I parked in front of a nice Italian restaurant, and went to open the door for Natalie. She smiled up at me as she got out of the car. She really did look beautiful, and I was proud to be walking into the restaurant with her on my arm.
Everyone was already waiting for us when we were shown to our table by the maître d’. My brother had brought his girlfriend, and he had a look of surprise on his face when he saw Natalie. My father also had brought his girlfriend, and I felt my blood pressure rise. The girl looked not that much older than my brother and I. I knew she was older, but I felt like she had probably graduated from college before she got the job as his secretary, so if I had to guess, she may have been five to seven years older than I was.
My father stood up when we got to the table, and so did my brother.
“Dad ... Craig, this is my girlfriend, Natalie. Natalie, this is my Dad, his ... girlfriend, my brother, Craig, and his girlfriend, Ashley.”
Everyone said hello, and Natalie didn’t even blink an eye when I introduced her as my girlfriend, another thing I was grateful for.
“It's nice to meet you, Natalie. No one knew that Jet had a girlfriend.” He left that hanging in the air as we sat down.
My dad ordered a few bottles of wine for the table, and everyone started looking at their menus. I turned to Natalie, who smiled over at me. “Everything okay?” I asked.
“Of course. What are you thinking of getting to eat?”
“Probably the lobster ravioli. I love it; I always get it every time I come here.” I watched as she scanned the menu for my choice, and read it over.
“What about you?”
“I like the chicken dishes. The chicken and mushroom penne looks delicious, and I can get it with blush sauce.” She smiled happily at me, and I told her I thought it was a great choice.
The waiter came back with the wine and poured everyone a glass. We ordered our meals with salads, and settled in to wait.
I took a sip of my wine and thought things weren't going too badly. That was until my father started talking.
“You have quite a face on you to come to dinner with. Do you mind explaining to us why you look the way you do?”
Natalie looked startled, but I just laughed. “Well, Dad, had you attended my fight like Mom did.” I looked at his girlfriend when I said Mom. “You would know why I look the way I do.”
“I have attended those fights, son, but I have been busy lately. Not to mention if you can't seem to come to a simple dinner, I don't know why it's a big deal that I miss your little scraps.”
I bristled. “They aren't scraps dad, they’re sport. I think you know that.”
He looked up at me and looked me over again. I could tell that his girlfriend was starting to get very uncomfortable. “How is it that you manage to go to work looking like that?”
“Dad, I don't have a part-time job. I can barely manage my schoolwork with my training. I'm a professional MMA fighter; I get paid for the fights I do. That's how I make money. That’s on top of the sports scholarships I've attained, so I do pretty well for myself.”
Craig broke into the conversation. “You should have seen Jet, Dad. He took on this monster, and he did so well ... you would have been so proud.” He left that hanging in the air, and silence fell over the table. When the salads arrived, dinner conversation led to Craig and Ashley and what plans they had for the rest of the year. I was grateful that the limelight was off of me for the moment, as things had begun to get a little heated.
It wasn't long, however, before the conversation swung back my way. His new girlfriend had the nerve to speak in my direction.
“So, Jet, how long have you and Natalie been dating? We've never heard of her.”
I looked at Natalie, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I turned back to Joy and said, “Well, Joy, why would you have heard of her?”
She bushed a bright red, and I continued on, “Natalie and I have only been dating for a short time; maybe about a month.”
“What do you study at school, Natalie?” my father asked her.
She cleared her throat before answering. “I'm an art major, sir, I've had a few exhibits around town, and I plan on freelancing when I finish school.”
“Well, that sounds far more feasible than the career choice your boyfriend has made.”
“Dad ...” Craig said. “Can we just lay off the fighting for one meal?”
“There's nothing wrong with what I'm saying, Craig.” Craig looked away from his father and shook his head.
“I think it's preposterous to base your whole future career option on punching someone in the face. I supported it when you both decided to go into the sport as a hobby, but to choose it as a career is foolish. I'm just glad you chose to go a different career route than Jet did.”
“Why can't you just accept what I do, and leave it at that? There are plenty of dads out there who have sons who don't pick the career they want, and they support them anyway. Why can't you do the same?”
“Because I have already laid out a future for you, one you choose to ignore in order to run around in boxers all day. When you wake up broken and jobless one day, you are going to wish that you stayed within my company.”
“Dad!” Craig said.
But Father was on a roll, and he would not be silenced. The whole table looked shell shocked, and you could cut the tension in the room with a hatchet. But still, my dad carried on as if he had no idea that it was all going to end badly.
“Dad, I have zero interest in business, especially any business that you created. I don't want anything to do with your company. Craig can run it; you do have another son. You don't have to expect me to do it.”
Natalie tapped my leg under the table, attempting to calm me down. I took a deep breath and tried to do just that. I looked over at her, and she smiled nervously. I could tell she was alarmed by what was going on around her, and she probably felt helpless to stop it. I felt bad, and suddenly regretted bringing her, but I had thought her presence might prevent a scene like this, but apparently my dad didn’t care who was there to listen.
