After eating at iHop, Huey and Huelene returned to his house. When Huey opened the door to his home, Huelene was rubbing her stomach. "Is Adaline still here?" Huelene inquired as she took a glance around. Huey said, "She most likely left while we were at IHOP."

"Okay!" Huelene said heading to the living room to sit down.

"So did you get any response from your mom?" Huey asked Huelene.

"Yes, they said they could talk once they got off of work," Huelene answered.

"Okay, that's good!" Huey said walking into the living room to sit down.

"I have a question?" Huelene asked as Huey focused his attention on her.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Why did Brody and Jazmine break up? You made them seem like the perfect couple, no offense," Huelene asked.

"Do I have to talk about this?" Huey sighed.

"Yes, I wanna know! I'm convinced that Brody and Jazmine stayed together since he was so perfect," Huelene excitedly said as Huey rolled his eyes. Even though Jazmine and Brody were perfect it hurt hearing his daughter agree they were.

Jazmine decided to take my advice from me and go meet Brody's parents. I didn't like how she took my advice but I was being a supportive friend.

I was in her room helping her pick out an outfit.

She had on a pink robe and she was showing her favorite dresses. They always had some type of environmental print.

"I like this one," she said showing me a dress that had strawberry prints on it. It looked cute, but it was too fruity.

"No!" I simply said.

"Okay, what about this one?" she asked showing me a plain white dress.

"No!"

"Why not, it's plain," she whined.

"Yeah but that says I'm a virgin," I said as she frowned at me.

"Huey, I am a virgin," she emphasized.

"Then that will be perfect for you. White represents purity," I said as she smiled.

"So I should go with white," she excitedly said holding up the dress.

She went back to her closet and closed the door. I could hear her ruffling around with her clothing meaning she was changing.

Jazmine came out of the closet with her white dress on with some cute sandals and a purse around her body. She let her hair flow out freely and pulled it back a little with a cute headwear of hers.

"What do you think," she asked posing for me.

I would say she looked terrible, but she didn't. She looked stunning!

"You look pretty," I simply complimented.

"Really!" she said with her eyes sparkling.

"Yes really," I said being sure.

"So this isn't you playing around with me and being sarcastic?" she asked to be sure.

"Jazmine I think you look stunning in your outfit," I said being flat-out honest.

"Oh you're being serious?" she asked walking up to me.

I grabbed her hand and looked her in her eyes and answered: "As a heart attack!"

She started to look breathtaking and then she got nervous and pulled her hand away. What the fuck was that all about?

"Okay, that's good!" she said relieved.

We both heard the doorbell ring, signaling that Brody was here to pick Jazmine up.

"Wish me luck!" she said with her fingers crossed.

Jazmine started to walk out of her room with me following. She towards the front door to answer it to be met with Brody who was dressed nice and had flowers for her.

Perfect asshole! How does he do it? It seems so simple but he does it with ease. A lot of girls say they like guys like this, but not all of them like guys like this.

I've seen a couple of guys do this at my school and all the girls are either bitchy or judgy about all of it. They don't like the color of the flowers, the type of flower, how much money they spent on it, and so on.

The only excuse that should pass by for a girl that doesn't want flowers is if it has insects in there or they're allergic to pollen.

"Hi!" she spoke, bursting with excitement.

"These are for you!" Brody said giving her the flowers.

"Aww that's so nice of you, they look so beautiful," she said taking a sniff of them.

"Yeah, you ready to go?" he asked Jazmine as she nodded her head with a smile. He held his hand out for her and she took it.

"Bye Huey!" she waved as I slightly waved back.

Then she left.

"So they went out to meet his parents?" Huelene asked.

"Yes!" Huey answered.

"Did the dinner go well?" she asked as Huey slightly shook his head.

"I hate to say it, but it didn't go so well, it's what led to Jazmine and Brody breaking up," Huey said with his head down.

"Did you have something to do with it?" Huelene asked out of curiosity.

"No, I was at home that night," Huey defended.

"Then what caused them to break up?" Huelene asked.

"His parents!" Huey mumbled.

"What did his parents do?" Huelene asked with her heart beating rapidly.

It was late at night! To settle my nerves, I decided to leave my house and go to the tree. I was smoking there because I didn't want my Grandad to smell it. He had no idea I smoked at the time.

Caesar, Hiro, Riley, Cindy, Ming, Jazmine, and a couple of kids at school were the only ones that knew. When I was in eighth grade, I started smoking. I used to acquire it from the containers they had it in, but the drug was messing with my mind, so I learned how to make my own. I've never trusted someone to give me something created in a factory.

I was merely blowing my lungs away while leaning against it the tree. I noticed someone approaching me from distance. Because it could be someone harmful, I made sure to get vigilant. I squinted to get a better look at the figure, which had strawberry blond hair and was dressed in a white dress: it was Jazmine.

I took a deep breath and waited for her to approach me. As she neared me, I could hear her sniffling and crying. "Huey!" she said, her voice cracking. As soon as she said my name, I became concerned. I stood up worried for her.

