A Perfect Life Without You (Ongoing)

Chapter 2: Into Twelve Years Old?

After Arnold left his building he knew what he had to do. He had to speak with his son.

Again.

Resting wouldn't do him any good now anyways. Arnold has had something eating on his brain for months now, and today is the day where he finally puts an end to it. Today, Arnold won't tolerate any nonsense from his boy. No matter what, he couldn't leave Annarose behind with nothing.

Arnold thanked the driver and seated himself in the black car. After driving for about 6 minutes he starts coughing again. Loud and painfully. He was sure he drew up blood. "Are you okay back there Sir?" "I'm fine, just focus on your driving." Arnold was already annoyed by the amount of questions he received today, let alone the questions about his health.

The clock was suddenly ticking very slowly. He lifted an elegant dress coated arm to check his wrist watch, and it was already a quarter past ten in the night. It was pitch black outside, but Arnold's son was a light sleeper, just like himself. The road seemed to be going forever, but finally after 10 minutes he had arrived at the residence of Orion Davidson.

A giant modernly house was greeting Arnold. Two floors with a breathtaking view over the city, and the house itself was so well designed that that he would not argue over the fact that Orion truly lived in a pearl. Orion has slightly placed his house upon a hill, which wasn't a bad idea at all, because now he has beautiful green grass running down the front side of the house towards the city. Over the green grass, on the second floor, a huge balcony with shining lights was placed. Perfect when you're in need of a quiet place to clear your mind.

Arnold jumped stiffly out of the car, still finding it hard to move his legs. There are dimly lit lights inside so he knew that his son was awake. He stepped on the stone-covered ground on his way to the door, but he suddenly stopped when he saw a sign hanging on the white door.

"Piss off with your bullshit dad."

Arnold sighted heavily, why couldn't he ever be cooperative? And stop being so goddamn stubborn, he thought to himself.

Arnold knocked twice on the solid surface before entering. "Hallo, Orion, I need to talk to you!" Arnold's voice roared throughout the silent house but he kept walking through the long corridors. This time he would show no mercy, this time he would not except no for an answer. His dress shoes and cane clicked in synch on his way to the only room Arnold could guess Orion obtained himself at this hour.

The room where he kept the liquor.

Arnold quickly rounded the corner and found himself staring through the door-opening at his only son. Standing tall as a mountain and muscles like a bull, stood Orion leaning against the counter and pouring himself a glass of whisky. He was dressed in a white dress shirt buttoned only half way and black slacks. Showing off a strong tan chest and messy brown hair. Clearly Orion had finished work and started the weekend.

"Well, well, well, did I not expect you." Orion's deep voice rang like an echo as he flashed off a perfect wicked smile.

"Did you like my sign hanging on the door? I got it customized. I figured I needed it since you literally won't stop talking bullshit."

"Orion, listen to me. I've come to talk to you again, but I need you to hear me out this time. No more of your games and no more of your immature comments. It is time you show me that I can talk to you like an adult." Arnold sat himself in the black leather chair, and Orion took the hint and unwillingly sat himself opposite of Arnold.

"Speak before I change the lock on my doors." Orion mumbled aggravated.

"As I've said before, I am, and have been helping Annarose financially for quite some time now, and to be more specifically, her house loan." Orion furrowed his dark eyebrows in a confused and angry frown. "Wait, who is this girl you keep talking about? And why the fuck can't she pay her own bills?" Arnold squinted his blue eyes and gave his son a sharp warning look. "Watch your language boy." Orion shut his mouth, fully aware that his language was inappropriate and would not be tolerated by his father.