Ride - Belinda Louis (year 2 reading books TXT) 📗

October 13 1987(58 years young)


I remember like it was just yesterday. Back then in the 1950's when my mother kicked me out the house. I was forced to work but I couldn't because I didn't want to. I was your girl who was lazy. I didn't want to work for anyone. I didn't care how much money I got paid. I was born Rita Lounge July 13 1929 to rich parents and who owned their own farm. I grew up in a very tough neigh boor hood. Most of my friends were black. I finally turned 21 and this time I was allowed to go into bars, clubs, vip's and party with any celebrity you could possibly imagine.

I stood outside by my car and lit a cigarette. So yes I'm a nurse working in the Indian Rez. It's like a place for poor Indians get taken cared of. Nobody liked Indians so the dentist told me Indians have strong gums unlike white people so Indians only get half of anesthesia. That's some racist shit right. "Rita get in here now" my boss yelled my name. I ran inside the Rez building and headed back for work. I walked in and I saw the most beautiful Indian I've ever seen. His beautiful silk hair in braids went down 18 inches and his blue jeans, white shirt when he walked into the room he made my eyes burn."Rita take care of him, he's only gonna be here for 3 days". My boss just walked out the room and shut the door so hard.

"Sorry my boss is very,very rude sometimes" I said to him in my soft tone "Don't worry about it...all white men are racist-well to me" I automatically widen my eyes "No I don't mean you" I laughed. I raised his ripped up jeans and saw his 3rd degree burn on his leg and he reacted to the pain. "Sssss- careful that really hurts" he looked at me and I looked at him back. He observed my face maybe even my makeup and saw how neat my eye-liner wing must have looked. I looked at his finger tattoo that said "fuck" on his left hand and I giggled. " Your an ink person?" I asked putting the gauge on his burn to stop from bleeding. "Umm...yes I am" he looked around awkwardly. I suppose he was being sarcastic. I couldn't stop giggling nor smiling, his personality just made me feel a certain way. He was a different Indian. He had the personality of a white, rich gentlemen and had the hard attitude and style of an Indian. "So you seem interested in them" he raised his left eyebrow to my right arm and boy did it turn me on. "Yes!" I said with joy "In fact I love tattoo's, just this job doesn't allow it" he laughed hard. He giggled so much he even reacted to the pain again. "I'm just gonna clean it then send you to the surgery room and get you stitched up okay" I removed my latex gloves and gave him a lollipop. Yes a lollipop it keeps my patients to know how much better you get being treated. "Do I look like a little Indian kid to you, I may be a 21 year old Indian staying at this Rez for a couple of days but no thanks I don't need to be sent to this Rez to get a dentist check up...but I'll do that on purpose to see you again" he smiled and giggled. I turned around and grabbed the rubbing alcohol and wiped my hands. " Just suck on that lollipop" and he began to bite it instead of licking it like an actual child.


Later that day I headed home to go see my mother who forced me to do this job. "Mom" I yelled from downstairs. "I'm upstairs" she yelled back. I ran up as fast as I can and ran into her room to hug her. "I love you mom" I hugged her tight enough. "What was that for?" I pulled a cigarette from her cigarette jar. Yes cause my mother smokes. I lit up the cigarette and in hale then exhaled then I blew the smoke out and took a deep breathe. "Mom your gonna hate me for this" I said dropping the ash from the cigarette. "What?" she looked hard enough in my eyes she could see her reflection. "I think I've fallen in love with an Indian" I inhaled once more "Indian as in working and taking care of an Indian kid, oh sure you'll make a great mother" she said with sarcasm. "No Mom I mean and actual Indian man, he's fucking gorgeous and he's beautiful if you see him you'll see why...I'm trying to find out why he isn't married I would if I was Indian" I put my thumb on her face and rubbed it gently "Mom he's such a gentleman and he has tattoo's" I sighed. My mother didn't even look like she was paying attention to me. She didn't even seem to care. My father must have heard our conversation since his door was open next to my bedroom. "INDIAN.....DID I JUST HEAR WHAT I THINK YOU JUST SAID?" He yelled and opened the door wider than before. "No child of mine is falling in love with an Indian nor running away with an Indian" he pointed his thumb at me which made my eyes sensitive and a little tear came out my eyes. "Dad he's just human. I don't know why I can't be friends or have babies with an Indian. THERE PEOPLE DAD NOT TOYS. YOU CAN'T JUST USE THEM AND THROW IT AWAY. THEY MAY HAVE A DIFFERENT SKIN TONE THEN US OR WHATEVER THEY LOOK LIKE BUT THEY HAVE FEELINGS TOO JUST LIKE I HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM" I yelled at him and I could sense he was upset. For the first time in my life I've yelled at my father. His hands were balled up into a fist and luckly my mom stood in front of him. "RITA YOU GET BACK HERE!" He yelled I ran downstairs. I opened the door to my front porch and kicked the hot dirt. I slid down the porch gate and relaxed my head between my legs. "Why can't my parents just understand what it's like to live in this generation full of racism?" I asked myself. I didn't want to go back inside so I just went in the stable and talked to my horse named Snickers. "Hey Snicks...How you doing buddy...I missed you so much" I hugged my 8 year old horse and rubbed his horse hair and kissed it on it's nose. He reacted to me as I tickled it's ear. I whispered in Snickers ears and said "Would you like to marry and Indian?" my horse nodded it's head and I giggled. "Oh Snicks your so funny" I continued to laugh. I kissed my horse goodnight and slept in the stable.


