Shetika Wiles POV
I was seventeen when I fell deeply in love with a white guy. Although we've known each other all our lives. It wasn't until recently that I found out how much I really loved Rick Morrison.
My parents have worked for Rick's family since before I was born, I grew up with Rick, went to school with him and my first kiss was with Rick.
My father worked in the Morrison's paper mill, and my mother slaved in their home. For over twenty years, my parents gave their all to the Morrison's.
I've been in their home, eaten their food, and played with their son. Over the years our families had become very close. Rick is a year older than me, and was about to go away to college in the fall. I still had another year of high school. Although we didn't have the money for me to go, I could still dream of going.
When I found out that Rick would be going away for a long time, hidden feelings began to consume me. I didn't want his parents to know how I felt about him, but I did want Rick to know before he had to leave.
Rick and I shared many things together over the years, and the one thing we both promised each other was to never hide anything. So, I sent Rick word to meet me somewhere private. I ask him to meet me in an old abandoned camp house about a mile from town.
Rick agreed to meet me there, and I was terrified to tell him how I felt.
So many questions raced through my mind that night, and I was scared hewouldn't feel the same way I did. I backed out of meeting him several times, but I grabbed my jacket and left to meet him, hoping he felt the same way I did.
Rick Morrison's POV
I agreed to meet with Shetika, as a matter of fact it was the highlight of my night. I had deep feelings for her, and she felt the same for me. We had to hide out relationship because here in Clearwater, interracial relationships were forbidden. It was considered a disgrace to the white community.
Shetika was a beautiful girl. She was smart, outgoing, and fun to be around. I didn't care what color her skin was, I loved her. But because our relationship would surely bring hatred and pain to the community, as well as our families, we decided to keep it a secret. Not even our friends knew we seeing one another.
I'll never forget the way Shetika looked when she walked through the door that night. Her eyes danced by the candle light and her smile melted my heart. I didn't want to go away to college. I wanted to stay there in her arms forever.
After she and I made love, we lay there in each others arms. We talked about me going away, and I could sense she was heart broken. I told her that if she really didn't want me go I wouldn't. I told her I could put it off for a year and see where our relationship goes.
Shetika was my world, and it was killing me to have to hide my feelings for her. There was nothing I could do to change the hearts of our community. To make them understand that love has no color.
My father was prejudice, he hated interracial relationships, he despised blacks, and any white person that mixed their blood with colored blood was white trash and deserved to be treated like niggers.
I hated my father for being who he was, a hater, a hypocrite, an evil leader of our community.
I had to find a way to be with the woman I loved, even if it mean't going against my family, and their beliefs.