One more chance

Chapter 1

A flat in New York. That's where the story starts.
A regular height guy, with brown hair, and hazel eyes, 35 years old with his girlfriend. He hears the bell ringing and goes to open the door not knowing what a big issue is waiting for him on the other side.

'Hi girl, how may I help you?' He answered to what seemed to be a 15 year old.
'Dude, how old do you think I am?' I answered.
'15?'
'And that's how you talk to a 15 year old? No wonder why you didn't become a parent' I said. 'Can I come in?'
'Umm...Sure, wait. What?'
'Oh right, I forgot to tell you, I'm your daughter.' I said as if it was no big deal.
'WHAT?!' He answered, too surprised if you ask me. 'No, no no no no no, You must be mistaken.' Alex said as if I was that stupid to not know who my father was.
'Nope. I'm pretty sure I'm right. What, you don't remember? Oh gosh, is as if I knew better than you! Look, let me tell you the story of how I was created. 17 and a half years ago, Some 17 year old guy , that's you, had a perfect girlfriend, perfect social status, and perfect grades. But, one day he got seriously drunk, and another girl from school saw him. She had a complete crush on him, and as his girlfriend wasn't there, she dragged him to his house. There, he told that girl to stay, and... BOOM!' Meanwhile I opened the fridge, grabbed some old Ice Cream and started talking while eating.
'His old girlfriend broke up with him, obviously, and he stayed with the other girl. Oh, she was named Sarah. Her belly starting growing, with me inside, and they had all planned. How the baby was going to be born after they graduate, their parents agreed on helping them, so they could go to college, etc. But THE day came, they could graduate without any problem and the same day of the ceremony, I decided to leave her belly!
At the hospital, the guy just freaked out and ran.'

I stared at him keeping my voice low.
'Anyway, she kept the baby, her parents helped her through college, she started teaching at a private school, and she moved on.' I said taking a spoon of lemon ice cream to my mouth.
'So that sends us to the present. Where my mother is now successful, same as I. I just got my letter from Standford, and I got in. I have a boyfriend, good friends, and almost perfect grades.' I finished, letting him know it was his time to speak. But we just stood there, silent, waiting for him to process what I just said.
Finally, he spoke,'Wow, Sarah really told you everything.'
'Yep, she was kind of a slut.' I said, but he didn't get surprised, he ignored this and continued while I kept eating frozen lemon stuff. 'And, she came here with you?' I shook my head.

'Actually, some weeks ago, I found a letter for you under a fake bottom of her desk. Really, it was full of letters, all addressed to this same house, to your name, written the year I turned 1.' His face was now red.
'WHAT?! She knew where I was all this time and didn't come or even send those fucking letters?!' I was surprised.
'Well, yeah. I guess she did, but would you blame her after all you've been through for chickening out?' I said slowly trying to calm him down.
He took a deep breath.
'And I guess she didn't send you here, or has any idea you're here right?'
'Nope.'
'Okay. And, how did you come here? And why would you come here? And what about school? That boyfriend of yours, or Stanford? I have so many questions.' He started hesitating. But I didn't get freaked out or anything, just said, 'I'll tell you about it, but first, I've got one question to ask YOU.'
'Ok, shoot.'
'Why did you leave?'