"Jazmine, what's wrong?" I asked her.

"Before I start, could you please put your cigarette away, you know the scent bothers me," she pleaded? I put my cigarette out against the tree and turned around to focus my attention on her.

"Thank you!" she said in relief.

"What happened, why are you crying?" I asked her.

"I broke up with Brody," she said wiping away her tears as more poured out.

"Why?" I asked with concern. I really wanted to know why she broke up with Brody. It seems so unexpected of her to do so. Just a couple of days ago she was ready to give him her virginity and she was so happy about tonight's dinner.

"He didn't fight for me," she shook.

"Fight?" I questioned. "Jazmine, what exactly happened?" I asked once again. She wasn't being specific with me. I couldn't tell what she meant when she said he wouldn't fight for her.

"Did someone put their hands on you?" I sternly questioned as she immediately shook her head.

"No, Huey, nobody didn't touch me," she assured.

"Then what happened?" I exclaimed.

"His parents!" she cried.

"His parents...what did his parents do?" I asked balling up my fist.

"They said mean things to me," she said with her voice lowering. She covered her mouth to try and stop herself from crying.

"What did they say?" I asked.

She calmed herself down and took a deep breath before answering me.

"They said I was a good for nothing woman, I didn't deserve their son, I was another version of my mother, I was a wannabe white girl, I couldn't fit their standards, I was built wrong, I should go back to where I came from, and I should have never existed in the first place," she spoke as my eyes widen.

"The fuck!" I mumbled.

What kind of people would say stuff like that? I know white people targeted black people all the time and treat us wrong, but I never would have thought something like this would be said toward Jazmine.

Even if they were cruel to her, Jazmine was a good person who treated everyone the way she wanted to be treated. I had no idea someone could be so generous. It was almost as if I prayed they would fail and just crumbled. I've never seen Jazmine genuinely angry. I don't believe it was ever in her mindset.

On some occasions, I despised Jazmine because she always saw the good in people. Some people in this world simply did not deserve another chance. And I desperately wanted her to notice it in others. But this was the first time she didn't give anyone another chance; it was only the beginning of her seeing people for who they truly were once they were exposed to the light.

"Yeah, and I didn't know what they meant when they compared me to my mother. I don't even know what she has to do with any of this," she cluelessly spoke.

As I previously stated, Jazmine had no idea what Sarah was up to behind the scenes. She had no idea she had been sleeping with other guys behind Tom's back. She was unaware of the rumors that circulated as a result of her mother's actions beneath the sheets. She was completely unaware of all of this. And I was hoping she'd never find out. It would utterly smear her mother's image, which I didn't want because Jazmine and Sarah had a great relationship.

"Me neither, it's probably about her being a housewife," I said covering it up.

"I guess so, but there are a lot of women around here that are housewives. It just doesn't make any sense," Jazmine said not adding up the pieces.

"People are cruel like that and just generally hate on others," I said.

"Yeah, but Huey, it hurt! Not just hearing his parents insulting me, but it hurt watching him not doing anything. He didn't say anything to them and he let me walk out that door without regret. I've never seen such a coward!" she cried.

She was more upset he didn't fight for her. That's what she meant.

"I just can't believe he wouldn't do anything. I thought he would be the one Huey. I thought he would be the one I would marry, have children, and grow old with," she cried.

"When I was dating him I didn't think I would be getting a little boy, I want a man!" she said sure of herself which surprised me.

I went in without warning and just hugged her. I didn't know what to say. It was hard for the words to slip out of my mouth. I wasn't the best with these types of situations.

It just felt like she needed a hug. Someone, she could lean on for emotional support.

She stopped crying and just held on tight to me. "You okay?" I asked as she nodded. "Are you ready to part?" I asked as she gripped me tighter. "Just a little longer," she softly spoke.

This lasted for a couple of minutes and she just looked at me. It wasn't those devious looks she would give me, it was just a look! It was hard to explain.

All I know is she was looking at me in a certain way that couldn't be defined with words.

She finally parted from me and wiped away the last tear that slid down her cheek.

"You feeling better now?" I asked her once again.

"Yes!" she proudly answered.

"That's good!" I said feeling at peace.

"Thank you, Huey, you were being a very supportive friend," she said giving me a peck on the cheek before leaving.

"You're welcome!" I mumbled.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you, you were there for her lowest moment," Huelene cried. It was the pregnancy hormones.

"Yeah, it wasn't the first. But believe it or not, that was the first time Jazmine ever told me about her being insulted. I've heard people talk about it at school and say it to her face, but that was the first time she let her feelings out about it," Huey said.

"I sometimes wonder how it feels to be a mixed person? It's like you're forced by your race to pick sides and be defined with it, instead of being defined as one," Huelene spoke. Huey couldn't disagree with her.

He never looked into how a biracial kid felt, but it's probably how Jazmine felt that night when she confessed to him about the problem.

Huey never wanted to force Jazmine to pick a side, he just wanted her to embrace herself and what she possessed.

