Chapter 10: In A Straight Line
Since for the first time in the history of their relationship it proved final that Abby wouldn't answer his calls. He had women bailing out on him before, but he really didn't expect that from Abby, especially after the fabulous offers he had made to her. Yet, somewhere deep down he hoped she would behave like this, making herself that valuable person in his eyes he hoped she was. Had to put their relationship right, turn it around to a normal state where he was more in control though, so he ventured out to her house at 10pm. Her car wasn't there. She may have never came home from work, so he called her. It was the answer machine of her cell picking up, he still told her he was at her house waiting for her. Because nothing happened for another while, he climbed out of his car and contemplated the possibility of climbing up to her room, waiting for her there sleeping. Then he dismissed it, not because it was illegal or dangerous, but because it occurred to him the ridiculousness of him acting like a Romeo. Not to mention Abby wasn't Julia. Even if she would've been his, correction, Sean's Julia, he would've never done such a thing. It was then that the light from the television screen seemed to have been switched off down in the living room and a few seconds later some bedroom light got switched on upstairs. Must've been Abby's father waking up from his drunken sleep and deciding it was time for a proper one. If the old man was harmless, he wouldn't cause any waves even if he knew Christian was interested in his daughter. He could be as honest as he wanted, it wouldn't distort his image one bit. The old bastard didn't matter. So, he rang the bell. There was no answer so she rang again. And again, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he waited for some kind of answer. Now he heard heavy steps from behind the door and it finally opened.
Mr. Mays' brow arched in annoyance, "you?"
"I'm sorry, is Abby here by any chance?"
"Why?"
"I need to talk to her."
"Why?"
"I need her."
A smile twitched to life on the tired man's face, "the direct approach. I can't tell you how comforting that is. Call me Alex, son. Come in."
Christian returned the smile, musing about how far from the "son" he was, wondering what exactly did the old man think about him and what did just Abby tell him about him, "Christian," he took the hand that was offered to him, "so you don't mind Abby spending her money on surgeries?"
"On surgeries she doesn't really need? Sure I do. But I don't mind you dripping for her. Cause let's be honest. That is what you're doing. Abby always tells eventually. Had some strange tastes myself back in the days. Abby's mother for one. She takes after her in some ways. I never should've touched the bangster, but then again I'd do it again if I could. She's not there by the way. Abby's at work."
"Now?? I would call that proper overtime. Who does that?"
Alex shrugged, "charity business. She gets off on those. She's a mixture of a saint and a pixie, but then again, we all are. You know where the office is? Wouldn't mind somebody checking out if she's really there. You never know with Abby..."
tbc