Chapter 9

A red Ferrari cruised the streets of Hollywood.

To the many starring people seeing it by it looked like the person driving such a car had to be the luckiest, happiest person in the world.

But if you care to look inside you'd find a tortured young blond on his way home from a funeral.

The funeral of one of the most important persons in his life.

And what if the deceased had left him two mansions in USA- one in Hollywood and one in New York, another by the sea in Venice, and a humongous apartment in one of Paris's most expensive buildings looking over the beautiful city and the Eiffel tower?

An what if he had left him an exact amount of five Ferraries one of which is an Enzo Limited Edition (only 399 ever made), three Lamborghinies, a SSC Ultimate Aero, a Bugatti Veyron, and Pagani Zonda, and some Jaguars including some or others Porches?

And what if this man's bank accounts put together a sum so high that shall remain nameless for the secure well being of the new owner of these accounts?

Well what else could you ask out of life, right?

Wrong.

But why?

This heir was young, beautiful, talented and rich... what else could he lack?

But what went through his mind right now wasn't what he would do with his new possessions.

What ran through his head was what he couldn't do.

"How ungrateful!" you might think of this man.

But never judge a man without knowing the inside story.

Because the real reason all these belongings brought him no happiness was because there was something of much more worth to him.

And this thing was a person.

You see, real problem here is this person, or, to be more specific, this girl was laying in bed in a coma.

She had been for about 7 years now.

So what did he want a perfectly nice Porsche if she couldn't ride it with him?

What did he want a mansion by the sea in Venice if she couldn't share it with him?

What was the point of it all?

What was the purpose of his life?

He knew it.

He was charged with the murder of this young girl's life and he would pay for it.

By bringing her back.

Chad Dylan Cooper steered in his driveway and got out of the car with his black suit still on from the funeral.

As he went up the stairs a maid called out to him.

"Sir, Mr Alsthom's lawyer called about the inheritance papers" she said.

Chad thought over it.

"Um, you know what? Tell me if he calls again, OK?" he said without looking back and resumed his walk upstairs.

He had to go somewhere to clear his head.

He just couldn't bear it anymore.

He went in the direction of his room.

He looked at Sonny's and thought about going in but decided against it.

It wouldn't help.

He had to get out of there.

He rapidly turned around and started walking back to where he'd been coming from.

He quickly went down the stairs.

The maid was standing at the bottom holding a phone towards him.

"It's Mr. Leon, the lawyer" she said.

"I'm sorry, tell him I'll call him... ah... Tell him I'll call him when I can" he said as he hurried out the door.

He climbed back in the Ferrari he had been driving.

But he needed something faster... The SSC Ultimate Aero! He knew that one was kept in the Hollywood mansion.

He started towards Ivan's house desperate to get there.

He had to get out of the city.

He had to get out of the state and now.

A simple Ferrari wouldn't do.

Hell, he might even get out of the country.

He sighted the house.

He felt a punch in his gut.

So many times he'd taken the same road, driven down the same driveway, walked in the same door, welcomed his best friend's smile...

He breathed in deeply.

He held the air in his lungs.

If he breathed out he knew the tears would come.

Again.

And he was tired of tears.

He was tired of pity.

It was time to be a man.

He knew men cried.

He wasn't entirely sure men cried as much as him though.

Well, most men probably didn't have much reasons to cry anyways.

He was surprised as he saw Frederick at the front door.

They were all still here.

He thought after the man had died all the people working at the place would've left.

No one lived there anyways.

The words surprised him.

He swallowed hard.

"Hello, master" Frederik said as Chad walked in.

It sounded so strange.

"Didn't I fire you?" Chad asked.

"No, sir" Frederick answered.

"Well, you are now. Get out of here" he said.

He knew it wasn't the man's fault but he couldn't see the damned guy's face without remembering the horrible last encounter they'd had.

"Wait, Frederick, where did he keep his car keys?" Chad asked.

"Sorry, I no longer work here, and I don't have to tell you anything" he said.

"Fine, I'm sorry. You're rehired"

A smile crept on his face.

"His study somewhere" he said getting back at his position.

"Good, now you're fired" he said and started walking towards the study.

He walked in and decided to ignore any feelings that might arise at the sight of it.

He looked through some drawers but found nothing.

He thought it strange that he kept them so hidden.

What if he needed them for an emergency?

He went to a small table in the very back that looked so dusty it looked like it hadn't been touched in years.

He opened the first one and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

He read the words and thought he couldn't believe it.

Time Travel Research

Progress: 42 %

"What in God's holly earth is this?"

He opened the humongous Binder and there was a little folded note thrown on top of the front page.

Chad quickly opened it up.

Son, if you are reading this you're either a nosy brat or I'm not here to ell you this, because if I was then I'd tell you myself or maybe I'll be too ashamed to do it face to face. Point is I think I got the solution for Sonny. A few years before i met you I had started some research on something that had fascinated since my early infancy- TIME TRAVEL. It turned up some results but I decided not to go any further since after much thinking I realized this could be no good for humanity. But I have found someone who might need it more than anyone- you. Please be careful. I know you to be a smart young man and I doubt you will use it unwisely. You must be wondering why you are reading this out of paper and not haring it from me. I was hoping you to prove to be a respectable person and not some other crazy person who would sell the papers to the higher bidder. As I write this I know you aren't. But I'll still wait for as long as i can. Who knows? You might find a cure after all. I am proud of you. Had I had a son I would wish him to come out like you.
Ivan.

"You damned bastard! The only reason I'm not using my full vocabulary to curse your soul back out of the ground is for the same fact that you are dead and deserve some respect if only because your heart isn't beating" he yelled as tears rolled down his face like a stream.

He kicked, punched until his strength was gone.

All this time holding back feelings had been for nothing.

Son.

Goddamn it!

He loved the man.

And he was the only thing he had left to go on.

Now he'd lost him too.

He'd called him 'son'.

Chad laid sitting in the floor his back against the wall in defeat.

His head hung low as the tears began stopping.

Gosh, he'd gone at least leaving something to hold on, to keep trying.

As crazy as the idea sounded it was tempting.

He'd tried everything.

And like Ivan ad said, it had turned up some results.

42% of the project.

Ivan had been big on percents.

The thought brought a smile to Chad's face.

Poor old man couldn't have anything if it wasn't in a percent.

He decided he needed to calm down to get out of the house without looking like a wreck.

After a few minutes he gained some control of himself and started walking towards the exit.

As he approached the door he saw Frederick was still there.

"I thought I fired you" Chad said.

"i just wanted to give you my sympathies. I know how much he meant to you" he said.

Chad just stared into the open space.

Then he nodded.

"Alright" he paused. "Um, Frederick, you're unfired but work somewhere else and get some one else to be the butler will you?" he asked.

"Immediately" he said and started in the house.

"Uh, Frederick, the keys aren't in the study"

"I know" he said and gave Chad a knowing smile. "Kitchen. Ask the lady there"

"Thanks"

Chad got the keys and started driving home on his new SSC Ultimate Aero.

A blue binder sat beside him.

He applied more pressure on the accelerator and the sound of the car's engine sounded beautiful.

So much power.

He reached the speed limit and stayed at it.

He had a lot of work to catch up on.

And a girl to get back to.

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