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  I could feel my father burning a hole through me with his stare.

  “ Son what are you thinking? He asked.

  I turned to face the man of the house as I put my hands in my pocket.

  “What do you mean? I came to dinner and I brought my girlfriend.” I said

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about dammit. Don't be coy with me boy.” He shouted.

  Heads turned to look at us, but no one dare stared at us. I know my father was upset by the way his chest was falling and rising.

  “How many years have I instilled in you not to date outside your race? He asked.

  “People can be so cruel! What if you get her pregnant then your children will suffer with the name calling.” He said.

  “Is that the type of life you want for your children?” He questioned.

  “Not to mention only weak black men will date a white woman. Are you weak son?” My mother said.

  They weren't allowing me to answer them. It was question after question until I couldn't take it anymore.

  “I have never disrespected you guys Lord knows I never want to, but this is my life.” I said.

  “Get use to her she's not going anywhere, and if she's not welcomed here than neither am I.” I said.

  Before I knew it my mother had practically slapped the piss out of me.

  She slapped me so hard she made my knees buckle. It shocked me.

  Monet came out the bathroom and I could tell something else was wrong with her.

  She was stumbling from side to side.

  “DO YOU HEAR ME!? My mother screamed

  I left the pointless conversation and went to assist Monet.

  She collapsed in my arms and my father came over to help get her in a chair.

  Monet had fainted, her skin was clammy and unbelievably cold something wasn't right.

  You would think they would let up on me with her passed out like she was, but that was too much like right.

  “What's wrong with the child? My father asked.

  “I don't know dad, I guess she has a stomach flu or something.” I said.

  “And you bring her around us!” My mother shouted.

  “I hope she's not pregnant.” Stasha said.

  My mother’s eyes got so big. All the air was sucked out the room by everyone gasping.

  I love my family I never realized these damn people are crazy!

  I could hear the paramedics arriving, but no one was letting up off of me. They were firing off questions and comments.

  “DO THIS REALLY LOOK LIKE A GOOD FUCKING TIME! HUH?” I screamed.

  “She sitting right here passed out and you're worried about if I'm fucking her!!!” I shouted.

  The entire house fell silent, everyone was looking at me then there was a bang on the door.

  Fucking round with us she would have died, nobody budged to answer it.

  “I see how you all feel. I respect your feeling and I won't be back.” I cried.

  My throat was so dry. I couldn't believe I had spoken to my family this way.

  I went to open the door and took the paramedics to Monet who was still passed out.

  I guess at some point during the argument someone went to get a cool cloth and placed it on her head.

  I hadn't noticed it until just now. My mother's face was buried in my father's chest balling her eyes out.

  I followed behind the medics leaving out the house, not looking back at anyone.

  Knowing I should be apologizing for my outburst, but more importantly to my parents.

  This day just went from bad to worse.

  (Chapter 14)

  Daze

  The squad went from riding with their sirens off to turning them on, and increasing their speed.

  They were moving so fast it was no way to keep up with them.

  When I arrived at UC Medical they already had her off the squad and in the building.

  I burst in the ER room worried out my mind.

  “Monet Davis where is she.” I asked in panic.

  “Sir calm down please give me a chance to look her up.” She said.

  “Sir we don't have a Monet Davis in our system are you sure she came here.” she asked.

  This nurse was pissing me off. I know she had to be half looking if she would just do her fucking job.

  “Listen I know she’s fucking here I followed the paramedics all the way here.” I shouted.

  I was going crazy out of my mind sweat started pouring down my face. I could feel my clothes starting to moisten.

  “I'm sorry Miss, will you please check again Monet Davis 5/29/1988 white female.” I said.

  She went back into her computer and checked one more time.

  A frown came across her face.

  “I'm sorry we didn't have a woman come in by that name, but we did have a Linda Parker.” she whispered.

  “Huh.” I said.

  I was so confused about what she just said. Who the hell is Linda Parker?

  Monet

  I heard voices around me but I couldn’t make out the conversations, it sounds heated.

  Then I heard bells or maybe sirens around me. It's all fading from me I can't move any of my body parts.

  I'm so confused. I just awoke strapped to bed cold and confused.

  “Monet… Monet Davis can you hear us?” They were hollering and flashing lights in my eyes.

  “My name isn't Monet its Linda Parker and I have Aids.” I whispered.

  That was the last thing I remembered.

  I was fading in and out. I want to open my eyes so bad, but they're too heavy they won't budge.

  I see Daze in my dreams, he quickly fades away.

  I look down at my stomach and I'm confused because I'm pregnant again.

  Greg is sitting over in the chair asleep. The only sounds in the room were the ones of the baby monitors.

  My hands traced across my belly I know I have to be dreaming.

  Tears invaded my eyes my baby's gone. Whose sick joke is this?

