
`Hey sexy!' Says Jalen. He's the best friend that I mentioned earlier. We've been close all through elementary, middle, and high school, even though he was a total ass all of the way up until freshman year, and nothing has changed since.
I'm not exactly sure what made him change his personality, or why he chose to go to a local college with his gpa, but I'm guessing that it has something to do that tutor of his. That was all that he ever talked about in high school so I can assume that is why he stayed.
`Hey Jalen!' I say excitedly. I hadn't seen him all summer, besides virtual chatting of course, and it was really refreshing to see him again. I pause right before stepping into his custom made, because he is six foot three and wouldn't fit otherwise, Porsche.
He was fairly muscular before he left, but know his muscle are extremely defined. He isn't overly muscled, but more so than the average person. And like always there does not look like there is an ounce of fat on him.
You've been working out I see.' I state will getting into the rather spacious passenger seat. He snorts rather loudly and say Yeah he has failed to notice me before, but trust me now that I am eighteen and I look like this...' He flexes his rather large biceps. `I am finally going to get him.'
I roll my eyes. I wouldn't say that Jalen is bisexual, he's just an attention whore. Growing up he didn't care if it were a guy or a girl, if they were willing to give him any attention he would take it. He was such a horn dog that he had sex for the first time at thirteen!
`You still haven't given up on this little crush yet? The guy is like six years older than you.' I state. In all of my years of knowing him, he'd never chased after someone this long. Granted no one has ever resisted this long either.
`Say what you want, but I know that this I my guy. And believe me when I say that I am going to get him.' He states. His emerald colored eyes looking very intense. I roll my eyes once again. If I know Jalen like I think that I know him it will not happen the way that he expects it to.
I guess that I shouldn't judge, at least he has his sights on someone. I'm just as alone as I was all through high school. There are so few native American in Florida, let alone gay ones, for me to choose from.
I'm snapped out of my reverie by the sound of a large horn. Jalen had hit the brakes hard as a motorcycle swerves in front of us and the man slides off of the bike. He immediately pulls over and puts the car in park to check on the guy. `Are you okay?!' He asks as he runs over to aid the man. I on the other hand stay seated in the car. He helps the guy up and the other man takes off his helmet. He looks to be of Hispanic decent, or something close to it. From that point on he doesn't really interest me.
Again I'm not racist, but it figures that he would be driving recklessly. Jalen, however feels as though he must be nice to everyone so the talk for quite a while. I let out a heavy sigh and look at my iPhone to see the time. It's 11:30 and our class starts at noon.
Jalen we have to go!' I yell. He shakes his head and says something that I didn't catch and the other guy laughs. Much to my disappointment the motorcycle boy comes over to the car. Sorry about that. I'm Ray.' He says with a big smile and extends his hand.
Lavani.' I say reluctantly as I briefly shake his hand. His smile wavers a bit at that, but I don't care. Anyone as reckless as him does not deserve to talk to me. Jalen we need to go.' I say more firmly as he casually makes his way towards the car.
Once inside he and the motorcyclist give each other a look before smiling broadly. Then the Puerto Rican looking guys says `I'll see you guys around.' Then he heads back towards his motorcycle. I have no clue about Jalen, but I have no desire to see that heathen every again.
**************************************************************************** Attis' Pov
I'm sitting at the kitchen counter watching my grandmother Hattie Mae cook breakfast. There are some eggs, bacon, and toast being made. I exhale deeply taking in the aroma of it all. My stomach grumbles appreciatively as I wait for her to finish.
You know to be so little you sure know how to put away some groceries.' She says with one of her heart warming smiles. I let out a small smile back. You know, I can help pay for the groceries if you allow me to get a job.' I state.
She sighs aloud. `Attis you're only fifteen, you shouldn't be in such a rush to grow up.' She says as she takes the toast out of the pan. Although we have enough money to pay bills and buy food, we aren't able to afford the luxuries of miscellaneous appliances like a toaster.
I guess that I shouldn't be surprised though. You teens are always in a rush to grow up.' She sighs again. But mock my words the real world will teach you to slow down.' She grabs the hand towel from her shoulder and wipes off the excess butter from her fingers.
`You're mother was the exact same way though, and so was I. So I see where you get it from.' I cringe a bit a the reminder of my mother. I never got the chance to know her, or my father for that matter.