The next morning I woke up and found the Snicker's stable was opened. "Oh no" I ran outside and saw Snickers drinking water in the little pond. I ran to Snickers and rubbed it's head. "Snick's you scared me to death" gosh horses are smart. I locked Snickers back to his stable and headed back to the house. I got into the bathroom and took a shower. After I was done I wasn't in the mood to wake up my parents in the crack of dawn so I just left them to go to sleep. I got myself dressed and headed for work. It didn't take long to get there. The Rez building was only 3 blocks away. As I reached by the reservation, kids were playing around in the playground at the front entrance. They waved to me as I walked into the main hallway of the building and entered the main office. I checked in and looked at the list of patients. "Sherman Alexie!" I whispered. "Who's Sherman Alexie.....Indian names these days" the room number I went into 106. A young man was lying on the rest bed and read reading a book. "Ah so we meet again?" he placed the book down on his laps and interlocked his fingers on the book. I took the stool and moved it his way. "Are you feeling better?" I looked up at him into his beautiful hazel eyes and I mean seeing a(n) Indian with greenish-brownish eyes. "Nope" popping the p at the end "Okay well I'll get the doctor to check that for you" I got up and he grabbed my wrist. "I wouldn't do that...see because I was just kidding..and by the way I am feeling better so far there is no pain" he smiled and sighed at the same time. "Well okay can I get you something else?" I sat back down sitting even closer to him. "Maybe a date with and Indian would be nice" he raised his eyebrows at me. There perfectly bushy. "I'm not sure about that" I sighed. I looked at the paper in my hand. "Why?" he got up limping a little bit coming my way. He sat on the edge of the rest bed. He looked at me deep in my eyes that he saw my pupil get small because of the reflection of sunlight. "It's my job to take care of Indians, not date them" I knew I shouldn't have said that. How cruel can I be. I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT HIM....IT'S JUST THAT I'M ONLY ALLOWED TO TAKE CARE OF INDIANS OR IF YOUR CAUGHT WITH AN INDIAN DOING OTHER THINGS YOUR BAND FROM THE RESERVATION FOR GOOD. YOU LOSE EVERYTHING. AND I MEAN EVERYTHING. "Oh I see....it's like saying I like dogs but I'm only allowed to have a cat" he said with sarcasm "See there are all sorts of colored cats, such as black brown,tan, even WHITE!" Poppping the t at the end again he said to me. I giggled enough for my eyes to water. " I see your point" I began to think twice I really didn't care whether I get fired or band from the Rez. "Okay, but you can't tell anybody not even your cat" he looked around awkwardly "Ummm....I don't have a cat" he laughed hard. "I know see adults mess around you know I was just kidding" he automatically gave me a straight face. And he began laughing again. I was scared there for a moment. "Your cute when you get scared like that" I blushed a little but then I knew something would click between us if all we ever do is talked. "So what made you change your mind?" he asked me getting off the edge of the bed. I knew exactly what he wanted to do so I got up too. He didn't limp this time. He walked completely normal. " What?" I act like I didn't understand what he asked me "Oh that pretending game....nice one" he replied back running his hands through his silky hair. I put my hands on the counter leaning on it and he locked me in between his arms and stared at me and didn't even lose eye contact. "Ah...ummm...um I " I stuttered. He lifted my chin and began to move his face closer to mine. I looked down at his tattoo's and his lips met with mine. It was so long, so long, I imagined almost everything he was doing to me, and I mean anything. I didn't want to let go of his soft lips but damn I just wanted to push him on the bed and