Out of the Rabbit Hole

Chapter 25

Simon P.O.V

I was excited to tell him, let him see what I cherish as mine. But being the screws up he's known to be, my father couldn't even let me introduce her properly.

Now we sit in tension, beckoning us to stay in the chairs, let it linger through the air. I glance to Andrea, her bubbly self, hidden by her meekness to my cold dad who had the audacity to call her a whore.

My past relationships could describe my exes as some, but in no way or form is Andrea going to be labeled that. She gets enough shit from being slightly different from others' views.

Can't they see she is fine; the most normal human being here. She's even better at it then me sometimes.

"I need to finish up some paperwork. Clean up the table Simon." I watch, angry, as my dad stands and walks out of the dining room, forgetting to even tell Andrea goodbye.

"Marcus, honey, I think you should-" Kim stops her words herself, realizing we are still at the table with her. " I should probably check on him."

She fakes a smile looking worried, for the heck of it.

Go you dumb bitch.

"I got the table so leave." I sternly tell Kim, her head whiping back, a mop of brown hair tags along as she runs out the room.

Sigh.

I could of told him, mentioned it at least, but I never did. I wanted out relationship to be a surprise. I knew from the start his reaction wouldn't be well, since he's not good with surprises and I'm not good at hiding.

I'll admit I thought better of him. That maybe this time around he'd like the girl I'd bring home.

My last one he told straight up he didn't approve, that she needed better, someone more stable.

Him and my soccer career, he doesn't get it; it's not just a dream, a living too.

I've already applied to colleges and have received a couple of scholarships for soccer.

Some major schools like me. He wouldn't care though, thinks it's some empty sport fulfilled by third-world countries. That it's meant for those who don't know how to spell education and profit in the same sentence.

His ignorance gets to me sometimes.

I want to punch him every single time this conversation comes up. I was close to doing it during dinner.

I also didn't tell him because I was nervous. Scared he'd screw up in front of Andrea, which he did, and make an ass out of me.

She probably thinks that gene was passed down.

I don't want Andrea thinking I'm an ass like him.

Plus this is the first true time I cared what he thought about my relationship. Not saying the others were worthless, but they were like trials for the real deal and this is that.

I love Andrea and I can't say that for most.

"Simon?"

"Hmm?" I focus back on Andrea, who I forgot was still here.

She's standing up, her pretty lace dress bunching around her midsection, which she quickly pulls down. I note her hair, nicely laid flat against her head, slicked with a headband holding it in place. It's a cool headband, matching with her cream dress. I notice her kick at the present, still placed between us when she stood, not yet opened.

Wonder what she got.

"We should probably clear the table, I'll help." She grabs all the plates, clearing and stacking them, with the cutlery set on the top plate. She attempts to grab the wine bottle as well, to bring it to the kitchen too.