We later on went to our rooms. I had a bedroom with a deep mahogany bed with beige pillows plus two smaller green pillows. The blanket a native American pattern. There a hawk taxidermied above a wide set TV. A blue fuzzy carpet in the middle of the room on top of the yellow-beige wood flooring.
And I have a computer against the wall.
"Cool." Oh and a phone.
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I got settled in. There was even a pair of blue pajamas in one of the dressers beside the bed. It had a star with a sheep hugging it. I thought it was cute.
After I got dressed. I tested the TV, it was a porn video and it was loud. Who had this room before me? I hasted to turn the volume down but button wasn't responding. I had pressed it enough, it lifted out of the control. "Well, Shit!"
I raced to the tv and search for the volume. Suddenly, "FUCK!" LORD! "WHERE IS THE VOLUME?" I CAN'T FIND IT ALL I HEAR IS. "AH! AH!"
I still have the control and fling it at the screen. "Oh, thank god…" I exhale. My door opens, one of the butlers come in with his mouth open. "Porn." I look at him and look at the television.
He snorts, "We do provide a service." He's got some lean muscle, beautiful gray eyes, and a strap bread. But that milk chocolate…
"Dinner is ready…" he says. "Oh, thank you." I move to the door. "By the way, my name is Aril. I'll be taking care of your needs."
I bet he sings…
Aril took me down to dinner. we passed the theatre we sat for Abner and crossed a hall that lead to the kitchen. In the dinning area, there were three long tables. Aril directed me politely, "I'll bring your plate."
I go to sit down and other start taking seats. I tug on my pjs. I'm itchy. There is a Indian couple in front of me. The woman goes, "do you think it's better?"
"At least we ain't near fucking zombies…" retorts the male. The butlers and maids come out and Aril puts down my plate. "Would you like me to feed you?" he asks me.
"Huh?" I look at his greys solely. "No…"
He smiles, he has white pearly teeth with some sharp points. "We are having, pigeon dumplings, a chopped chicken salad with dressing, and crispy tofu squares with tomatoes."
"Oh… wow…" I cannot explain my plate right now. I have one of salad that is smaller than dumplings. The tofu squares look ok, and about the size of the dumplings. My silverware is kept in a bow. I untie it and pick up a dumpling with my fork.
It's not bad. I don't know how to describe pigeon. I hate to say it kinda taste like chicken. If I had to make a comparison, it taste like chicken thigh with a side of pop rocks but the dumplings have this creamy outside that taste musty aftertaste.
I ate the tofu squares with tomatoes and truthfully, I could eat tofu all day. The salad was good combine with the dumplings because they took away from the aftertaste.
"This is actually good." says the Indian woman.
"They gave us rat tail, remember? Back at the other plantation?"
"At least I'm not seeing zombies anymore. It really is better over here."
"Where are y'all from?"
"India." the male snaps. BITCH! "Excuse my brother, we came from Canada."
"I'm from Virginia." I say.
"My name is Shabana. This is my brother, Kishen."
"And don't call me fucking Kenny." I didn't order this. "I'm Mokiri." I introduce. "Where are you staying?"
"Here!" Kishen blurts. "We stay here!"
"Upper floor," his sister twist her face. "Stop being rude!"
"I got shot!" Kishen yells. "You want me to be calm?"
"Yes! We aren't there anymore!"
"I'm not black! I don't wanna be here, I'm Indian. This is slavery!" Kishen boost out his chair. "HEY!"
"Kishen! Sit down!"
"THIS ISN'T RIGHT! FUCKING SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT! FIGHT BACK!" I shove a dumpling in my mouth. "IT'S NOT HARD! JUST GET UP!"
No one seems to paying him any attention. I finish my salad. I eat my tofu next. "IS ANYONE LISTENING? ARE YOU ALL UNDER A SPELL! YOU HAVE TO MOVE! YOU HAVE TO LIVE YOU HAVE TO FIGHT BACK!" I hear him. I don't wanna move.
"WE'RE VAMPIRES!" he cries. "SOMEBODY! THEY SHOULD FEAR US!"
"I apologize for my brother's actions. "Shabana eats her tofu. "I'm not good at conversation. So… what does your room look like? Mine had a fish tank."
"You got a fish tank?" I cover my mouth. "What's in it?"
"It has a shark, not a big one. It's a cuttlefish in there, and was seahorses--"
A blast goes off. "Kishen…?" By the time we look at Kishen again. He's bleeding from the back of his head.
"Take his neck, bury him outside." I turn around two times before finally seeing a man with a colonial outfit and shotgun. "Listen up, you vampiric niggers."
I'm offended.
"There will be no marches in my home. On my land. In front of my eyes. Or I will fucking shoot you." says the white man. His hair is white, his eyes are green and he has a earring in his ears.
"My name is Zebedee Growden. I'm the owner of the place you will be buried, revived, and pray at because y'all don't take religion seriously."
What?
"He said, praise no other but HIM! Do you understand that?"
I swear my words are not my own. "My God, yes."
"And that God is who?"
"White."
"There is no other God!"
"But White."
"Exactly!" he leaves the room. I catch Aril rolling his eyes.
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"I hope you enjoyed your meal tonight." stated Aril has he walked me back to my room. "Who was that?"
"That was Zebedee. I'll tell you right now… the Growden family is highly racist. I've read the books. They kept slavery going all the way till 1991."
"Really?"
"Because the oldest Growden, Mahlon was hung. He believed in God very strongly. He was also a slave owner. When they would run or fight back, he treated them like pigs. They didn't keep black people tho. He kidnapped some natives from the woods."
"Why are you telling me?"
"My wife died knowing. This is for the antichrist. They love her…"
"Why?"
"Because she works… if you know what I mean."