Whitewash High Ch. 10

Behind her was Amanda. They were in the middle of another meeting when word reached the office of fighting in the hallway. Valerie immediately went over to tend to Nik.

"Mr. Knight, are you okay?"

While her words sounded professional, Nik could see the concern in her eyes. He reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulder for support. The walls began to spin, and his vision started to blur.

"I need an am...bu...lan...," he slurred before passing out in her arms.

X

Michelle paced the hospital hallway. The school got closed down for the day as the cops came in full force. No longer was it a minor scuffle that annoyed them on a daily basis, but something more serious: attempted murder. All the thugs got taken away in cuffs, along with a few more rowdy students who thought it smart to mouth off to cops in riot gear. The media also showed up, with footage of Nik being carted away in an ambulance all over the nightly news.

"He will be okay," Valerie said, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Of course he'll be alright. Don't think otherwise!" Michelle paused, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Val. I'm just so worried about him. The doctor said the knife wound was deep."

"What are you crying over?" Amanda said, appearing out of nowhere. "You act like you never saw a stabbing before."

"What did you say?" Michelle spat out.

"The racist pig got what was coming to him. He probably said something insensitive to those young, impressionable students, and brought it upon himself."

"Those students are a bunch of animals," Michelle said angrily. "If anything they deserved to get the shit beat out of them."

"I can see the contamination has spread to others in your staff, Miss Schwarz."

"Her name is Weiss."

"No, that word is not politically correct in the current white supremacist climate. How do you think your students feel when their proper, respectable, black principal has already been colonialized with a white name?"

"Okay, okay, we get it, Amanda. What are you even doing here?" Valerie asked, trying to remain neutral and keep to Nik's plan.

"I'm here to serve him papers."

"Papers?" both women said in unison.

"Yes, I've been retained by the boys savagely beaten today to sue him for hate crimes."

"Wait, won't the cops just charge him if that is true?" Michelle asked.

"The white man's system of justice takes too long. Besides, a proud black woman like you should be thanking me. One less oppressor at your school."

Michelle was about to clock the lawyer but Valerie shot up in front of her.

"I think it'd be for the best if you leave it with me, Amanda. I am his boss. Besides, these walls talk. You wouldn't want the press to know you served a lawsuit to a man as he was in the middle of surgery now, would you? It'd sway public opinion against you."

Amanda smirked at Michelle before nodding her head in agreement.

"You're right. My lust for social justice clouded my judgement. Give it to him when you feel it is best...and Miss Oreo, you better realize you're on the wrong side of history with an attitude like that."

Amanda walked off with a saucy sway to her steps. Her butt jiggled with each click of the heels, barely contained by a skirt too tight for its own good.

"I swear, Valerie, I am going to cunt punt that nigger the next time I see her."

"You and me both, sister. But ignore her. She is just an ignorant nigger," Valerie said, gently cupping Michelle's face. "We need to remain focused on Massa, okay? When he wakes up he'll want to see his women doting over him like an emperor. We need to show him we're both confident and concerned for him."

Michelle nodded her head. The sound of clicking heels broke up their huddle. A woman walked out of the emergency surgery doors towards them. Blood covered her surgical greens, and when she took off the surgical mask, the two black women looked shocked.

"It seems our fates are woven together."

"You're a surgeon?" Valerie asked in shock surprise.

"Guilty as charged." Dr. Rai took off her bloody gloves and stuffed them in her waistband. "Want the good news or the bad news first?"

"The good news," Val answered.

"The good news is he'll live. The knife missed any vital organs. Just a mess of a wound. The bad news is he'll need to take some time off, real time off. I don't want his stiches to tear and cause another mess."

Both women looked gleeful at hearing the happy news.

"You sure picked a winner, ladies," Rai said, crossing her arms.

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked.

"He has had some primo plastic surgery done to his skin...I mean expensive. You'd have never know this was not his first rodeo with a knife. I only know one or two doctor's with the reputation to handle the level of ink draining required to clean a..."

"We know. He is our man after all. He told us."

Dr. Rai licked her lips.

"So, you three are still hot and heavy. I kept your card, Michelle. I've just been too busy with plugging bullet holes and knife wounds to call you."

"Your card?" Valerie enquired.

"I wanted to invite her over for some fun with Massa. They already had fun together so I thought it'd be a nice surprise one night for her to show up like a slutty nurse."

"It'd be a big pay cut and I'd be overqualified, but those uniforms are too hot to pass up sometimes," Rai commented.

"When can we expect him out of the hospital?" Valerie asked, bringing the topic back to more immediate concerns.

"He will be in observation for a couple days. Better safe than sorry. Don't worry, I'll take care of all his needs personally," Rai winked at the pair.

"You better," Michelle commented, more rudely than intended.

"Has anyone said how cute you two are when you're upset? Nik must be happy to have a couple of loyal house niggers like you. Feels like I'm in the 1800s. But who am I to judge? He is the White Rajah after all," she playfully smirked.

