The Interracial Couples

By "Mark Paul" Sebar

This ain't 1967's guess who's coming to dinner. It is a fast action drama and true love story as a battered woman, meets the man of her life. A hard boiled love story that will test everyone to their max.

• Language: English
• Publisher: "Mark Paul" Sebar
• Release date: Nov 9, 2010
• ISBN: 9781930246492

"Mark Paul" Sebar

My most important love is story telling of fictional tales, far away places, memorable characters, great beginnings and surprise endings. I can author work across many genres comfortably. If I can connect with you my reader, then I did my job and we are hopefully, both happy.II don't try to author woke, politically correct content, but rather entertainment value work. I like to think of my stories as having a 'Movie in your mind' and if I connect with a reader that way, I have done my job.From my "Sheriff Wyler Scott" franchise to the "CalHouse" Technological terror tales of the 21st century, to a diabolical Veep at Weasle Mortgage and Loa in "$$$Amount Due$$$" to a dying man kidnapped in place of a woman by grey aliens on a disc in "Captura" ... I like my readers to be able to visit all types of places. Even in time, take "Skyway Arizona" where a 747 makes an emergency landing in the year 1885. Or a future detective "Turbadia" a detective from hell for the bad guys who seems unstoppable, to a religious scifi confrontation in the future "Thunder Dead" God versus the Devil and grey alien.It is that imagination, the travels with the characters, the places they have been, a hopeless situation turned around, this is what is important, an escape from the real world for several hours to go on those adventures and meet new characters.That is my world and I hope it 'Rocks your mind' for several hours. Humbly yours, American Author, Poet, Filmwriter and Songwriter, "Mark Paul" Sebar.

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The Interracial Couples

An Action Drama By

Mark Paul Sebar

Based on the 1996 Screenplay The Interracial Couples

Copyright © 2006 by Mark Paul Sebar

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Copyright © 2006 All Rights Reserved

Library of Congress, United States of America

ISBN 978-1-930246-49-8 TXu001570701

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Chapter Index

001 Dark Beginnings

002 Angels and Demons

003 Beginnings Good and Bad

004 Deals With Righteous Devils

005 The Money Ho

006 A Message Of Black And White Deceit

007 Group Therapy

008 The Old Fart

009 Sequoia Adventure

010 Turn Of Events

011 Promoted Beginnings And Canned Endings

012 Bright, Fair And Dead Futures

Questions with the Author

Chapter One

Dark Beginnings

It was a starry night in an open warm field East of Bakersfield California that late May 1995. The crickets were chirping, and the moon was drawn over the distant Tehachapi’s, highlighting the moments as they ticked away.

At the edge of the field sat an old blue Chevy pickup truck with a small shell on the back. The lights were off, indicating no one around. In the center of the field, in the weeds, a large brawny fellow with dusty brown hair and dark eyes stood over a woman. He was drunk as they come, and one helluva mean streak that showed no mercy.

The woman tried to stand, tears running down her face and he backhanded her, knocking her to the ground. Then he took a step forward, grabbed her arm yanking her from the ground and smacked her several times.

Her right eye was a definite shiner, and her lips had inflated with blood. Her innocent blue eyes and golden, natural blonde hair, held a moment of innocence that temporarily stopped this thug from continuing his brutal battering.

He let go her arm, as she fell to the ground. He was her boyfriend, Steve Schweinfert, and he was as mean as they got; with that beer can he picked up off the ground. It was sitting right next to 11 cans. Bitch, he scolded in a drunken slur. You wanna hang around with another man, he screamed in a rage, reaching down, grabbing her arm, and again yanking her from the ground. He drank the remainder of the can, and then chucked it, while swinging her to face him.

She was terrified of this one. Yes he had beaten her before and she remained loyal to him, but this was the worst she’d been put through, and it didn’t appear to be getting better anytime soon. He just asked for a light, Lana Picard sobbed. A tear ran down her cheek as she glanced into Steve’s eyes. I only obliged his request.

Steve pulled her to him and forced his lips against hers, which were agonizing to the touch. He pressed himself upon her, as she stood helpless in pain.

You’re my woman, and there ain’t no other man gonna lay a finger on you, he roared slapping her once more, then reeling her close to his lips again. He forced the kiss on her, then pushed her back, pausing a moment. He stared at her chest and blouse, glanced into her terrified eyes. I’m doing this for your own good, he scolded, ripping her blouse open and exposing her bra.

With his left arm, he pulled her close, and then ran his right index finger between her sensual cleavage. You owe me. You owe me for what I gone and done for you over the years. Gave you a nice apartment, put food on your table, plenty of sex. I’ve slaved like a dog for you.

