The Sins of the Father

The Heart is Exceedingly Wicked

Roderick Morgan was the majority female population's wet dream. He was tall, with a set of jaw dropping, shaded, emerald green eyes. High cheekbones, an ingrained dimpled cheek and to top it off, a curly patch of dirty blonde hair. Not to mention, a burly muscular physique, that on occasion was displayed on hot summer days when getting off the bus.

He wasn't part of the elite football or basketball team, no he was in the after school chess club. We met on the afternoon bus ride after a long day of his chess and my afternoon drama club practice of the performance "Romeo and Juliet. " I had been staring now for a good ten minutes before his first opening sentence of"What exactly are you?" framed his lips.

"I'm human, a female to be more precise."

"I know that, I can see you have t**s, I meant you're too dark to be white and yet too light to be a nig"... At my raised eyebrows he quickly corrected, "Black. Your hair is curly and long and you have very exotic eyes. So again what the f**k are you?"

I didn't know whether to be offended or flattered. Seeing that we had attracted a small audience, that were focused solely on me in curiosity rather than humor, told the story of him speaking for the majority.

"My mother is Ethiopian and my father is white. I consider myself African American though."

"So black then," upon hesitation I nodded my head in agreement. Seeing this was my chosen label, no point in arguing." Cool". Small talk like this continued until our junior year of high school. When he finally got the nerve to ask me out.

A strained laugh escaped my mouth as I watched him board the yellow bus. How had I been so stupid and naïve, to think I was anything but a plaything. A challenge. Tears that had been overflowing were now frozen shards of disfigured glass. I found out, through a mutual friend that my virginity had become a raffle at Rosa Lamere Highschool.

The first person to conquer Mt. Bi__h, would win a grand total of one thousand dollars. Guess who collected the prize money? Obtaining the red evidence of my soiled purity, splashed on the interior of a pair of white plain underwear.

Panties that were in a keepsake box kept in one of the football player's locker, in the school's work out room. I confronted him, his laugh only goading my anger." Look Torrey, you were hot while it lasted, we just had two different agendas mine being your panties and yours being...what, love? Come on we both knew what was going on, don't give me those tears, its pathetic. For what its worth I enjoyed your company."

That did it. I charged full speed ahead only to be lifted in mid air. Hugging me, until I tired myself out. He brought my body down slowly against his. "Who knows I might give it another go." He whispered in my ear. I felt sick, the crowd around us were like vultures awaiting for a carcass.

I could imagine all the names being whispered about me. I was officially the community blunt of the moment. And judging by their stares and whispers it must be some good stuff. The sea began to part, spewing out principal Lando. " You two come with me," he spoke not even bothering to look behind, knowing we would follow like sheep.

Upon entering his office we waited until he gave us the nod to sit. "Mr. Roderick, if what the rumor mill is turning is true, you could be in deep trouble sir. A raffle for Miss. Mahogany's virginity along with her personal item in a locker." His brown eyes turned in my direction softening just a fraction." I'm sorry for your pain and suffering, I really am but your actions warrant a suspension until further notice."

" What?"He used and humiliated me in front of the whole student body. Not to mention won a large sum of money for my mutilated undergarments and gets a slap on the wrist, while I get suspended, because god forbid, my five five frame annihilates Andre the Giant's. Or is it the fact that his father is the priest and has more ties to this school then Charlotte's Web?" At his flinching of the truth of my words I knew I had my answer. Funny a priest practicing celibacy finding time to spawn Satan."

"Miss. Mahogany, you are in way over your head and I suggest you squelch that temper before you get into anymore trouble."

"Oh f**k you and you," I directed my eyes towards Morgan, making sure that he was able to see the invisible words of " I want to kill you" within their depths. "Payback is a b***h and trust an believe you are going to cough up every last cent if I have to force it out of you."

His eyes stretched at my boldness. The principal coughed, I gathered my things and walked out the door. Slamming it in rage. The sound of glass shattered like pieces of hail, gave but brief satisfaction. I wanted more. I wanted blood.