Peter's Pov: The ride back to Kesha's house was soundless neither of us had spoken two words to each other since we left the restaurant. I felt awful for the way they treated her. Why couldn't they see what truly mattered was the love we felt towards each other instead of the difference in our skin? I loved her more then I've ever loved anyone in my entire life, She is the only person accepts both the good and the bad about me but never once has she treated me any different. At that moment I felt worthless and belittled by my peers, colleagues and friends. How could they express such hatred? Those words replayed in my head over and over. "Damn Peter you didn't tell us she was WHITE!" I wanted to say I didn't think it mattered jack *** and punch him in the face. But, I remained professional after all these were men I worked with and there was no way I was going to be as ignorant as they were. Finally I built up the courage to speak. "Baby are you okay?" I said in a low voice brushing my hand a long her cheek. Silence..... She did not respond instead she just stared out the window. "Kesha, Please talk to me I apologize for my friends. They acted ignorant." I said. Finally she said... "Why would you even take me there? I'm humiliated. Did once even think about me when extended the invitation? No you didn't! You are blind Peter! Wake the **** up and realize no one wants to see us together. " She said aggressively and turned her head back towards the window. "Kesha I'm sorry please....." I said with pain in my voice. "DON'T just DON'T! Leave me alone I need time to think." She said as she got out the car and walked into her house and slammed the door. Damn I'm such an idiot. Thanks for reading guys and for ur feedback. Enjoy!
.. Well written.. It's just that... I'm so touchy this racism.. Ive been bullied all my life because of it. So this was rather hard to read.. But it shows potential. I just wish for a different subject and or story plot. don't get me wrong I enjoyed the read. But for some people this may come off the wrong way
ahhhh ii understand.... ii didn't mean to offend u sugarplum... so I'm truly sorry If ii have. ii myself am biracial but of course my readers wouldn't know that unless ii had mentioned it... ii figured however that ii should include some of the issues that interracial couples experience durning the process.
I'm the same as u and I truly understand. It just gets to me pretty easily ur an excellent writer if u can bring tears to my eyes hehe keep up the good work
SugarPlum, The people who bullied you were just jealous. But I understand how it feels to get bullied. I was bullied in elementary and middle school.
ahhhhh Adam ii don't wanna spoil it sooo let's just say she's upset at the situation, not necessarily him.
Bump!! Adam, I think she's upset that she was not accepted by his friends. In a relationship for girls (and guys, usually) you want the guy's friends and family to accept you and realize that you are serious about the person.
Good job Mia. I like how you always write in different peoples point of view btw for all those of my friends reading this, I miss u all (I'm not coming back to pimd tho) just reading mias story. Pal me if u want to talk to me.
Kesha's Pov: Alone with my thoughts and lost in disbelief, it was like my brain was on a moving subway traveling 1000 miles an hour and just when your about to get off, the train comes to screeching halt. I buried my face into my pillow and sobbed until my eyes had no more tears. I was not upset at Peter, I was more thrown back by the way of his friends rude introduction. It was my first time meeting anyone in his inner circle and I got the cold shoulder. No one had ever mocked the color of my skin before in all of my 25 years. I've always hung out with a very diverse group of people from many different ethnic backgrounds. I started questioning my and Peter's relationship. Was this really the guy for me? If the people he works with couldn't accept me, then how does the rest of the world look at us? Later that night, I decided after enough tears that the best thing to do would be to call him and talk about it. Any good relationship depends on trust, respect, love and communication. Peter had done nothing wrong and shouldn't be held responsible for what his friends think or feel. The only people that count are Peter and I. My mother always taught me determination is the key to success, I was deeply in love with this man and I will fight for what is mine even if I have to take on the world just to let them see what I see. A good man with a bright and successful future who was caring, passionate and strong and always stood up for what he believed in and I believe in us. light update but here it is. Thanks for reading suggestions are needed please. ENJOY!