She pushed herself back away from him. You benefited more from the sex than I did, and I worked just as hard for you, she shot back with emotional fire.

Then if you really love me, he responded taking a step forward and grasping at her arm again, this time stumbling and missing her. Let’s do it right here in this field. Ain’t nobody gonna miss us. She stepped back, stumbling and fell backward, hitting her head against a rock on the ground. She was out completely as he moved towards her. The last thing she could see as her vision faded was Steve leaning over her.

The moments passed while a gentle night breeze blew in, carrying a warm wind. Steve stood up over her and zipped up his fly. He wiped his lips, then hovered over her a moment in his drunken stupor, admiring his handy work. A few moments passed as he bent down, and grabbed her body, slinging her over his shoulder.

He was a large guy, muscular and well built. Scars on his arm told of the many fights he had been in over the years. Even when he wasn’t on the juice, he was one mean dude that you stayed clear of. A brawler looking for the next one at the drop of a dime, Steve was the kind of redneck you avoided at all costs.

He walked across the field to the pickup truck and opened the passenger door, setting her on the seat. He bent down, and positioned her legs and then put her seat belt on.

Closing the door, Steve walked around the front of the truck where a lone beer can sat atop the left fender. He took that can, popped the tab and chug-a-lugged the beer, finally crushing the can in his hand, and then tossing it aside.

Steve opened the driver’s side door, and stepped into the cab of his pickup truck. He pulled the door closed and turned the key to the ignition.

Like an old dependable friend, the American built V-8 engine roared to life, and he put the column shifter in drive. He spun around, glancing down at her body again. Yer one sorry lookin' bitch! he winked.

The pickup turned around, kicking up some dirt and he began heading to the lights of the distant city on a lonely highway. As he drove down the highway, the sign said Welcome to Bakersfield California. Overhead, a distant shooting star shot through the clear night. Great changes were in the heavens, but soon they would be coming for everyone.

Inside a Bakersfield hospital, Emma Houston lay in her bed. It was a last few painful months, as the medical routines had shown no cure for her condition of liver cancer.

The cancer had grown to the very advanced stages, and death would be imminent soon. She was a mother anyone could be proud of, a black woman full of life at a time when it was winding down.

Through her years, she had shown her warmth to people, shown who she was, accomplished many things. Now, the time was winding down quickly and soon her illness would overtake her. It was, as she had accepted, the way of the world, the universe, and now her life was in the hands of the almighty, who had decided it was time for her to leave.

Her son was Wesley Houston, a tall young man who could easily have been America’s role model. He was a clean looking guy who had been straight all his life, endeavoring to grow up right, and he had.

Wesley knelt by her bedside as she swung her head to glimpse the young boy she had raised. The young boy, who had made her a proud mom, had shown that you could make an honest keep in the world, now filling a career he had persevered through college.

He grabbed her hand and gently squeezed it, lifting her hand and kissing upon it, with his lips. It was baby smooth as she drew a polite smile of acknowledgment.

Time is running short. She squeezed his hand gently, staring at him with a polite intensity of hope and pride all mixed together. Now listen to me, and listen to me good, boy. I’ll only tell you this once. Your father was proud of you. He wanted you to go on as I do. She eased up on the squeeze as she turned her head, resting back and glancing up at the ceiling.

But I don’t want to lose you.

She displayed a grin on her face as she took a hard, but deep breath. Oh the pain, the pain as she exhaled. It was in her body and every breath was becoming a slow struggle like none she had ever felt before. We all die as we are born, she replied. She took another breath, and hid it from him, but he could see her pain. That’s life and nothing’s going to save mine now. Emma rolled her head to the left and glanced into Wesley’s tearful eyes. Just you go out boy, and get that college degree you been working for so long. She displayed a big proud smile upon her face. Make a mama proud.

He tightened his gentle grip around her hand as the tears began to flow. Wesley couldn’t hold it back anymore. I will mama, I will.

One other thing, she replied.

Yes mama?

She held his hand a bit tighter staring him in the eye. Get yourself a good woman. There’s nothing like a lady to proceed through life with. A good woman will bring you happiness and fulfillment unlike any other you’ve ever experienced. She let go his hand as he stood up, glancing down at her.

How do I find her? Wesley asked.

You’ll know soon enough boy, when you look into her eyes.

He blew her a kiss and held her hand once more as she stared up at the ceiling. I love you mama, I love you. Then he bent down and gave her a final hug.

Across town that night something else was going down. On a dark street corner in downtown Bakersfield, a transaction of crime was being conducted by two black men. Damon Washington was a tall muscular man who often used his size to intimidate those that weren’t in favor with him.