My dad’s voice caught my attention again and I turned to him. “I want you to be responsible for the decisions you make in your life and realize they impact others. This isn't about Craig and what you think Craig should do. This is about you’ and the fact that you are behaving like a child’ and it's about time you grow up and do something useful with your life.”
I practically shook with anger when I stood up at the table. I could hear both Natalie and Craig telling me to sit down, or calm down, or a combination of the two, but I didn't care. I leaned over the table, yelling in my father’s face, “How dare you tell me to be responsible when you have been parading your whore around as if you didn't cheat on my mother with her! How dare you bring her to dinner! I can barely stand being around you, never mind having to look across the table at a woman who helped ruin your marriage to Mom.” I heard Joy gasp, but I kept on going, well aware that the other patrons in the restaurant had turned to stare.
“You're a sorry excuse for a father, and if you think I would walk in your shoes for one minute, and take over a company that means nothing to me, then you're sadly mistaken. I suggest you get used to the joke of a career I've chosen, because I would rather die than come work for you.” I slammed a fist on the table, and stormed out of the restaurant.
I sat outside on a bench, willing my blood pressure to go down. I needed to cool my temper, because I had to go reclaim my date from a nightmare dinner. I couldn't go in there, however, the way I was feeling at that moment, or I would explode all over again. I wish I could go in immediately, though, because Natalie probably hated me just then more than she normally did. She was now stuck in there alone, not knowing anyone, trying to maintain an awkward conversation until I came back in.
I wish I hadn't invited her, although I wasn't sure how I would have survived it without her. She didn't deserve to be a part of the issues that were between my dad and me. My
father didn't have enough class in him to let one conversation go long enough to have a dinner with his son. I had been avoiding these dinners for months for that reason alone. Wouldn't it have been better to not discuss issues just once in the hope that I may return for another dinner? But no, Dad just had to get his two cents in, and ruin yet another dinner.
It was Natalie who eventually came to find me, as I hadn't been able to calm myself down enough to go back in. She slowly walked out of the restaurant, clutch in hand, with her jacket over her arm and sauntered slowly toward me.
Chapter Nine
Natalie
I was fuming when I walked out of the restaurant, and I really had no idea what I should or could say to Jet at that point. Dinner had been an absolute disaster, and the least Jet could have done was warn me about the impending doom. As if dinner wasn't bad enough, he then got in a screaming match with his dad, and stormed out. He didn’t ask me to go with him―he just stormed out; leaving me with a bunch of people I didn’t know, in one of the most awkward situations I have ever been in. I had been humiliated, and had to sit through Jet's dad going on about Jet's level of respect, when all I wanted to do was tell him to shut the hell up.
Instead, I had slowly gotten up from the table, and without saying another word to any of them, I had walked out of the restaurant. There I found Jet sitting outside, looking like he was still going to explode if you dared touch him.
I sauntered over to him, trying to find the words to express what I was feeling at that moment. He looked up and me and tried to smile, but the storm clouds in his eyes just wouldn't allow it.
“I was starting to think you left without me.”
“Natalie, I would never do that. I was just trying to calm down before I went back in there, I'm sorry.”
“Jet, what the hell is going on between you and your father?”
“It's just the way it's always been. He wants to pass his company down to me, only me. It can't be Craig, and I just don't want any part of it. It's not the dream I want for my life, so ever since I said no, things have been like this. And that was long before we all found out that he was cheating on my mom. Now it's a minefield every time we are anywhere near each other.”
“Why did you tell them I was your girlfriend? Why would you go there? You brother for sure knew that it wasn't true.”
“Look, Natalie, I know you aren't my girlfriend, so you can just relax on that whole thing. I just didn't want my dad to have something to complain about. That I didn't have a girlfriend like Craig did. He's always comparing us. And I didn't want him to say anything about me bringing just a friend to a dinner with family; I just didn't want to go alone. I really thought if I brought you, it would have stopped the fighting from happening, but it happened anyway. All I can say is I'm sorry; it shouldn't have happened at all.”
“Well, a little warning would have been nice, Jet. I'm a big girl; I can handle conflicts. It's just alarming when they are seemingly out of the blue. The least you could have done was warn me that there was a chance there would be a fight, or at least tell me the real reason you wanted me there. Telling me you didn't want to have to sit through an awkward dinner was a little far from the truth. You should have prepared me for what would happen, instead of throwing me in a war zone without any warning.”
“Are you joking right now, Natalie?”
“No, I'm not. I think it's the least you could have done.”
“Well, why should I? You're no different. You’re very secretive about your family life, and I don't flip out about it.”
“Yeah, maybe I am, so what? The difference is, Jet, I don't sit you in front of my father and let all the secrets come out over dinner. That's the bloody difference.”
“It's not just that, Natalie. You are secret about many things in your past. I'm pretty sure whatever happened with your last boyfriend has a lot to do with why we are so messed up.”
I laughed, shocked that he brought things right out in the open. He was right, we were pretty messed up, and I couldn't see a way of changing that. But I knew for a fact that it wasn't just my fault. If he and I remained just friends, he had some part in that as well. He had a terrible reputation, and right off the bat we had a rocky start, with him telling his roommate we had slept together before we had. I had trust issues, but he didn't help them go away, by any means.
