He looked at her. "Sorry."
Abena nodded. "Sit down." She pointed to the floor. "And keep
applying pressure to your head."
The guy nodded and sat on the floor, surrounded by her clothes
and underwear. Abena stood by the door making sure no one else
was in the house.
Satisfied, she ran to her window, pushed the curtains aside and
looked out. She could see a mass of people on the street. Bricks
were being thrown everywhere and some people lay on the floor in
a pool of blood. Abena gasped when she saw an Asian guy break a
glass bottle on an African man. She quickly backed away from the
window, shocked and horrified by what she had seen.
"Why are you here? Why are your people here?" Abena yelled.
"We're here because your people are being downright racist-" the
guy stood up
"Really? Your people too are a lot worse than the hardest
"Well why don't you tell that to your people you freaking
nigger." He shouted.
"I said get out." Abena screamed pointed at the door.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Abena slapped him. Silence followed. The only thing they could
hear was the small sounds of the fight down the street.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
Abena sat down on her bed and looked away. The guy sat back down
on the floor. Abena wanted to throw him out of the house, but
couldn't force him back onto the street. If he died, as much as
she hated him, she'd feel regret.
As she lay on the bed, a tear threatened to fall from her eye.
Abena quickly wiped it away. She couldn't cry. She didn't want to
show the guy how vulnerable she was.
"Hey I'm sorry." Abena jumped when he touched her shoulder and
"You're being creepy." Abena whispered.
"Oh..." he removed his hand from her shoulder. "I'm sorry."
Abena sniffed and he sighed. "Are you still applying pressure to
Abena turned to him. "Why are you here?"
"I came here with my mates to talk to a guy who refused to let
Asians into his restaurant… because we were Asians. I felt really
pissed off by that. I had always gone to the restaurant and I was
not happy when I found out after five years that Asians were not
allowed in the store. Things soon turned ugly."
Abena sighed "I get tortured at school because I'm black."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said before."
"It's fine. I'm used to it."
Abena sat up and motioned for him to come closer. She removed the
cloth from his head and grimaced when she saw the wound. It was a
lot larger than she had expected and she could see deep red flesh
under the wound.
"You're going to need some stitches for this wound." She placed
the cloth back on his head.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Why do you need to know my name?"
"My name is Abena."
"I'm Paio. It's nice to meet you."
Abena smiled at him. They sat together in her room waiting for
the riot to come to an end.
Abena reached into her pocket trying to get her phone. But it
wasn't there. "Oh shit!"
"What is it?"
"I can't find my phone."
"Where did you put it?" Paio asked.
"Oh I don't know." Abena began mumbling under her breath.
"What's going on?"
"Hua mentioned something about coming over this evening." Abena
moaned. "Oh god. What have I done?"