Last time, on a-story-with-a-really-gay-title, Harold ran away from home to live off the land. Then Leshawna found him and now, they are having had a glorious night together! What will happen now, find out on Harold's Racist Parents!
After multiple hours of nonstop sex, Leshawna had finally fallen asleep, exhausted. Harold sat up and smiled as he watched his girlfriend sleep.
"She's so peaceful when she's sleeping…" Harold's happily thought as he observed the rise and fall of Leshawna's body as she breathed in and out. He kissed her and dosed of to a peaceful sleep…
Or so he thought it would be.
*Dream*
Harold found himself in his house, in the kitchen to be exact. He found his father seething with anger as he towered upon his defenseless wife, as she kneeled in the floor.
"You, fucking, BITCH!" He yelled as his hand slammed across her face.
"I did not let him run away, I can't control him!" Dorris replied.
"Don't give me that fuckin' bullshit you fucking slut!" He replied as he slammed his fist into her face, knocking one of her teeth out, and giving her a bloody nose.
"You knew he would run off, you slut!" He picked up his wife by the neck and strangled her.
"Hey, back the fuck off dad!" Harold yelled out, finally letting his presence known.
Harold's father fiendishly smiled as he his a frying pan behind his back.
"Glad to see our little negro fucker is back." Norbert said as he dropped Dorris and approached Harold.
"Do not fucking call me that." Harold rudely replied.
"But it's true, isn't it." Harold just glared.
"You stupid bastard." Norbert said as he sent the frying pan upon Harold's sixteen year-old developing skull, knocking him out like a light. Norbert looked back at his wife Dorris and said:
"If a single word of this gets out, I will surely kill you." He threatened as he picked up Harold and took him away…
Harold finally woke up as he felt his head painfully throbbing as he found himself in his room, lying on his bed. For some strange reason, he felt like something was missing on him, something did not feel right. In fact, something felt terribly wrong, as if some thing very important that belonged to him was missing. His evil father came in and said
"Good morning Harold…" he said in his disgusting evil voice.
"If you reach into your pants, you will find a surprise…" he continued.
So, Harold did just that as he eyes widened in the horrible realization that something was in fact absent.
"Oh God, no..." Harold said.
"Missing something?" His father said, with a sick twisted smile on his face that even Izzy would become squeamish from.
"JESUS FUCKING CRIST, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TO MY BALLS!" Harold screamed in fear and anger.
"I castrated them, duh." "You want em' back?" Norbert teased as he held up the freshly chopped off genitalia that was so fresh, it was still bleeding.
"Yes, you fucktard!" Harold yelled ready to strangle his father.
"Only if you quit dating that stupid nigger, what's her name, Latifa?" Harold's father bribed.
"One, her name is LESHAWNA, GET IT RIGHT!" Harold started.
"And two, I'd rather be sterile than to never see her again, and three, QUIT CALLING LESHAWNA THAT MOTHER FUCKING WORD!"
"Fine then, you've made you choice." Norbert coldly replied. Harold winced as he took the bloody balls in his hand and squeezed them until he heard a very loud crunch. He then threw the destroyed testicles to the ground. He took a knife and said:
"Sorry Harold, but I can't have any son of mine dating a nigger." As stabbed the knife right into Harold chest."
*End of Dream*
Harold woke up screaming and crying, as he unintentionally woke Leshawna up with his fretting.
"Harold, what's the problem!" Leshawna said concerned. Harold was just too freaked out to respond. Leshawna put her arms around Harold and held him close to her.
"It's okay baby, what ever it was, it's over now." she said soothingly as she ran her hand through Harold's hair. Harold felt a little more comfortable as he was in her arms. But he knew he had to go.
"Leshawna, I have to go back home."
"Really?"
"Yes Leshawna, I don't my father will but the blame on her, and probably even kill her." Harold stated
"I would not be able to live with my self if such a thing happened."
"I understand" Leshawna replied although unhappy that her lover had to leave so soon. Harold left as he ran off at full speed, not turning back in order to avoid the pain of leaving his beloved Leshawna.
That wraps up chapter 13! will Harold get home before His mother potentially gets killed? Will Harold's nightmare come true? Find out all the answers and more next time, on Harold's, Racist, Parents!