Leave You for a White Woman

By Ronnie Crawford

Take this journey as Ronnie leads his readers down a path that is sure to have you on the edge of your sit. This novel is based on his true life events, which led him to experience an eye opening revelation to see all humans as God’s equal creations. Ronnie would soon come to the realization that it doesn’t matter about the color of one’s skin when true love is the focal point. Moreover, he will truly understand that being happy in love starts from within and true divine love is colorless. Therefore, the only sapiens God designed to be separated is the different species of animals. Humans are one species, and love is always the key.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665526579

Ronnie Crawford

Ronnie Crawford is the acclaimed author of The Vessel, and Leave You For A White Woman. Born in Detroit, Michigan, Ronnie encountered trials and tribulations not unlike the characters in his books. His latest novel Leave You For A White Woman, was wrote from the concrete desk of his 5’ x 8’ prison cell. Expected to be released in 2021. Ronnie looks forward to printing his books while putting his life of crime behind him.

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Ronnie stood in front of the bathroom mirror of his small, one bedroom apartment. He searched his light ebony skin for blemishes. Turning around, he checked his back. Damn, he forgot to rip the tag off his new Nautica jacket. It was white with blue stripes, perfect for spring. He ripped the tag off. That would have been embarrassing if Chelsea would have spotted that on their date.

Ronnie had spent the last year trying to get her to notice him. She worked as a part-time waitress at Detroit Coney Island. While Chelsea always was polite; she would laugh off any advances he made at her. Ronnie knew that she was attracted to him. That was not the problem. The problem, he suspected was the fact that she was a white upper class suburban girl, and he was a black guy from Detroit. That is why he persisted. Something about wanting what you could not have. And the way she gazed into his emerald green eyes let Ronnie know that he could have her.

Then, after months of merciless flirting, Chelsea finally relented.

Ronnie gargled, checked his pearly white teeth, with one big gap in his mouth, and ran a brush through his waves. He was not about to let this dime piece slip away on him. Tonight, she would see his A-game. He checked his watch. Five o’clock. That left him an hour before he had to pick Chelsea up from her parents seven-bedroom home.

Ronnie hopped into his freshly washed black Ford Focus, and kept it under the speed limit the entire way. He used the drive to think of some conversation points that would keep the night interesting. He wanted her to feel comfortable around him. This was clearly her first date with a black man.

Turning onto Main Street, Ronnie was surprised to find Chelsea standing by the curb, three houses down from her parent’s home. Pulling to the shoulder, he got out and opened the door for her. She gave Ronnie a once-over and smiled. You look nice. I barely recognized you without a plate of food in front of you. Ronnie laughed and looked her up and down. Her long smooth legs stretched from her yellow plaid skirt, and her white halter top accentuated her perfect round breasts. And you look stunning, he replied. Chelsea blushed, running her fingers through her brunette locks. You’re sweet. So, where do you want to eat?

Ronnie had the cash to afford a five-star restaurant. But at the same time, he did not want to look desperate. That depends. Are you a candle and wine girl, or a Mexican food girl? Chelsea licked her lips. I love Mexican, and I’m starved."

Ronnie studied her. So, you’re not one of those girls that refuse to eat in front of a guy? She toyed with a lock of her hair. Don’t let this perfect figure fool you. I can eat both of my brothers under the table. Ronnie chuckled, while silently wondering what these brothers would think of her dating a brother.

I didn’t know that you had siblings.

She shook her head. Yeah, two brothers, she said holding up a couple fingers. How about you? I’m an only child, raised by a single mother. So, she’s where you got your perfect mocha skin from, huh? Ronnie rubbed the back of his hand down his jaw line. You like? Chelsea leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. I like very much.

They pulled into Taco Especial. As soon as they stepped from the car, they could smell meats, cheeses, and spices, coming from the small restaurant. Ronnie held the door for her, where they were both greeted by Juan, the owner.

Juan came over and planted a kiss on each of Ronnie’s cheeks. Mi Dio! Ella es muy bonita. He signed Ronnie the okay sign with his fingers.

Ronnie grabbed her by the hand and lead her back to their table. When their waitress came over to take their orders, Ronnie ordered in Spanish.

Wow, Chelsea said. I’m impressed. I didn’t know that you spoke Spanish.

Ronnie shrugged. My mom was strict when it came to my education. You should see the things that I can do on a computer.

As their date progressed, Chelsea found that she was really enjoying herself. Ronnie’s witty banter was refreshing. He seemed genuinely interested in her hopes and dreams. He was nothing like the boys that she dated in the past.

So, it’s you and your two brothers. No sisters, huh? She scoffed. God, don’t remind me. It is like being under twenty-four-hour lockdown. I thought that they would loosen up some once I turned eighteen, but boy was I wrong. If anything, they have gotten worse.