  She kicks and flutters in my belly from the touch of my hand.

  I feel peace, so warm inside. Can I freeze time right here where I am?

  This time it will be different I promised, just let me stay here.

  “Please God.” I begged.

  The rain outside the window sounded like falling bricks.

  A team of doctors rushed into the room waking Greg scaring us both.

  “The baby is in distress we have to take her now.” She said.

  Everything was moving so fast from that point. When we got into the hallway I could see the family that would be taking my baby seated in the hall.

  It wasn't until this moment it hit me I would never watch my baby grow.

  The C-section went fast the baby was having so much trouble because the cord was wrapped around her neck.

  My heart leaped through my chest when they placed her in my arms.

  She was evidence you could love someone without really knowing them.

  I was so upset I couldn't stop crying.

  “It's not too late to change your mind, you can keep your baby.” one of the nurses said.

  She was concerned for me the moment I arrived.

  Greg and I were in a heated argument about giving my baby up for adoption.

  This is something I never wanted to do, but what choice do you have when someone threatens to stump your baby right out of you.

  I knew he wasn't playing with me he had done it once before.

  I was three months pregnant with my first child and I was overly excited.

  He was furious and had left the house for the day after finding out.

  When he returned he was pissy drunk and high out of his mind.

  I was in the room taking a nap when I heard the door slam.

  That was never a good sign.

  “You can't keep this baby. I will find a good family for it. Someone willing to pay.” He said.

  I got up to challenge him. He made me do a lot
of things, but he wasn't taking my baby.

  “Noooo I’m keeping my baby.” I said.

  He started laughing an uncontrollable laugh like I told a joke.

  I was afraid, and I tried my best not to show it as he got closer to me.

  His hand went across my face like lightning, striking me down to the ground.

  Next was his foot slamming into my stomach until I was unconscious!

  Hours later when I woke up it felt as if I urinated on myself. My body was numb, when I paid more attention I was laid out in a pool of blood.

  I burst out in tears and tried screaming for someone to help me.

  “Calm yo dramatic as down bitch it's just a little blood!”

  I focused my eyes on Greg sitting in the recliner just watching me.

  He got up from the chair and handed me the cordless phone.

  “Get you some help keep my name out of it.” He Growled.

  The sounds of the monitors started to change and gone were both my babies.

  “CLEAR!!!!!” come on guys were losing her.” The doctor shouted.

  I'm fading out again.

  Chapter 15

  Daze

  It’s been twenty four hours no one wants to tell me anything and won’t allow me into her room.

  My family stopped by, unable to reach me hours ago when my phone died.

  I couldn't deal with those selfish ass people right now. I needed answers I need know who this woman is that I been kissing, sleeping with and in love with.

  I was so confused, why would she lie to me about her name.

  None of this is making sense to me what reasons would she have to lie.

  I went to use the hospital phone. I had a thought to call my sister, but then remembered I wasn't speaking to her.

  I sat back and put my face in my hands thinking back to the dinner.

  They really had some nerves trying to control me or who I date.

  Stasha surprised me most of all teaming up with my ex to prove what.

  She never liked Tina either, but somehow they come together for a holiday dinner.

  Yeah fucking right hell that was Tina’s first time meeting my parents.

  Mr. Daze may we speak with you? The doctor asked.

  “Sure.” I said.

  I didn't see them walking over to me I was lost in my thoughts.

  It was two of them looking dead serious at each other.

  “Shawn this is a sensitive private matter, would you join us in another room please.

  Oh my God she's dead, I’m thinking to myself following behind them.

  My palms are sweaty my mind is racing and I'm repeatedly tapping my fingers on the table.

  One more person joins, but he's no doctor he has on a detective badge.

  Now I’m really messed up. Do they think I killed her? What the fuck!

  Once everyone is seated the doctor clears his throat.

  “Shawn how long have you known Linda? He asked.

  I stretched my beard “hell I know Monet who is Linda.” I thought to myself.

  “I met her in October at a party at our school. She introduced herself to me as Monet Davis.” I said.

  My nerves made me continue to rub my fingers back and forth through my chin hairs.

  “I’m detective Walker son may I ask what school that is? He asked.

  “Am I in some kind of trouble or something officer? I need to know what's going on as well.” I questioned.

  “That's totally on how you answer these questions now what school son.” He scolded.

  “Wright State” I whispered.

  “Have you had unprotected sex with her?” One of the doctors chimed in, and asked.

  My face frowned.

  “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” I hollered.

  The detective stood putting his hand on his gun.

  “We will tell you everything you need to know just answer them Shawn.” He said.

  I thought about the times we made love over the last few weeks.

  “Yes.” I whispered lowering my head.

  “How many times? The doctor asked.

  “Well she made me use a condom, but when she was unaware I would pop it.” I admitted.