"I have another question?" Huelene asked.

"What else would you like to know about Jazmine?" Huey asked ready for her next question.

"This one isn't about Jazmine, it's about you," Huelene spoke.

"What about me would you like to know?" he asked.

"Why did you start to change?" Huelene asked.

"What do you mean change, do you mean after Jazmine left?" Huey asked to clarify.

"No, I mean why did you start to smoke and have sex at an early age? It seems so uncommon of you to do that type of stuff," Huelene sadly spoke.

"I don't do it now," Huey assured.

"I know you don't do it now, I meant then, why did you start doing it then?" she asked.

"It's because I was raped at a young age," Huey sighed.

Huelene widen her eyes as she did not expect that response from Huey.

My Grandad had a reputation for dating crazy women. I'd become used to seeing them come and go from our lives. Riley and I were usually prepared for the worst, but there was one who caught me off guard, and she came unexpectedly.

Her name was Luna, she was a mentally unstable woman, who struggled to keep a relationship because she was always physically, verbally, and spiritually abused.

She started to date my Grandad and she seemed like a nice woman at first until she revealed who she truly was. She was a martial arts master and she studied White Lotus Kung-Fu which is known as the deadliest kung-fu of all.

She was known as the "Killer Kung-Fu Wolf Bitch" because she competed in lethal competition matches and frequently won. Although it appeared that she could have selected a better name, it quickly became apparent that it matched her personality.

I spared her once and lost!

It was the first time in my life that someone had greater authority than me. I learned martial arts, but I wasn't quite as skilled or well-versed as she was. She was more experienced than I was, and she was driven by anger to be stronger. And she often used her skills for revenge.

But one night when I was sleeping, she walked into Riley and my room and crawled into my bed. I woke up surprised by her presence and I was about to call for my Grandad until she shushed me. She threatened to harm me if I made another sound, and I believed her because she was capable of it.

For the first time in my life, I was afraid of death, and the feeling of being harmed.

"Being calm and stay quiet," she softly said before sliding back under the sheets.

I could feel my pants being pulled down and my penis being exposed to her. I didn't want her to do what I thought she was going to do.

She started to rub me and slide her hand onto my dick. She gently gripped it as it started to erect.

I was breathing a bit hard because this feeling of it was new and I didn't like it. I didn't like how my body was reacting to this.

Luna started to jerk me off and I was trying my best not to make any noise to wake Riley up. I didn't want him to witness this. I knew if he had seen what Luna was doing to me he would be traumatized from witnessing it.

So I tried to keep as quiet as possible.

She later engulfed my penis into her mouth and I gasped at the warmth feeling of being devoured.

My brain didn't like the feeling of being touched by her in this way, but my body said otherwise.

I later then cummed in her mouth and she swallowed.

Luna then revealed herself from under my sheets and seductively wiped her mouth. "We should do this some other time Huey," she whispered in my ear before fleeing my room.

After I knew she was gone and not coming back, I started to silently cry!

I cried so hard, that I felt the urge to scream, but I held it back.

I felt so disgusted by myself and saw it as being worthless and owned by someone. It was the worst feeling you could ever feel after being raped.

I felt too tongue-tied to tell this to anybody. She started making me eat her out until she cummed and it was just disgusting.

She repeatedly had done this until my Grandad didn't want to date her anymore because he finally started to realize she was crazy. Of course, she got upset about this, tried to kill him, but was unsuccessful with it.

She ended up dying, but the memory of her coming into my room and engulfing me haunted me for a long time.

I would wake up at night either screaming or breathing hard because it would be about her. Her words, her movement, her appearance, just everything about her bothered me!

My Grandad and brother thought I would be having bad dreams about the white man but it was really about her.

I sadly didn't tell anybody because I knew it wouldn't matter to them. I knew my Grandad wouldn't believe me and everybody would think I was hallucinating.

But I knew what I had seen and felt.

I started smoking because it would ease my nerves and make me forget her and what she did to me. It wouldn't last long because she would still come back to haunt me. It felt as if she was spiritually still attacking me.

And whenever a female wanted me, I would let them have me, because there was no use in fighting with them. My self-worth in this world was no more. My chances of giving it to Jazmine were ruined.

The only thing I didn't do was stick my dick inside them. That was the only little thing of my purity I had left to cherish.

"Do you still have bad dreams about her?" Huelene asked trying her best not to tear up.

"Not anymore, but when I was young, they use to come all the time. I started meditating more and learning to cope with things. As I was slowly discovering peace within myself, again, the more she started to disappear out of my life," Huey explained.

"Well that's good, I can't imagine what you had to go through," Huelene said with her voice almost cracking.

"Yeah, and I would hate for anyone to go through something like that," Huey sighed.

Huelene and Huey sat in a moment of silence until Huelene's phone started to ring.

She answered: "Hello!"

"Oh, hi mom!" she said as Huey perked up from her mother answering the phone.

"Finally!" he mumbled.

Thank you for reading!