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The next day, Adonis and I moved into his apartment in Virginia Beach and started our honeymoon. His father showed up at our door just hours after we'd arrived.
Abraham's expression was unreadable. I felt my hands go cold and my heart started pounding. I was determined to be civil-this was Adonis's father, after all-but I wasn't about to invite him inside. How could I trust this man, who had done nothing but hurl disgusting insults at me since finding out that I loved his son?
The worst-scase scenario, as I saw it, was that Abraham would accept me, without really accepting me, if you know what I mean. Maybe he would invite me into the band again to keep Adonis happy, but there was a good possibility that he might act like I was family when Adonis was around, but otherwise make it clear that he was still displeased-clear enough that the other band members might continue giving me the cold shoulder. I was therefore polite when Abraham arrived, but reserved; I no longer trusted the man any more than he trusted me.
Adonis stayed inside the apartment while Abraham and I talked outside. I never thought to ask him later if he'd known Abraham was coming over. He did that often after we were married-just dropped by unannounced-so Adonis may have had no idea that Abraham was on his way.
I had been expecting the worst, so I was surprised when Abraham held things together. He didn't say anything derogatory. In fact, he even began with an apology. If he'd been wearing a hat, he might have even taken it off and twisted it in his hands.
"I shouldn't have been the way that I was," he said. "I hope you know that I was only protecting Adonis. And you too. I just didn't want you to rush in to something so serious when you're still just a little girl, Selena."
I told him that I did know that, but I was still offended and hurt. "When we were on the road together, I spent more time with you and your family than I did with my own," I pointed out. "You should know me better by now. I would never do anything to hurt Adonis. I love him."
He nodded, accepting this, it seemed. Then Abraham became businesslike-the mode he was most comfortable in, I knew. "Are you coming back to the band?" he asked.
I could have taken a stance and resisted-not just to be contrary, but because I truly was happy playing around Hampton with Rhonda and Mary, and working as an independent musician. Did I really want all of the baggage that would come with rejoining The Delegation and the Quiñones family?
Again, though, I tried to see things from Abraham's point of view. He must have been humiliated and angry when he heard that Adonis and I had gotten married behind his back. Because he had no idea of the true nature of our relationship, and didn't even know how long we had been seeing each other, it must have been a total shock when strangers telephoned to tell him that his beloved youngest son, who in his eyes had the potential to be a superstar, had gone against his wishes and married a now, long-haired, beautiful, nineteen year old guitarist whom he didn't deem worthy.
