"Look at those fat titties," a grisly red headed redneck calls from outside the diner.
I take a look at Jonah waiting for him to respond to the redneck's comment. Jonah is the type of man you can depend on to treat everything as if it is trivial. His brown eyes never even look in the direction of the disgusting onlooker. However, the onlooker is very much aware as he stalks me with his eyes. I gawk at Jonah but he is staring straight ahead at the nearly empty diner.
I can't help it. My nerves kick into full gear anytime we aren't in our home town. In Southeast D.C. I had to listen to comments about my rear and how a white boy shouldn't be with me. In South Carolina it was the opposite and how a white man was only good enough to own me on a plantation. I was always bothered by the comments but even more so, I was bothered by the lack of reaction from Jonah.
"Maybe we should eat somewhere else?" I grab my boyfriend's thin arm hard as I say it.
"Here is fine," he says stoic.
I'm hungry but the way the redhead is eyeing me is making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Another man exits the diner and joins the red head in whisper. I hear the 'N' word and can't believe how much they both leer and seethe over me. Jonah walks past them and actually turns to say hi. I hate him in that moment.
We are met with heated glares when we enter the diner. The waitress shows us our seats but she takes forever to bring us drinks. She whispers to her boss as they gaze at us from the counter. Again Jonah doesn't notice the looks we are getting. I turn my attention elsewhere. My bladder is aching. I ask aloud where the bathroom is and a patron points past the bar.
"I'll be right back," I say hesitantly looking into the dark space.
The bathroom is buried. The hallway leads to another hallway and then there are three steps down to a solitary door. I rush in and cold air immediately hits me making my nipples harden. Goosebumps spread over my areolas. I quickly sit on the icy toilet seat and shiver as my deep brown legs close and open in rhythm. I want out of here as soon as possible, I think to myself staring at the tiles on the floor. Then I hear the door creak open.
"Jonah?" I call out cursing myself for not locking the door. I wasn't stupid enough to forget, but I was so in need of a piss.
"No, It's your other boyfriend," a familiar voice says and then I hear the click of the lock. My breath rises and falls in hurried rhythm now.
I'm sitting on the toilet with my pants around my ankles staring at a very hair red head that has fire in his cornflower blue eyes.
"You need a hand?" He says with a laugh and then he is on me placing his hand on my mouth so I can't scream. I try to bite at the hand, but he just pushes it harder against me.
"We are going to have a lot of fun," he laughs again, "I love a good fight."
