Chapter 59
For the next 4 hours I was busy learning the ins and outs of what it took to be a Capt. on any ship, hating that my father was putting all the pressure on me. “You know I never asked for this… I am fine with my smaller boats, and you keep your Capt. and crew or don’t doesn’t bother me one bit. I mean Vic is right it takes not just one person to do this shit and I don’t see you and mother learning how to help in what the crew members have to do. I go off to college in like 2 months or less depending on if I decide on going in early so I can get a head start on everything. I will be in school for God knows how long and deciding on what I still want to even major in. Though I know mother would love if I just married Max and did the minimal… shit I’m sure she would love to save the money and just have me go to community college close to home and wait for Max. Look I’m not doing any more I’ve been up on this Yacht for almost 4 ½ hours now and I’m tired and was busy before you had Sebastian knock down my office door where I was working” I bitched and headed towards the side of the yacht that had my boat waiting to take me back home.
It did not surprise one bit when I turned the corner and found Sharene coming at me and could not even tell if she was looking at me since she had her aviator glasses on. I did not stop to say hello just kept going until I reached my goal which was the safety of the boat so I could leave. Sharene was still where we had passed one another as I stepped onto the motorboat and looked up meeting her gaze. I did not bother looking long since my father was behind me step for step and in the driver’s seat to take us back. Even after we got back to the dock Sharene was watching us still and I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. I was already pissed off and really didn’t want to take it out on her at that moment. I had to make sure I kept my shit with what had just happened on one side and Sharene leaving me on the other and only saying a few words to one another at breakfast. Greta was busy working on dinner when my father and I arrived back to the house. Though I wanted to just go back to my room and be left alone. “Hey mama Greta just wanted to give you a heads up that we might have another guest joining us in a couple of days. You remember Maxwell right…. Ha who am I kidding he’s hard to forget right” I said laughing as I sat in the window on the bench.
My father did not bother staying and talking going straight to his office and slamming the door. Greta looked up with concern but still smiled “Yes Maxwell is a lovely young man, and do I dare ask what that’s about?” she asked. I didn't answer Greta right away knowing she already knew it wasn't a good idea to ask why my father was so upset. Greta had gone back to preparing food and handing me little tasks to do which I did without hesitation. "I'm sorry Greta.... I'm just having one of those days and shit lately when am I not having one of those days? As for my father he is pissed because he figured that he could just expect me to learn everything about the yacht. Including how to handle it and a crew so that we would not need one the next time we decide to use it. It's a lot harder than just sailing or what I'm used to and I'm tired of him and my mother just putting so much pressure on me all of the time lately. Not that I don't put enough pressure on myself as it is" I confessed as I fold the napkins like she wanted.
Thanks to my period I was feeling so emotional and my newest discoveries that my brother and grandmothers told me about my family history. Not to mention had more to discover in weeks, months, or maybe even years about it. Greta was at my side with tissue as the tears flowed and squeezing me tight in her arms. "Parents are like that and not because they want to put pressure, we just want our children to have things we might not have ever had or just an idea of what we want for them. That's our fault because our love is so unconditional that it's hard for us to just step back and watch them decide what they want to do. Even if it's not what we want, but your parents love you so much and I see it every second and every time they look at you" she whispered softly rubbing my back. I thought about what she had said and was feeling angry from the times my mother would take her anger out on me after Ethan had died and the pain, she put herself through for doing it.
Greta cheered me up by giving me some homemade pie before it was even cooled with her vanilla bean ice cream that made me feel a little better. "Ahh sweets are going to make me fat while I'm down for 9 days to go. I think I've already had about a pound of chocolate already and I can feel it in my hips and ass already" I groaned laughing with Greta laughing even harder than me. "What's so funny...." my mother asked as her and the rest of the group come walking in the back door from shopping all day. I stiffened my shoulders and back out of nowhere psyching myself out completely and then faced her. "Oh, nothing just stupid crap.... when you have a minute actually, I'll need Jose, Nick and Cate too for this discussion" I said in a calm tone as they all started to walk towards the other room. My mother raised her brows, and my friends froze on the thresh-hold of the door turning to me with questioning eyes. "Just relax and go put all that down and I'll be in there in momentarily, oh and mother you might want to check on your husband. Who's currently been locked up in his office for oh what like an hour and a half now" I informed her as I finished the last bite of my pie and ice cream.
My body immediately relaxed once they left the room "Damn sis calm the fuck down would you...... you are going to end up stressing yourself out. I know you're only going to get worse before you're able to get back on that foot and take out your frustration in the right way. We will have to work on a better way to relieve that when and if something like this should happen again!" Ethan was now chastising me. I gave the bowl to Greta before getting up from the table to go find my mother and friends to let them know what was happening. "If you don't see me again for dinner don't worry and save me a plate ok, please" I asked of her feeling like I was heading into a minefield and wouldn't be up to participating in another big group meal. Greta did not say anything just gave me her sympathy eyes and smiled kindly before helping me through the kitchen door. My mother was nowhere to be found, but Jose, Nicholas, Catherine and Jasmine were laughing and hanging out talking about the upcoming nuptials.
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