From what my grandmother says she and my father were madly in love with each other. They had been dating since high school and were inseparable all of the way through college where they married and had me.
When I turned three is apparently when things started to go downhill. My mother started to do marijuana and once my father found out he tried to get her to stop. When she refused he divorced her and a very large custody battle ensued.
Apparently my mother won the case and took all rights from him. My father was so distraught that he moved back to Ireland. Although my mom got to keep me she was a mess without him and turned to alcohol and mush harsher drugs for comfort.
My grandmother says after a week from not hearing from us she came to our house. When she came inside she says that she found many men having sex with her while passing around some drugs while I was in another room crying.
She took me from the house and forced my mother to give up her rights. She tried to get into contact with my father, but she could not find him. So from that point on she took me in, and raised me.
I don't know where my mom is, or if she's still alive for that matter. I know even less about my father. All I know is that he is half Irish, half Brazilian and he got his degree in sociology. My mom is half African, half Italian and she got her degree in social work.
My grandmother moved here at twenty from Nigeria, she met my grandfather in college. He had Italian roots, but was born here in Florida. They married in less than a year and lived together for forty years before he passed away.
He was twenty years older than her when they met so I believe that he passed away of natural causes. My grandmother hasn't dated since. Whenever I ask her she says that she found her true love once, so there's no reason to be greedy and try to look for another one.
My grandmother took me in at age sixty one and after having to pay for my grandfathers funeral the previous year, and a lawyer to get custody of me she's had to get by on her social security checks.
Grandma putting my plate down in front of me brought me out of my thoughts. `I wonder what thoughts you having swimming through that little head of yours.' She says with another wide smile. I just smile a little and dig in.
The sound of my cellphone ringing wakes me. I blindly reach my arm towards the sound and grab it. Mmm...Hello?' I mumble. Hello is this Attis?' The voice says. Yes it's me.' I mumble. I've got a big meeting tonight and I need your assistance. I know that it's last minute, but someone said that you're the best so...'
What time?' I say interrupting him. I look at the clock and it's seven in the morning, much to early to have my ass kissed. Oh...um can you be ready by six?' I sit up in bed knowing that I won't be able to go back to sleep now that I've been awaken.
Yes, what do you do?' I ask. Um...is that really important?' he asks. This pisses me off. `You heard that I am the best because I am, but I can't be my best if you don't allow me to do my job.' I say somewhat aggressively.
Oh...I...I'm a sex toy inventor.' I resist the urge to snort. Okay, I can make it.' I say. After giving him a location that is a fairly safe distance from my house I hang up. After about an hour of researching as much as I could about sex toys I start on my routine.
After brushing my teeth, showering, getting dressed, etc I walk downstairs and head towards the kitchen. I place some of the expensive ass dog food in the bowl and whistle. `Come here Bitsy!' I yell as I hear her footsteps rapidly come down the steps.
Bitsy is my one year old great Dane. The reason that I named her Bitsy is quite simple, because it's ironic. I love the shock effect it gives people when they see my "puppy". She gives me an inquisitive look, probably shocked to see me out of bed while the sun was still up.
I can't really blame her though seeing as though my job is done during the night. Because of this she and I have become basically nocturnal. When the sun goes up, we go to bed. After she gets over her initial shock she goes to her bowl and starts to eat.
Despite my relative hatred to every and anything I have a relatively soft spot for dogs. Even during the summer when my clientele is fairly small I still only buy her the best, most expensive, dog food. Outside of a very, and I do mean very, few people she is my number one priority.
I stand in my kitchen sort of at a loss. I never get up this early so all of the food in my fridge is basically food meant to be eaten for dinner. I find some roast beef, provolone cheese, and white bread so I make a sandwich, a bag of lays chips, and some grape juice.
While I am eating I can't help, but to think about the dream that I had. That happened nine years ago so why am I thinking about it now? Maybe its because a lot has changed since then, granted my size was not one of them.
Even at twenty four I am a whooping five foot five, one hundred and ten pounds. And people wonder why I always have an attitude. Due to all of the ethnicities running through me my skin color is like an almond brown.
Looking at pictures of all of my grandparents, and my parents for that matter, I look like none of them. I look like a girl to be honest, and people don't hesitate to tell me this fact. I guess it is the reason that I get so many clients as an escort.