Dr. Rai left the two women alone. A huge sigh of relief washed over them. Massa would be okay. Everything else would be easy compared to if they lost him. They also felt good that Nik told them about his past. They did not know how they would have reacted about his surgical exploits if kept in the dark until now.

"You can go home now, Michelle. I'll wait here until he is moved to his room," Valerie said.

"I'm staying too."

"Won't your husband be wondering what is going on?"

"Fuck him. Nik is more important. I've never felt more sure about anything in my life than right now."

Michelle rubbed her collar. The busty, ebony Amazon never took it off, even in the shower. It was a source of great pride and strength to her, and was a powerful symbol. If she left now when he was to open his eyes, not to see her doting over him, it would be a slap in the face.

"Alright. But you're getting sleep first. I have some reading to do."

Michelle was about to interject but Valerie's stare put an easy halt to any protest. She knew the principal would have no arguments about it.

X

Suzy sat on her bed, knees to her chest, sobbing. The plan backfired in spectacular fashion. It was not supposed to happen the way it did. He took down the other two so easily without a scratch. Suzy did not plan on Jimmy Jack's reach being so far in jail that he could put a hit out on a teacher. Rubbing her eyes of tears, the schoolgirl tried to think of a new plan.

Her mind was conflicted. One part said she did nothing wrong. She had a gang to lead and people get hurt on the road to success. The other part felt remorse, that she used Mistah Cracka-man like an unwitting pawn. If she didn't provoke the others then he'd not face a four-on-one ambush.

The morality debate went back and forth in her mind. As depressing as it was, it was the lesser of two evils. It helped block out the noise from the bedroom. She hated this apartment, hated her mother, and sometimes hated herself. Some people thought she was a nigger for looking too dark, and others called her a cracker for looking to light.

It hurt, every day it hurt. She walked down a dark path, pimping out her schoolmates for survival. No, that was not entirely true. It was not entirely about survival. The part of her soul that hated herself used her position as a way to get revenge on the life she was dealt. As much as she hated her mother and her whorish ways, she hated the blackness that defiled her attractive features. White people might think she was a nigger, some half-breed mongrel, but at least it was only that...a thought. Whites still treated her with a modicum of human decency. The blacks in her neighbourhood made it clear from day one what they thought of her. A cracker, a honkey, some abominable love child.

Suzy admitted she was a hypocrite because she always called Mr. Knight Mistah Cracka-man, but it was the complicated nature of her soul. She was caught between two worlds, unable to fit fully into either, trying to survive and better her station in life so she did not became what she hated most.

The phone rang, breaking up the melencoly mood.

"Hello?" she spoke softly.

"Suzy, you okay, girl? The school was abuzz over what happened. SWAT cops and everything. We got on the news."

"I'm okay," she said weakly. "Just tired."

"You're lucky to be alive."

"Yeah..."

"I don't think Mr. Knight is going to be coming back for a while. Rumor has it there were complications at the hospital."

"Who told you that?"

"Just the grapevine."

"I wouldn't believe any of it. He is a fighter. He wouldn't let a stupid nigger kill him."

"Are you really okay, Suzy? I know you have a crush on him and everything."

"I said shut up about that. I don't have a crush on him."

"Look, you don't have to lie to me," Sammy said. "Go and visit the hospital. Or come over here. I don't think you should be alone right now."

Suzy wiped tears from her cheeks.

"Fine, I'll come over. Not like I'll be missed anyways here..."

X

"What the fuck do you mean he is in the hospital?" Gale yelled into the cellphone. "If those stupid ghetto punks were not already in the slammer, I'd lynch them myself for hurting Daddy."

She made no attempt to quiet her voice despite drawing attention to herself in the gym.

"I need to go. Don't do anything you'll regret, Gale, for Massa's sake."

"I'm not braindead, Valerie. I'll be a good girl. But don't expect to hog him all to yourself. I'll be moving in to help take care of him."

Before Valerie had a chance to argue, the phone went dead.

"You know, Michelle, sometimes I wonder about the type of girls Massa attracts."

"You mean are we just as loony toons as Gale but don't realize it?" she replied, yawning.

"Yeah."

"Probably. We're both Oreos. I'm in a sham marriage, and you gave up your virginity at the snap of a finger, after guarding it for how many years? Face it, girlfriend, we're all a little damaged and touched in the head. But maybe that is Massa's appeal. He can juggle all our insanity."

"Yeah...And let us hope this lawsuit nonsense can get taken care of. I've read over the papers. I'm not a lawyer, so there might be some legalese I'm not understanding, but their entire case is based on racial discrimination."

"So because he is white he is naturally a racist and hates blacks?"

"I don't see how this will fly in court but I'm not a lawyer. If he was such a racist why would he risk getting killed working at a ghetto school?" Valerie mused.

"We can make ourselves loopy trying to figure out what that asshole is planning. What we need to do is make sure Massa's plan comes to fruition. We won't have to worry about any of this then."

Valerie nodded. She had all the faith that Nik's plan would work. What was the worst that could happen, get stabbed?