Chapter 340: Raven Hill
Tuesday, January 31st, Late Night (Eastern Standard Time)
Nathan Scott shook his head and opened the door. Standing there is a tall woman, around maybe five foot seven inches tall; she had a dancer's build and dark brown hair. Slowly, she lifted her head to look at him and make eye contact; Nathan noted she had cat green eyes.
"Yes?" Nathan asked casually, but he really wanted to get off his feet, as his knee was bad today.
"Hello, Mister Scott?" she asked with a noticeable accent. If Nathan had to place the accent, he would say she came from somewhere in Eastern Europe.
"Yes," Nathan said, trying to hide his pain.
"I need to talk to you about your son," she said, her accent clouding some of the words.
"What about James?" Nathan asked, on instinct; this wasn't the first time someone had knocked on his door about his son.
"No, it's not about James," she said, her accent still heavy.
"Then who?" Nathan asked.
"Your son Brian," she said.
Nathan's face froze; his mind raced for a moment or six. This type of visit was unexpected; it's been a long time since this happened, and he thought it was over with. Four years ago, this happened a lot, but not anymore; people have moved on. Nodding, he never broke eye contact with her. "One moment," Nathan said.
"Yes," she said.
Nathan looked over his shoulder, "Haley!" he called out.
"What?" Haley asked, "Also, hurry up; you're letting the heat out."
"Send the kids to their room, all the kids," Nathan said.
"What's up?" Haley asked.
"Just do it; I'll explain when the kids are upstairs," Nathan said.
"Okay, give me a few minutes," Haley said.
"Sure," Nathan said and turned back to the woman on the porch, "Please, come in, Ms…."
"Venczel Miléna," she said, her name sounding strangely right in her accent.
"Ms. Miléna," Nathan said.
"Oh, sorry, I forget English is different," she said, "My family name is Venczel, my name is Miléna."
"Okay, please come in, Ms. Venczel; it's warmer in here," Nathan said.
"Thank you, Mister Scott," Miléna said and stepped in past Nathan. Once clear, Nathan closed the door and rubbed his arms to fight the chill.
"Shall we talk here, Mister Scott?" Miléna asked.
Nathan shook his head, "No, we're waiting for my wife," he said.
"How long would that take?" Miléna asked.
"Depends on how cooperative the kids are," Nathan said.
"You have more children than Brian and James," Miléna asked.
"You can say that," Nathan said, "I hear an accent; where are you from originally?"
"I am from Budapest," Miléna said, "Well outside Budapest, but I now live in the United States."
"I see," Nathan said.
"I'm all set, Nathan; the kids are in their room," Haley called back to Nathan.
"Okay, we'll meet you in the kitchen," Nathan said.
"Alright," Haley said.
"Please, follow me," Nathan said and walked through the house. Nathan showed Miléna to the breakfast bar and had her sit down.
Haley James-Scott looked at Miléna and then at Nathan. "So, what's going on here?" she asked.
"Haley, this is Ms. Miléna Venczel; she's a friend of Brian's," Nathan said.
"I wouldn't say friend," Miléna said.
Haley nodded, "I see; what would you exactly call your relationship with my son?" she asked.
"We are how you say, lovers," Miléna said.
"Why am I not surprised?" Haley asked and shook her head.
"I wouldn't know," Miléna said.
"Miléna, she was being sarcastic," Nathan said.
"I understand sarcasm," Miléna said.
Haley shook her head, "I'm sorry, Ms. Venczel, I'm being rude; would you like something to drink?" she asked.
"I would like coffee, please," Miléna said.
"Okay," Haley said.
Nathan looked between his wife and Miléna. "I'd like a cup as well," he said.
"I was already making you one as well," Haley said.
"Thank you," Nathan said.
The room was quiet as Haley made some coffee. Once done, she brought over a tray with three mugs of coffee, with all the stuff to mix with the coffee. Once there, Haley passed out the mugs of coffee. Slowly, they each made up their cups. Once they finally finished making up their coffee, Haley looked around and settled her eyes on Miléna.
"So, Ms. Venczel, tell me about your relationship with my son," Haley said.
"Well, it was, how you say, when he was making his second album. He came in with the band to the club I danced at, and I was on stage. Our eyes locked eyes, and it was how you say connected," Miléna said, "Well, as best as I can, he had sunglasses on."
Haley nodded, "I see, go on," she said.
"Once I got off stage, I wandered around working for the crowd, and that's when I met him. It just confirmed what I felt on stage," Miléna said.
"Let me guess, he purchased what you were peddling," Haley said.
"Yes, but it was more than a private dance. We had drinks with the rest of the band. He became, how you say, a regular after that. I was even invited to the studio to watch them record," Miléna said.
"This is all very interesting," Haley said and looked over to Nathan, who just played with his spoon in his coffee cup.
"Well, we soon became lovers, and it lasted through the album recording and whenever he was in for a concert," Miléna said.
Haley nodded, "Ms. Venczel, it's not like I've not heard this before; in fact, many of times when it comes to my younger son's bad behavior, but many of these claims turn out to be false," Haley said.
"I have proof," Miléna said.
"What sort of proof?" Haley asked.
"Hales," Nathan said.
"No, Nathan, I'm curious what proof does she have," Haley said.
"Pictures," Miléna said and reached into her bag. She produced a stack of pictures on photographic stock, not on smartphones, tablets, or other such digital devices. Slowly, she handed the stack over to Haley.
Haley took the pictures and slowly looked them over. Many of them were of a couple being a couple. There were a few pictures of Miléna and Brian with her dressed to ply her trade. Haley quickly glanced over to Miléna and noticed a gold necklace with the word Estella on the charm.
After going through the pictures, Haley was about to hand them back until she came to the last one. Haley looked at the image of a young boy, probably around nine-year-old. This picture was not on older photo stock but printed on photo stock for printers. Haley studied the picture; the young boy had the same dark hair as Miléna. The young boy also had dark brown eyes, which to Haley looked familiar. At least Haley understood why Miléna did what she did; it's hard being a single mom.
"Is this your son?" Haley asked, holding up the picture of the young boy.
Miléna nodded, "Yes, that is Krisztofer, my son," she said.
"He's a good-looking young man," Haley said and handed the picture to Nathan.
Nathan looked at the picture quizzically," He's going to be a heart breaker," he said.
"I hope not," Miléna said, "He already reminds me of his father too much."
"Was his dad a bad person?" Nathan asked.
Miléna shook her head, "No, not to me, but I do miss him," she said.
"So, what does he have to do with Brian?" Haley asked.
"Simple, Missus Scott, Kristofer is Brian's son," Miléna said.
