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me over to our table where Bella is already seated. We take our seats and get started on our salad course. While we eat, there are guest speakers up on stage talking about the woman’s shelter my mother is helping to raise money for. I think this is what pisses me off the most about my mother. She supports such an amazing cause like a woman’s shelter then tells me I should forgive Ben for hitting me. Could she be any more of a hypocrite? I mean, really.
Bella leans in to my side. “A penny for your thoughts.”
“I was just thinking about how hypocritical it is that my mother supports such a great cause but wants me to forgive Ben for hitting me. I just don’t get it.”
“She’s not like you, Patty. Your mom needs money and stability, so she needs rich men in her life to take care of her.”
“That’s fine for her but I’m happy making my own money. Listen, let’s just drop it. I don’t want to ruin the night and I still haven’t told my father what really happened. This is not the place for him to find out.” She agrees and we continue enjoying our meal.
One of my father’s friends from across the table says, “Patty, did I hear you telling the media you’ve started on your next book?”
“I didn’t have much choice since I posted it on my Facebook page and my agent is quick to tell the world. They were fishing for release dates and I’m only in the beginning stages of writing the book. It will be a bit still, but yes I have started on it.”
“Good for you. I hear your last two books are doing quite well.”
“Yes they are, thank you,” I say with pride.
I shove food in my mouth as he starts questioning Bella on her work and what she has coming up. She tells him that she has a swimsuit ad and then she’ll be working a jean ad for the fall.
A short while later dinner is done and a band starts to play. My dad turns to me and asks for a dance and of course I agree. He has a concerned look on his face.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I ask.
“I’m just trying to figure out why you weren’t so excited to talk about the book you’re working on. Usually you’re beaming about it and elated to discuss your story. I haven’t once heard you talk about the plot or the characters or anything.”
“I don’t know, something feels off with this one. I don’t know if it’s because Joan is rushing me or what, but I have to figure it out and make a decision on what to do with it.”
“If you’re not happy with your agent, then get rid of her ass and get someone else. This is your work and you need to love it so your passion will flow.”
“Thanks, Daddy, I’ll think about it. I promise.”
Just as I finish telling him that, there is a tap on his shoulder and it’s Ben asking if he can cut in. Ben clearly knows I didn’t tell my father what happened, because my father would have killed him. My father graciously steps aside as Ben takes my hand and pulls me close to him.
“What do you want, Ben?”
We start to dance. We move well together on the dance floor. We didn’t move so well together in bed.
“To have a few moments alone with you to talk,” he says as we sway to the music. He starts leading me further and further from my father and before I know it we are near the edge of the dance floor.
“You do realize there is nothing to discuss,” I say. Apparently he disagrees because he grabs my elbow and yanks me out of the room. “Ben, stop. You’re hurting my arm.”
He sneers at me. “Will you stop being a brat and just come talk to me?” I can smell the alcohol on his disgusting breath.
“Maybe when you’re sober,” I say, snatching my arm from his grip. He grabs it again and tries to pull me to a corner where no one can see us. Most of the party is in the other room, so there are no witnesses.
“I said we’re going to talk and I meant it. Now let’s go.” He tries to grab my arm one more time, almost causing me to trip in my ridiculously high shoes, but before he
Bella leans in to my side. “A penny for your thoughts.”
“I was just thinking about how hypocritical it is that my mother supports such a great cause but wants me to forgive Ben for hitting me. I just don’t get it.”
“She’s not like you, Patty. Your mom needs money and stability, so she needs rich men in her life to take care of her.”
“That’s fine for her but I’m happy making my own money. Listen, let’s just drop it. I don’t want to ruin the night and I still haven’t told my father what really happened. This is not the place for him to find out.” She agrees and we continue enjoying our meal.
One of my father’s friends from across the table says, “Patty, did I hear you telling the media you’ve started on your next book?”
“I didn’t have much choice since I posted it on my Facebook page and my agent is quick to tell the world. They were fishing for release dates and I’m only in the beginning stages of writing the book. It will be a bit still, but yes I have started on it.”
“Good for you. I hear your last two books are doing quite well.”
“Yes they are, thank you,” I say with pride.
I shove food in my mouth as he starts questioning Bella on her work and what she has coming up. She tells him that she has a swimsuit ad and then she’ll be working a jean ad for the fall.
A short while later dinner is done and a band starts to play. My dad turns to me and asks for a dance and of course I agree. He has a concerned look on his face.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I ask.
“I’m just trying to figure out why you weren’t so excited to talk about the book you’re working on. Usually you’re beaming about it and elated to discuss your story. I haven’t once heard you talk about the plot or the characters or anything.”
“I don’t know, something feels off with this one. I don’t know if it’s because Joan is rushing me or what, but I have to figure it out and make a decision on what to do with it.”
“If you’re not happy with your agent, then get rid of her ass and get someone else. This is your work and you need to love it so your passion will flow.”
“Thanks, Daddy, I’ll think about it. I promise.”
Just as I finish telling him that, there is a tap on his shoulder and it’s Ben asking if he can cut in. Ben clearly knows I didn’t tell my father what happened, because my father would have killed him. My father graciously steps aside as Ben takes my hand and pulls me close to him.
“What do you want, Ben?”
We start to dance. We move well together on the dance floor. We didn’t move so well together in bed.
“To have a few moments alone with you to talk,” he says as we sway to the music. He starts leading me further and further from my father and before I know it we are near the edge of the dance floor.
“You do realize there is nothing to discuss,” I say. Apparently he disagrees because he grabs my elbow and yanks me out of the room. “Ben, stop. You’re hurting my arm.”
He sneers at me. “Will you stop being a brat and just come talk to me?” I can smell the alcohol on his disgusting breath.
“Maybe when you’re sober,” I say, snatching my arm from his grip. He grabs it again and tries to pull me to a corner where no one can see us. Most of the party is in the other room, so there are no witnesses.
“I said we’re going to talk and I meant it. Now let’s go.” He tries to grab my arm one more time, almost causing me to trip in my ridiculously high shoes, but before he
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