Searching for Love, Found Wealth

He didn’t answer my question yet. I cared less why Gladys’ mother would be a gay. She’s a white and I have met very few who were nice and smart.

Maybe she was tired of the marriage and used gay as a excuse. For her to abandon her daughter, it’s her business.

“I simply got tired of the marriage with your mom” he looked straight in my eyes.

My mom blinked twice and stopped. That’s cool, since he was tired of the marriage, he should also become tired of the outcome of the marriage.

I’m the only outcome of the marriage and I wish him happy married wife for his maybe, next third wife.

“Thanks for answering” I smiled and went back to my room. It’s good he came to take Gladys back, she was really becoming something else.

Someone was walking upstairs with me so I quickened my pace and closed my door. He got in.

“Kiera, can we talk?” he sounded like I was still his daughter. Maybe to him but not to me. I picked up my phone and sat on my bed. He closed the door.

“I suppose you are here to take the trash you left?” my eyes didn’t leave my phone. He sat on my bed. I shifted form him.

“You are not a trash, Kiera. I’m sorry I left that way” he apologized.

I laughed slightly “I know I’m not a trash. I would love you to take her back with you” I was glaring at Gladys.

She frowned. How dare she? Wasn’t she a trash, infesting my family and trying to steal my mom now hers ditched her.

My mom frowned at me but I looked away.

“You didn’t change, did you?” my ex-dad asked frowning too.

I don’t care if my whole family hated me. I’m so full of hate to those whites.

I don’t think I can fight racism effectively if I become a racist myself but these whites should create less troubles for me, will be deeply appreciated.

Gladys became more annoyed. “Dad I want to leave” she shouts. It was my wish she does, I can’t certain her.

I don’t like whites, a white woman bore her. No matter even though we share the father, we can’t live together.

My ex-dad stands from my bed. I clean and straighten out the bed spread.

“Look, if Gladys leaves, you leave. Your mom understands that” he threatened. Gladys stomped out of my room, ex-dad followed.

“Good riddance” I shouted to them. Where did your manner go, Kiera? I asked myself that.

But generally I cared less, Whites are bullies to black, it seems only fair I try bullying a white too. Still it jeopardizes all I stood for. Why was it so complicated?

Gladys POV

I would leave today how dare she call me trash. My dad held my hands but I took them off.

“I don’t want this family. I rather go to the orphanage” I screamed as hard as I could.

My father embraced me but stayed quiet. Her mom came downstairs with a sad face. My dad released me.

“Would you blame our daughter for being that way?” she narrowed her eyes at father.

“Everyone she ever loved left her when she needed them the most, everyone except me. You came back and instead of apologizing, you started giving out threats” tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Mr. James Jacob Davis, my daughter would officially change her name back to my father’s name. We’ll leave this country for you. I’m tired of seeing my baby in pain” she stomped off.

Dad was quiet. I didn’t know if that threat was out of anger or real but I wouldn’t want them to leave. It was painful.

Loosing your dad to God knows where and then he comes back with threats to take you from your mother, the only person who stayed beside you.

It wouldn’t be fair, and I knew that. “Dad, fine, I’ll stay at your elder sister’s house” I looked up to my dad, if I was the problem then I should leave first.

Kiera’s POVContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

This was fast. I didn’t believe my mom when she said I’d move out of the country with her. And change my name.

I knew this was an outcome of the last “great family reunion” we had last week. I was angry with my ex-dad and eventually got him to take Gladys away.

I didn’t really want to cut off all connections with him. What kind of a monster was I becoming!

At least, to remember I had family somewhere else. I didn’t protest to my mom either. She probably must have thought it through and this was the best solution.

Also, some neighbors have began spreading rumors that my mom was dumped by her ex-husband.

My mom didn’t react well to those kind of things. Coupled, Cornfest was a really racial town. Another good riddance!

Mom had to resign from work too. It would be hard if she didn’t get a job sooner where we are going too. Also her boss could be reluctant to let her leave since she was an asset.

I was right. My mom came home, angry and happy. She said that her boss had almost knelt to her not to leave. She wanted to explain but he kept on shutting her up with “should I increase your salary?”.

She explained she loved the fact that she was useful to them but it isn’t going to stop her from moving away when she wants to.

“By the way, won’t you tell Charles of all these?” she asked me suddenly. I smiled, not having an answer.

Charles and his family are staying temporarily here at Cornfest till his photoshoots are over.

He didn’t even get to meet Gladys and she’s gone. “He will be really mad at me” I said forgetting my mom was there.

She looked confused but then understood, “Yeah, you have a lot of explaining to do” and she went upstairs.