Page 67 of Filthy Commitments
Was that it?
Had I died and gone to Heaven?
Nah, I still felt too bad for that to be the case.
The way my parents were acting had me rethinking telling them anything. I might just go back to Harrison and stay at home. I shouldn’t bring them down with my tragic life.
I was the idiot who signed up to sell myself for the summer. A thing they didn’t need to know about. And they sure as hell wouldn’t feel sorry for me about how it all turned out.
I could already hear it.‘What the hell good did you think would come out of such a thing?’ ‘Are you insane?’
Nah, I’d keep things to myself. Eat their food and put a fake smile on my face. Then go home, see what Jett had taken and left then cry my eyes out.
That was my main plan anyway. It didn’t matter where I stayed. I was just going to be crying anyway. No reason to burden anyone with my self-pity, self-loathing, and self-destruction.
A knock at the door signaled that my parents did indeed invite others to breakfast. “Come on in,” Mom shouted as she took the biscuits out of the oven.
“Oh, my! It smells wonderful in here.” Jett’s parents stepped into the kitchen, and I went limp. His mother patted me on the back. “Good morning, dear. Point me toward the coffee, please.”
Oh, crap!
I pointed at it then felt his father’s hand on my back. “Isn’t this a lovely day, Asia?”
“I guess.”
Now, what was I going to do?
My parents were hobnobbing with Jett’s!
He took the seat next to mine and turned to face me. “Your parents came up with a great idea. Sunday breakfasts at each other’s houses.”
Dad took a seat across from me. “Ours one week, theirs the next. We’ll alternate. The best part is that we’ll all get to spend time with our kids.”
Fantastic!
Our families had already planned shit out. And I was left to ruin their breakfast and probably their lives too when I told them that Jett had left me.
It was getting pretty rough to figure out when to break it to them. Before the meal that my mother had worked so hard on, or after it?
One way, they’d all lose their appetites and Mom’s food would go to waste. The other way, they’d all have stomach aches.
I wanted to cry and got up, excusing myself for a moment. As I walked out of the room, I wondered why no one thought it was odd that Jett wasn’t there too.
No one was saying a damn thing about his absence.
The screen creaked open, making me look up.
The sun shone behind the person, making them nothing more than a shadow. But it was a tall shadow. A muscular shadow. A familiar shadow. “Jett?”
He stepped into my parent’s living room. A bouquet of flowers in one hand and a black box in the other. I was frozen.
What the hell was happening?
He got on one knee, holding out the small box. Behind me I heard the shuffling of chairs and then felt people at my back, looking on.
What the hell was he doing?
Our parents would want to know why the hell he was asking me to marry him when they thought we were already married.