His scar on the left neck told of a past dealing gone bad, and his stone chiseled face often was hidden behind a smile of false security, others were likely to fall victim to.

He finished his business with the other fellow, a somewhat smaller guy, stocky in build, as Damon walked down a dark street. Only the stars lit the path and even they faded in his presence.

This was a very bad man, make no mistake about it. If there was trouble, Damon would be it, but the night was still young and anything could happen.

Damon continued his jaunt to his car when he rounded a corner and a slow cruising cop car pulled up with its lights flashing. Both officers opened the doors and they approached him. Can I see some I.D. please? Officer Kevin Carson asked.

Why sure officer, Damon replied as he grinned and slowly reached for his back pocket. He pulled out the wallet and then handed his license to the officers. Kevin’s partner, officer Riley took the I.D. and went back to the car radio for a check.

Riley returned with his hand over his holster and gun. He’s had prior felonies…out on parole for now.

Carson looked Damon straight in the eye. You’re supposed to report to the department once you entered the city limits for residence. Why weren’t we notified?

I just got into town. Damon again smiled politely and that’s all both officers needed to make a decision. Riley turned Damon, frisking him.

Damon had nothing on him, no money, no dope and no knife or gun. He turned out to be clean, as Carson turned him back. Mister Washington, we stopped you because you were seen on a known drug corner, and your activity was suspicious.

Damon again grinned and both officers’ didn’t like that grin one bit. I just say no to drugs, he responded holding up his right hand as if he were making a sworn statement.

I see, Carson replied, taking a deep breath of air. He rolled his eyes over to Riley, then back to Damon. Well, I’d like to make a statement off the record.

Damon’s smile all but disappeared to a frown. Fine with me…cops! His tone had changed to one of a guy who was barely tolerant of where all of this had led. Damon knew that one wrong step could cause him a lot of troubles, and he would rather to keep his cool than explode at police officers.

Bakersfield and Oildale are good clean towns. Kevin turned a moment to Riley who nodded in agreement. Then he turned back to Damon whose eyes had not even flinched at what was being said. With your prior records, it might be wise to move on. Let the good folks of Bakersfield, get some peace and quiet.

Riley stepped forward to Damon at Kevin’s side. The problem is that your kind isn’t wanted here.

Damon’s eyes shifted to Riley as the moments were building in tensions between the two that could easily have exploded. And what is my kind? Damon asked in a raised tone.

Felons, Riley informed him, stepping up to Damon’s face, staring him eye to eye. Previous convicted drug dealers, murderers, child molesters and the list goes on and on.

A nearly endless moment passed as the two men were locked in a mental battle of wills. It seemed ready to explode even if they were cops, but Damon broke the glance, giving in while Riley continued to stare him down. I’ll heed that warning, Damon responded, turning to Kevin, Anything else?

You can go for now, Kevin replied, but the police will be watching you. With those words spoken, Damon took his driver’s license back from Kevin who held it out for him and then he pocketed it and left the two officers. They both watched as he walked across the street to a car. Riley turned to Kevin. I don’t like him. He was up to something.

I know, Kevin replied. He took his hat off for a second, smoothed back his hair, and then repositioned his cap atop his head. I don’t like him either, but we have nothing on him. Besides, if he reports in, he’s clear.

Until he slips up, Riley added.

Kevin patted him on the shoulder. Let’s take a break at the doughnut shop. It’s going to be a very long night and I can use a hot cup of coffee. With those words spoken, both officer’s went to their squad car and drove off.

In another part of town, at night in the parking lot of a liquor store, argued Fred Arnold and his soon to be wife Kerry Tanner. Fred was a gentle guy, rather small to Kerry’s tallish physique.

It wasn’t always that things had gotten abrasive between them, but rather of late, mainly due to financial pressures. It seemed that things had become a bit tougher then expected and Fred just wasn’t earning what he used to, and now the little things in life were questioning their future together. She took a package out of the bag and turned to him across the fender of their car. Why did you have to buy me this crap again? she scolded.

With the driver’s door open and the light inside burning precious moments off the battery, he leaned over the fender of the vehicle, displayed a pleasant smile which only deepened her frown. Because I can, he replied in a sarcastic tone. Fred’s expression changed to one of anger as his smile disappeared. Get in the car, he shouted.

She slammed the bag on the hood making a loud thump. No! she replied, dropping the bag on the hood. She folded her arms and took a step back from the vehicle.

Get in the car right now, or else I’m leaving, he threatened in a plethora of insinuations. One