  The color left their faces it wasn't until this moment I became ashamed of myself.

  I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I just didn't care.

  “The detective slid a file over to me labeled Linda. The photo they had pinned to it looked nothing like the woman I knew.

  What was inside was even more shocking it brought me to my knees.

  Photo after photo of Monet looking like a person I don't recognize.

  Her hair her eyes maybe she was switching it all up to be someone else.

  When I got through all the pictures I starting reading an article about a woman knowingly passing HIV to men.

  My heart dropped burning tears fell from my eyes. My body started dry heaving.

  I closed my eyes afraid to open them again. I couldn't look at anymore of her hidden truth.

  “There's more Mr. Daze,” The doctor said.

  I couldn't look up at them I was crushed. I sat with my head down, tears flooding the floors.

  “Shawn she's no longer HIV positive she has AIDS.” He said.

  I still couldn't respond my thoughts were jumbled my tongue was tied.

  I was asking myself repeatedly what I had done.

  “Do you know if she had any other partners besides you in the last few months?” The detective asked.

  I shrugged my shoulders because I didn't know if she had.

  “It's really too soon to tell, but we would like to run your blood and monitor you over the next few months.

  This wasn't real I still couldn't believe what I was hearing.

  The detective got up from the table and shook my hand.

  “I'll have more questions for you later.” He said.

  “We will give you some time, sit here as long as you need to.” One of the doctors said.

  I sat there for hours learning the cities and states Monet traveled.

  I laughed to myself, no wonder she settled in Dayton she been everywhere else it seems.

  How could I been so stupid using condoms was my rule too, I made a choice to do something selfish.

  I wanted to see her I had to lay eyes on the woman who had fooled so many.

  I went to the desk and requested to see her, her room had one cop manning the post.

  One of the doctors who came to speak with me escorted me to her room.

  “When your done can we get you checked in and get the samples we need?” He asked.

  “I’m Dr. Freeman let me know if you need anything.” He said.

  I waited for him to leave before pulling up a chair next to her.

  She was looking better than she was the last time I laid eyes on her.

  I now knew black wasn't her original hair color, her hair is dark brown highlighted with blond strands.

  Monet was in a deep sleep, but it didn't seem peaceful I think her demons were chasing her.

  Her normal relaxed face was replaced by a tense looking one.

  She was twitching and frowning, at one point I believe she even started to cry.

  I touched her hand which is freezing cold and clammy.

  Knowing all that I know my heart is weak for her, yes she lied to me, but I sealed my own destiny.

  How am I supposed to explain this to my family who I treated so horribly?

  My sister told me to slow down I was moving too fast.

  My mind is running a never ending race.

  She had to feel something different for me she was the one who always suggested we used protection.

  Where was her family? Were they looking for her?

  Who and where is this Greg? Was he her lover or just her pimp?

  I sat there a little while longer watching her struggle to find piece in her dreams.

  Her heart rate would go up and down.

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p; I need to leave I had to find my own answers to my questions.

  First I would contact her family then I will find the Greg Willis.

  I waited patiently for Dr. Freeman and his nurse to complete my physical.

  After, I went straight home and got to work.

  I started searching around on the Internet, Facebook and all social media.

  There I was able to locate her sister Janet, I sent her a message.

  I informed her of her sister were a bouts and gave her a brief update.

  I also gave her my contact information I asked if we could meet to talk.

  I received an instant response from her. She told me they still lived in Cincinnati and she would contact the rest of the family.

  I told her I would be back down the next day maybe we could meet to talk.

  Next I instantly went to work on trying to find Greg, which took up much of my night.

  I broke down and paid a people finder website to locate him. The search led me to North Carolina.

  I jotted down as much information as I could before my eyes got too heavy to stay open.

  Chapter 16

  Monet

  Have you ever had a dream where you are mentally fully aware of your surrounding?

  You can hear and see everything but you can move your body.

  Your mouth can't form words to speak. That's what I’m going through right now.

  I know I’m in a hospital. I hear doctors and monitors all around me.

  Today it's my family. They're all here to see me and I can tell they are really upset.

  Aid’s mean death I know, but that's not what that is right now.

  I could hear them explain that I had a bout of pneumonia that I let go untreated.

  Apparently I had an extremely high fever that caused me to pass out.

  What they are unsure of is why I haven't awakened yet, my body is reacting fine to treatment.

  That good news didn't matter, it's all too much for them to handle, but I understand.

  The harder I tried to wake myself the more I seemed to drift away.

  “If you don't stop showing your ass I'm about to kick it.” Greg said.

  “All these mutha fucking white people not gone be able to save yo ass ya dig.” He said.

  He was standing over me and each word he formed was followed by spit hitting my face.

  “I’m sorry I’ll be good please I’m begging you please can I have my baby back.” I cried.