SECOND CHANCES - Forgiving Isn't Always Easy

Chapter seventeen: The difficult talk

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Alex Pov:

Nearly 55 minutes later, Alex stood at his door. He owned a big house and only now did he notice it. Now that his life had taken a different route, a meaning.. now he noticed its grandiosity and at the same time, emptiness. His house was what you called a monstrosity in height and width. With over twenty bedrooms, 30 bathrooms, 4 living rooms and four floors high; with a incorporated roof pool and garden one too; with the latest tech and modern furnishers; this was a dream house for all those that beheld it. A house built to be happy in, they called it. Only happy wasn't what resided in this far from humble abode.

Letting go of the door nob, he sat down at the single stair under his feet and took a good look around. The view in front was spectacular indeed, he hadn't really paused to see it before; probably because his mind was always on the go, always busy with work; so much that he hadn't been able to enjoy what they call the simple joys in life. His eyes were blessed with a breathtaking variety of flowers, trees, colors and his nostrils were invaded by wondrous smells. Yes, a dream house after all. So how come he hadn't dreamt the life he was living? How come that the man who was supposed to have it all, a to die for house, a beautiful spouse, an impeccable career and prestigious company, felt nothing but dreamy in his life? How come that a thirty four year old male only found happiness in the arms of a stranger, whose eyes and smile had him lost in their spell, and the true meaning of love when he beheld that little creature he had for a daughter? Was there something wrong with him?

He knew of a couple dozen men who would kill to live his life and yet somehow now he wouldn't mind giving it all up. Not at all. Actually, right about now he would much rather be the shadow of the man he used to be, but have his baby by his side and be able to gaze in the eyes of the woman who had given him the biggest gift and joy of all. He would give his whole fortune, fame, prestige, life to be able to live just a single day of that dream he had just started to have a taste of. He would,... only if he could...

Placing both hands in his face, effectively covering his eyes and most of his facial parts, he let his head hang down, carefully leaning his elbows on his knees. His head was bursting with pain and the thoughts racing through it felt like driving him mad. Somehow he had entered a world of uncertainty and most of all impossibilities. All he could do was hope and wait and those were two of the things he didn't ever do. He didn't hope, no! He took action and made his dreams true. He didn't wait around, no! He took action and made decisions, no matter how hard they were. And yet now he felt like he could do neither of the things that had always defined him as a man and a human being.

A bing in his phone woke him up from this melancholy and spiral of depressing thoughts he was submerging in and brought him back to the reality at hand. It was a message from Bill, sending him the name, address and data of the best surgeon and doctor in his girls case. With no second thought, he Dailed the number and started pacing about in that maze of a garden he owned, waiting impatiently for the man on the other line to pick up. Oh the irony!

"Hello"- the voice on the other line answered and Alex was surprised hearing it. According to his information this man was supposed to be the best in this area and yet from his voice Alex couldn't help but think of a young man. Weird, very weird.

"Isn't he supposed to be an old, fat guy? "- he thought to himself, but quickly dismissed the thought, focusing instead at the task at hand.

"Yes, hello. My name is Alexander Hall and I need your help. Professionally."- he cut right to the chase. Wasting time was out of the question.

"Mr. Hall, if I might inquire, how did you get my number?"- Mr.Sullivan questioned and he could feel the confusion in the others man's tone.