Chapter 67 Bronson
I can still remember the first day I ever met my grandfather. I had graduated college and had come home to my family home, to find my father and he in a heated discussion.
My father was a lot like me, never one to share his past, to share his secrets. He kept that side of his life hidden from his wife and three children. To anyone looking in, my family had it all, wealth, success, and fame. My father was the top lawyer in his firm that he helped build from the ground up and my mother was by his side all our lives.
“What’s going on?” I ask as I enter the home of my parents. I may have never met the man, but I had seen pictures. He was the man we didn’t speak of. The man that boycotted my parents wedding because my mother didn’t come from money. The man that never wanted to witness the birth of his grandchildren, because they could never live up to the expectations he had installed in my father. The man my father, never spoke of.
“Ah, you must be Bronson.” My grandfather greeted me, and when I looked behind me, I saw my father tense, his first balled to his sides as his faced flushed red with rage.
“Bronson, your mother is in her room, I believe she wanted to speak with you. Why don’t you go and speak with her.” I knew my father didn’t want me anywhere near the man in front of me, but for the first time in my life, I got an inclining of where my father came from, what made him ignore his own parents, his own siblings. I wanted to know about the man in front of me.
“Who are you?”
“Bronson.” My father barked but I ignored him, instead continued locking eyes with the man that was responsible for my father’s constant look of rejection.
“My name is Raul. I am your grandfather, and had I known how much you remind me of your father when he was your age, I would have come years ago.”
“Father, I want you to leave my house.”
My grandfather turns and looks at my father with a look of pride, but it quickly gets covered as he straightens his tie then turns back to me and nods his head. “It appears I won’t be able to get to know you better Bronson, but please, if you ever need to speak, I’m always at my office. I would love for you to come and see where your father would have obtained.”
He leaves, and I look back at my father, who’s angered stare has turned into a sorrowful frown. “Father, why do you hate him so much?” I knew the answer, I had heard the tales of his childhood from my mother enough times, but never from my father. He wasn’t the most emotional of men, and I have seen his disappointed look more times than I can count, but he was always hard on his children, never wanting us to take for granted the things he gave up for us. I wanted to know more about my grandfather, so that I could know more about the man in front of me.
“That’s none of your concern.” He states then marches past me, heading downstairs to his office where he normally would stay for hours on end.
I went up to my old room shortly after, only coming downstairs when my mother called for dinner. I can still remember researching Fortworth Inc, researching everything that was related to Raul Fortworth. I even found some old photos of my father when he was a small boy the few times, he would attend a function with my grandmother. Raul was famous, he was rich and successful, and more than anything, he was offering something my father’s internship was not.
Immediate power.
So, I weighed my options. I could move my way up slowly in my father’s law firm as the pathetic internship with my new law degree, buy a home, meet a girl, get married and have children, or I could locate my grandfather, and learn from the man that taught my father. It was the decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life, but it was the one I chose.
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