Monster and Misfits
Ms.Barklow
Block 4
1/18/19
I was on my way to my Girlfriends house when a question had been digging in the back of my head, so I asked my Girlfriend Kim if her parents knew that I was black yet. Her response was that she had not told them yet but it didn’t matter because it’s “not like there racist or anything.” After another hour in the car we were finally at her lake house in Northern Maine. I got out of the car and began unloading my things from the trunk, when I was greeted by one of their supposed workers they had. He was a black male, and did not say much to me other than “Hello sir, welcome. May I take your bags for you?” He asked me. Not that there is anything wrong with being polite, but this was not an establishment, it was a home. Something was off about this worker. Now to meet the parents. I’m greeted by both of her parents with a look of complete surprise that is hidden under fake smiles and ecstatic “nice to meet you’s.” When we sit down in the kitchen to have a drink poured by another servant who also happened to be African American, but this time an older female. I sat down making small talk with her parents when her dad asks me what position I play for the basketball team. A bit thrown off as to why he assumed, I played basketball, I corrected him and let him know hockey was my main sport, which seemed to surprise him a lot. Then he asked me If I played football because with my “genetic makeup” as he referred to it, I would be a beast on the field. Unfortunately, his son did not have the body of an athlete that he wanted to be he told me. After a somewhat short and awkward first meeting I went upstairs to unpack my things and take a short nap.
I woke up and heard a group of voices coming from downstairs, when I went to the top step and looked down, I could see that there was some type of party going on. I headed back to the room to put on some fresh clothes and then head downstairs and find Rose. I spotted her in a conversation with an older white couple so I went over to say hello. Once I made my way over it was clear their conversation was about politics and they were talking about Donald Trump. Once I arrived the conversation switched over to how great of a President “Barack” was, which is great to hear and all, but why did they need to bring up Barack Obama because I joined the conversation. What else did I expect, in a sea of white people I felt like I was on display. I went to go get a drink when I saw a familiar face that I thought I knew. The body turned around and I could swear it was my friend Devin who had gone missing a few months ago, but I couldn’t be sure. I went over to check it out and when I made my way to the lemonade, I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, surprised, but seemingly unaware of who I was, but I knew who he was. That was Devin all right. But where did his long dreadlocks go? And why is he wearing the clothes of a middle aged white man, and who is this lady old enough to be his mom with him. I took out my phone to take a snapchat to send to some friends to see if they would also agree with me that this was Devin. My phone went off with a flash and it was almost silent in the room. Devin is looking at me, but not saying a word when blood begins to trickle from his nose. “GET OUT!” he starts screaming, “GET OUT.” After a few seconds of this Roses dad grabs him and carries him to a room down the hallway. After the bizarre event, I decided I was going to take a drive to the store to get more hot dogs for the party. I am about to exit the door when I am cut off by Roses dad asking me where I am going. I told him I was going to run to grab some more food from the store, and that is the last thing I can recall.
I woke up some time later downstairs tied to a chair, I looked to my left and Devin is also there. I asked him what is going on, but he sat there staring straight into the wall like he was in some sort of trance. This is when Mr. Armitage comes into the room wearing full scrubs with blood splatters on them. “My son is going to be a football player and he’s gonna use your body to do it !” He says before walking out of the room again. Looking around the room for something to escape the chair with I notice cut out pictures of black athletes all over the room, as well as their addresses next to a diagram of a brain. Suddenly I got a sick feeling in my stomach and began to piece things together. I realized Devin is not Devin because he has the brain of someone else in his body, and that’s what Roses dad was planning do to me. Acting on the only way I could think, I stood up, hands still tied to the chair and ran backwards at the wall as fast as I could. Hitting with a hard impact, I felt the chair break and I was able to untie myself. Rose’s father came running in with a baseball bat unaware of me hiding behind the door. I hit him over the head and ran until I saw the stairs leading out of the basement. Once I got to the main floor, I sprinted upstairs to the bedroom in hopes of my phone still being there. I frantically dialled 911 and did not even know what to say when they answered the phone. I told them my location and that the people who have me are using African Americans for some type of brain swap surgery and I’ve just escaped, they asked me if I knew how serious prank calling the police station was. I assured them this was not a prank and that I did not have much time. I hung up and ran back to the stairs only to be met by Roses dad standing on the stairwell, his face now bloody. I turned around to run back into my room and lock the door before he could get to it. The only way out was the window in the bedroom from the second story. So I did the only thing I could do, I jumped. A sharp pain shot through my ankle, but I knew I had to make it to the car that still had the keys in the ignition. If I could make it there I knew I could escape. It was only 20 yards or so from my spot under the second floor bedroom. I hobbled, quickly as I could making it to the car. I saw Rose running from the house as I flipped the ignition. Of course i had to wait for her this was my girlfriend. She gets in the car and without saying a word I peel out of the driveway and onto the main road. All of a sudden Rose grabs the steering wheel and swerves us right into oncoming traffic, I regain control just in time to miss the semi truck on the left side, but not quick enough to avoid the guard rail that sent us flipping over the right side.
Rose swerving us into oncoming traffic was the last image I could replay in my head when I woke up in a hospital bed the next morning. I also tried to stretch my ams, but they only got about six inches when I realized I was handcuffed to my hospital bed. This is when two officers came in and told me that the person I was with in the accident has passed away, and when they went to her parents house after not hearing back they came across Roses dad , dead on the stairs, bleeding from the head, and they believed I was responsible. I tried explaining to them the entire situation and about how my missing friend Devin was not missing he had just had a lobotomy against his will and about Roses parents were doing this to African American men. They looked at me as if there wasn’t a sane bone in my body. “Why would they want to kidnap black people” one officer said the other laughing as if it couldn’t be true. “I’m telling you that is what happend. But they just couldn’t believe people would want to exploit a black man for things such as these, and this is why I write this story to you from the confines of my Portland jail cell. Another day in white America.