“Well, what do you have to say, Natalie? It's not fun, right, when the tables are turned back on you, is it?”
I lost my temper, just as he had in the restaurant, and yelled at him. “My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. There, are you happy? Does that make us even in the secret sharing today, Jet?”
He looked at me in shock, and had a look on his face I couldn't quite read, but it seemed like regret.
“It wasn't just a one night stand, either. They had carried on an affair for almost a year. This was a guy I spent three years with. I thought I was going to marry him. He left me for my best friend, and they had both been lying and sneaking around behind my back for a year. So, yeah, Jet, you're right on the money. That is exactly why you are right on the money, Jet. That's exactly why you and I are never going to be anything more than friends. Because I can bet any amount of money that you are exactly like him, and I refuse to let another man break me like that again.”
I stormed away from him as I heard him calling my name. I started running down the street until I could no longer hear him calling my name. I started looking for a cab, and since I was in a busy part of town, it wasn't long before a cab pulled up to the curb. There were tears running down my cheeks as I got into the cab, and closed the door behind me. I looked behind me, and saw no sign of Jet searching for me. I gave the cabbie my address, and began sobbing in the back of the cab. The cabbie asked me if I was okay, if I needed him to call someone. I just shook my head, and lay back against the seat. I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my face. I was mortified by how the evening had gone, but even more so, I was hurt that Jet hadn't fixed it, but instead had gone on the attack.
Maybe I should have been more honest with Jet, and told him about my past, but I was trying to keep things neutral between us in order for me to protect myself. I didn't want to deal with my emotions with someone like Jet. He was always so tough, and considering his own past with women, how did I know he hadn't done the exact same thing to a girl as Tom had done to me?
I was fairly certain at that point, however, that I was finished with Jet permanently. I couldn't keep going on that roller coaster ride of emotion and regret with him any longer. It was becoming glaringly obvious that we couldn't even maintain a normal friendship, so I thought it was just time to cut the cord and move on with my life. I groaned when I realized that I would have to start from scratch with my art project, and find a new subject. I would have to do three drawings in one month to make sure I was back on schedule. The creative story I could still salvage, because essentially it was fiction, and I could just tell whatever story I wanted to. Maybe I could try to have Jet and me live happily ever after in the story; it was, after all, just fiction. I wiped away my tears, and decided that I would send Jet a message before bed, after I had calmed down, and let him know that I felt that contact should be broken at that point, and that I didn't even want to be friends anymore.
The cab pulled up to my apartment. I paid the guy and got out, closing the door behind me. I headed up to my apartment slowly, not feeling like I had any energy at all. I knew Julie was home, so the door would be unlocked. I opened the door and walked in, seeing her drinking a beer on the couch watching an old episode of Sex and the City.
“Oh my God, you are home early? And you're crying? Oh no, what happened?”
I started crying harder now, feeling totally and hopelessly lost at that moment. She flew off the couch and came over to me. She wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me tight as I cried in her arms. When my tears stopped flowing, she patted me on the back and led me over to the couch, where she handed me a box of Kleenex. I dab
bed at my eyes, and blew my nose repeatedly. Julie went to the fridge and grabbed me a beer, cracking it open before she got back to me. She handed me the beer and I took a long―very long―pull on it, and emptied half of the bottle. I leaned back into the couch and pointed at the TV.
“Yup, just one of those nights. One of Jet's friends actually asked me out, which I was really excited about because he's super-hot. But by the time I got home from school I was no longer in the mood to go out so I postponed it for another night, and decided to be lazy,” Julie answered my unspoken question.
I laughed. “It's probably best to keep them guessing anyway, right?”
“You got it. He's been messaging me all night ever since. I think he's worried that I got a better offer.”
We laughed. It felt nice to laugh again. I didn't know what the heck I was going to do with myself but for the time being. I was gonna sit there and laugh with my new best friend. She watched me as I continued to swig my beer. She took a few sips of hers before she started in. “So, are you going to tell me what happened? Did he try to get in your pants again?” she asked jokingly.
“Well if he did, at least this time I would have been sober.”
“Okay so what really happened, Natalie? You’re a mess, and I don't understand how going out to a fancy family dinner ended like this.”
I sighed and explained the whole evening to her. Right from beginning to end. How he had picked me up for dinner, and laid praise to me and then took me to a fancy Italian restaurant. The kind of fancy restaurant where the waiter came around and filled our wine glasses while we ate.
I told her how everything seemed to be going great until Jet's father started giving him a hard time about MMA, something I had no idea he didn't like about his son's life. I talked about how Jet had a brother named Craig, who sat and defended him all through dinner.
Julie patiently sat there and listened as I told her how the fight escalated as Jet's father wanted him to work for his company, how he thought MMA was a joke, and basically railed on Jet about every aspect of his life right down to why he didn't have a part-time job. I explained how Jet exploded and yelled in front of everyone at the restaurant, how his dad’s girlfriend was labeled a whore, and how I also learned that Jet's dad had cheated on his wife with the “whore” at the table.
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