Is that the reason you were so reluctant to go out on a date with me?

Chelsea turned her face away. She took in a deep breath and turned back to him. There’s something you should know if we’re going to take this to the next level. She reached across the table and placed her hand on his. It’s just that my dad and brothers, let’s just say that they are not as open minded as you or me. Chelsea gave a dismissive wave of the hand. Don’t get me wrong. They are not raciest, per say. They just all heard the player type horror stories. Ronnie nodded in understanding. Reaching across the table, he caressed her face with the back of his hand. I get it. I really do, but that is not me. I’m more of a gamer than a gangster. She gave a half shrug. I just wanted you to know the risk. This could get messy. Ronnie gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. You’re worth it. Chelsea felt her heart leap. What do you say we get that food to go?

Pete looked into his daughter’s room. He had expected to find Chelsea sound asleep. Instead, he found that her bed was still made. Maybe she had fallen asleep downstairs on the couch. He checked there, the den, in the basement, and all seven of the bedrooms in their two-story home. She wasn’t in the house.

This was the reason Pete had his savvy son, Ralph, install a tracking app on her phone. He pulled it up on his lap top. The little red light bleeped at the corner of Telegraph and Ready Road. Pete felt the anger swell within him. There was only one thing there. That hole-in-the-wall motel. His hands tightened into fists. This was all he needed. A pregnant teen that gets stuck raising a kid, instead of making something of herself. He had half a mind to go down to that motel and kick in the door. And Pete would have, had it not been for the fact that the bleeping red light began to move.

Pete stomped up the steps. Flung Ralph’s door open. Wake up and get Ronald. Your sister is out with some guy. I think we need to teach him a lesson. Ralph groaned and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He looked over at the clock. One in the morning. What had Chelsea gotten herself into now? He sighed. Hopefully his brother Ronald wasn’t in one of his moods. The last thing they needed was to hospitalize some poor guy that was too clueless to realize what he was getting himself involved in.

Ronald, get up. Dad is pissed. Chelsea hasn’t come home.

Where in the fuck is she? he snarled. Great. So much for him not being in one of his moods. Ronald leapt out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans and his steel toed boots. So, pops wants us to teach him a lesson?

Ten minutes later, they were all crouched down behind Pete’s truck in the driveway. Quiet, here they come, Pete whispered to his sons.

CHAPTER TWO

Ronnie and Chelsea held hands the entire drive back to her house. She nestled her head on his shoulder. Tonight, seemed magical. As they turned onto her block; Ronnie had to slam on the brakes. Who in the hell is that?

Chelsea looked up, only to see her dad standing in the middle of the street. Shit! Her door swung open and Ralph yanked her out. Ronnie went to reach for her but then his door also flew open. Ronald grabbed him, pulling him from the car. It all happened so fast. No time to formulate a plan, only to react. Ronnie threw a wild overhand right, catching Ronald on the cheek.

Ronald fell onto the concrete. He looked up at Ronnie. His face was beat red, and it wasn’t from the bruising. He was only going to give this guy a scare, like any good brother would do. But this punk had to go and make it physical. Ronald would show him the consequences of that mistake. He pushed himself back up to his feet.

Dad, stop them! Chelsea pleaded.

Dad? This wasn’t how Ronnie wanted to meet the family. He saw her brother heading back towards him for round two. Ronnie held up his palms.

Hey man, calm down. I didn’t know that you were her brother.

Yeah, he said, plowing towards him.

I’m Ronald, nice to meet you. But instead of a handshake, he came with a left hook. It smacked against the side of Ronnie’s temple, sending him buckling onto the hood of his Focus. Ronnie quickly rebounded. Giving in to the rage, he took his fighting stance.

Okay. If that’s the way you want it? Get some. He waved him in. Ronald came in with a quick jab which Ronnie slipped and countered with a jab, hook, uppercut combo that laid her brother out cold. Ronnie stared down at him. He hoped the dude was alright. He didn’t have long to think about it. Pete blindsided him, and the lights went out.

Chelsea, crying, ran over and jumped on her father’s back.

"Are you crazy?

You hit him with a bat!

You fucking lunatic."

Pete flug her off of him.

Go to your room. This is all your fault. Hanging out with these thugs, what did you think was going to happen?

Chelsea dropped down next to Ronnie. She rubbed her hand through his waves. It came back red with blood.

Look, she cried, holding it up for her family to see. It’s red, just like ours.

Pete rolled his eyes. This didn’t have anything to do with skin color.

Keep telling yourself that.

Her mother Patricia came running out in her robe. What’s all the commotion? she yelled. Seeing both her son and the stranger laying on the ground, she covered her hand over her mouth. Oh, my."

Pete pulled Chelsea back to her feet. "Patricia, take her inside. And Ralph, get your brother into the house. Lock the doors.