Page was a gorgeous woman with sharp brown eyes, her olive brown skin was spotless and her huge shiny black kinky hair draws attention whenever she enters a room. Although the marks she had because of slavery try to hide her beauty, she was no doubt a beautiful woman.
She remembered when she walked past a candy shop a few months ago, where a white woman was with her daughter buying some candy. The little girl was about four years old and in her hand, she held a barbie princess doll. Immediately she saw Page passing by, she started pulling her mother's dress trying to get her attention.
"Mom, mo, I want a doll just like that" she cried out. It took her mom a few seconds to turn and look at where the little girl was pointing to.
"What!" she said in shock when she finally got to know what she wanted.
" Yes, I want a doll just like her" she requested scowling this time around.
"Impossible, dear," she said trying to get her to keep her doll.
"No!" she exclaimed leaving her doll on the floor and running outside the shop, she grabbed Page by the hand. Page got alarmed and tried looking around if the parents were nearby but she found no one.
" I want a doll just like you" she declared not giving Page a chance to look around for her parent.
"Huh" Page laughed throwing her head backward in the process.
" Tell me, where is your mama" she spoke out to her but she said nothing but kept on staring at her. Passersby kept on looking at them making it look like she had stolen the white girl. Cars parked in gridlock couldn't take their eyes off them and she became worried about the girl. This could get her in serious trouble since she is raven, and everything is wrong with a black woman holding the hand of a white kid. When this happens, the black woman would have to show some ID proving the girl was alright. She could be the nanny.
She wore a white crop top and blue high-waisted jeans. She had her huge afro and Kinky hair neatly combed and styled with some vaseline making it shine along with the sun. She was tall and slim and had the figure of today's world models. The little girl touched her hair pulling out a strand causing Page to scream.
" ouch" she exclaimed in pain and the white girl giggled and wiped her fingers on her knee-length dress which was stretched and decorated with lace. Memories of how her mom used to braid her hair and keep foods like rice in her hair to prevent starvation came to her.
"Cathy", come here dear" a middle age woman called from behind them and the little girl hesitated in Page's arms. The girl looked just like her, same pointed nose and oval face. They were brunettes.
"No" she bluntly said. The white woman grabbed the daughter when page let her down from her arms.
" Come here, she is black " she warned.
"Black? but I want a doll" she said confusingly. Page rolled her eyes knowing it is these parents who teach their children racism and they pass it on to theirs too.
" How many times have I told you to stay away from blacks?" she sneered to the other and lifted the girl from the floor.
"I can call the cops on you," she said but Page just stood there not shocked a bit.
" But your daughter came running after me" she retorted but the white woman couldn't listen.
" Yeah I know, you can call the cops on me. I'm black" she said forcing a smile and the white brunette woman frowned upon that statement.
" is a pity your girl wants a black doll," she said reaching her hand out to touch her hair but the woman protected the little girl by moving backward.
" Leave before I call the cops" she warned for the last time.
"I hope you get her one," she said to her face before she took off.
This and other memories of how blacks are treated even after slavery made her determined to go to where she came from. She looked down at her stirrup pants crying.
" You do not have to go through that " she didn't only voice it out but meant it at heart.
" Thank God," she said with tears still streaming down her face and she wiped it clean with the back of her palm. She knew she could be left where she had come from, to Africa where she and her daughter would be accepted. Dave was still doing an investigation into the matter and they know she had come from West Africa and which had given her some sort of hope.
" why are you crying?" Dave inquired about her crying from behind her and she quickly tried to hide her tears.
"I'm not crying," she said faking a smile.
" Look at me" he ordered her, turning her to face him but refusing to look him in the face.
" I'm still going on with the investigation and Lisa had promised to help me with getting the book from mom" he assured her even though the mother refused to give the book to him. Lisa. His mother had requested that David should come home.
"When will you stop running? Face your fears" that was the exact words he told his sister to tell him when he requested Victoria's dairy.
"The book is to be given to Page when she gives birth" Lisa revealed that to him.
"All the secrets about Page are in her diary and I have not touched it since her mother gave it to me" his mom disclosed to Lisa.
" How?" she asked sharing more tears and Dave signed leaving her by herself in the Kitchen. How was he going to get his way into the "lion's den?" His father had called for his arrest when he heard he met Lisa. He could imagine himself being arrested by the security guards at the mansion. He knew security has become tight since Lilly was kidnapped by his father. Lisa had made this known to him adding up to this fear.
He had Isabella to worry about. She could tell on him if he does not satisfy her desires. " Two weeks" she had warned him and it is been more than a week now. His father has been on his back for the past few years when he heard he left home with one of his maids and got married to him. Even though he had a small wedding, news about it spread out like bushfire throughout the country and he had to be moving from one town to another. They have been running all most all their married life and currently, they are living in his grandfather's secret house. Newton seized him from working in all the Waves Companies and it was not finding a job. Like Dave, his grandfather wanted a quiet life despite his wealth.
" Is good to live a quiet life once in a while Da?vid?" he said in a low tone as usual as he took him to his simple house in one remote area of California.
He had a lot on his mind as he sat on a bench in the garden behind the house. He scratched his long beard which he had intentionally left to grow, it served as a disguise from his father's men. He was a handsome man and once a bad boy and as the saying goes, "once a soldier, always a soldier". David smiled as an idea crossed his mind.
" Forgive me Page but my old man seems to be waking up the bad boy in me," he said to himself with his deep blue eyes fixed on some pumpkin. He had to bend his tall figure each time he walked through the garden to prevent hitting his head against the trees and it seemed disturbing to him.
" Miles and I have to take the mansion down from within," he said decisively rushing inside the house to get his phone. Page watched him as he rushed into the house climbing the stairs to the bedroom.
" Ramirez, Remairez" he kept on changing the mansion's butler's name as he climbed upstairs to their bedroom.