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[edited 6 Dec 2015 ]
Life is filled with its endless supply of decisions. Decisions are made every second, every minute somewhere in the world. It's aftermath can affect your future or not affect it at all. It can be a big, life-altering decision or it can be a minute decision that doesn't come back to bite you in the proverbial gluteus maximus.
And even though I regretted it the second I made it, I knew the decision I'd made two minutes after that weird call was the former of the two - that is, a life-altering and big decision. Whether it would alter my life for the better or for the worse, that I didn't know and wasn't sure of.
My decision?
Instead of heading towards the gate for my flight and boarding, I slipped my boarding pass into my purse and headed out of the airport.
I caught a cab and told him the address Mrs Rush had given me.
4013 Park Lane Ave.
The driver looked at me twice as I said it, and smiled widely for no apparent reason. "Yes ma'am," he answered before joining the airport traffic and headed towards my fate.
I knew there was a lot of things wrong with me going to wherever this woman had told me to go. I didn't know her. She could be a drug-lord for all I know or a convicted felon for manslaughter. I didn't know Gregory, aka Sir Jerks-A-Lot that well. I didn't know what Mrs Rush wanted from me.
I should've probably called mom and let her know where I was going, in case my body turned up in a river somewhere with my vital organs missing and probably sold on the black market for all I know. Trust me, I've watched a lot of CSI and Criminal Minds to know that the visiting new girl gets murdered when she comes into a bigger city, or even that most serial killers preferred fiery redheads.
I should probably not even be going to wherever I was going.
Get it together, Alex! Stop with the ridiculous theories!
I tried to calm myself down as the car ride continued, tapping my fingers against the bag that rested on my lap. I was grateful that I had brought along only one suitcase, the carry-on and hadn't checked it in. Or else, I would've had to go through the hassle of getting my bag from the plane. But then again, that could've been my excuse for not going to this possible underground / mafia woman.
I glared at the now offending bag for the rest of the ride as if it was its fault that it was designed to carry everything I needed for this trip thus leading to me not needing another bag.
The driver turned onto Park Lane Ave after twenty minutes into the ride and I stared at the gold-imprinted plaque that then pointed down the street he turned into. And all I could think was, Shit!
Park Lane Ave was rich people territory. That was all I could use to describe it. Condos, town house, mansions on both sides. Well-trimmed and maintained gardens. Swimming pools. Three or four luxury cars per house and an assortment of well-dressed, very attractive people. Marble houses with marble driveways.
I was too entranced with the view that I hadn't noticed that the driver had stopped at 4013.
"Here you go, ma'am," the driver said as he nodded to what looked like a massive mall.
I looked up and I knew that by far, it was one of, if not the most beautiful houses I'd ever seen.
It was a white marble mansion with a huge winding driveway and well-maintained lawn. Trimmed hedges on both sides and pearl white statues of half naked beings like those that feature in most museums or art galleries across the country if not the world. A fountain of merman and mermaids pouting out streams of water stood proud in front of the main house while the ivory marble that encased the fountain was imprinted with little scadly-covered cupids shooting arrows at each other.
"Ma'am," the driver repeated after I took more time than necessary staring at the architectural brilliance that stood in front of me.
I looked up at the driver who was smiling at me. "Sorry," I muttered before handing him the fare and exiting.
Should I even be here? I asked myself even as I walked towards the door. You're not supposed to be here. You can't be here. Get back in the cab and go back to the airport this instant, Alexandria Hunt! I thought even as I rang the doorbell.
Shit! I thought as I heard footsteps echo towards me. Double shit! I heard the door being unlocked and being opened.
I pasted on a smile even though I knew I looked like a decrepit fool in need of air supply.
Behind the door stood a woman in her late thirties but could easily be mistaken to be in her late twenties to early thirties. She had lustrous dark hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen that even looked to me a metallic silver. She had a pleased smile on her face.
"You must be Alex?" She asked politely as she opened the door wider
I nodded, not sure of what exactly to say.
She chuckled lightly. "I'm Angelina. So wonderful to meet you," she extended a hand which I then shook shakily. There was something about her that involuntarily claimed your respect and awe. The idea of mobsters, mafia, and black market dealers seemed absurd now.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Come in," she smiled as she moved off to the side and made a welcoming gesture.
I was a bit hesitant to enter the house. Despite my inclination that she was not in any way tied to the underworld and their mysterious dealings, I had yet to know exactly what I was doing here. After seconds of indecision, I decided to accept her offer to enter the house.
I calmed down a bit as I made my way inside the architecture marvel. Just a bit. As if to add to my firm conclusion that Mrs Rush wasn't affiliated with anything dark, the atmosphere brightened my thoughts and seemed despite it's beauty, homely.
Inside the mansion was straight out of Forbes Celebrity Cribs photo-shoot. I wouldn't be surprised if it had featured on the show. A huge staircase was the centerpiece leading off to whatever marvels that occupied the second, third and fourth floors. A magnificent golden chandelier with what looked like diamonds hung on the ceiling, the light dancing and reflecting like rays of sunshine on a cool summer day on the surface of a pool.
Mrs Rush led me towards the door off to the right.
I followed after her, unsure as to where she was leading me and what I was doing here in the first place. I stopped short as I spot two people already sitting there in the room, occupying a long mahogany dining table.
One of which was a handsome man, of around his early to mid forties, with sandy blonde hair, graying at the temples and stormy grey eyes. He was built like a linebacker, broad shoulders and a big, lean built.
The other one was one of the last people I'd ever expect to see at Mrs Rush's dining table. Mrs Laurent, the kindly old lady that had switched seats with me and who'd lent a listening ear a couple of days ago.
I calmed down a little bit more. If she was here, I couldn't be in trouble or in danger, now could I?
Mrs Laurent looked up a few seconds after we entered the room and instantly smiled warmly as she always did.
"Alexandria!" Mrs Laurent stood up and walked towards me, before enveloping me in a warm hug. "How have you been, my dear?"
"Good, Mrs Laurent. I'm surprised you're here."
"Mom, you didn't tell me you knew Alex," Mrs Rush said.
"Oh she's the young lady that helped me out with the flight mishap on my way here."
"Well in that case, Alex thank you very much for helping an old woman out with her wishes," said the man, who I could only guess as Mrs Rush' husband, Mr Rush. "Now, please take a seat and have something to eat before we talk."
"This is my husband, Zachary," Mrs Rush said as she took a sit next to him.
I followed her lead and took a sit next to Mrs Laurent. Talk? About what exactly? I took a sit next to Mrs Laurent as I watched them, waiting for someone to say something.
"How did your little confrontation go, my dear?" Mrs Laurent asked in a low voice after a couple of seconds of Mr and Mrs Rush immersed themselves in a discussion of stocks.
I smiled kindly as I remembered her kindness to me on the door I felt at my lowest. "It worked out well. I think you said the right thing. I did get my closure and I felt better as soon as I got it."
She placed a hand on mine and squeezed comfortingly. "I'm glad my dear. And like I said, it is better you found out now before you invested more time in someone who didn't deserve it."
I nodded. She was right. It was better, but it still didn't mean that it had felt good.
"And don't worry, my dear," she added as she winked at me playfully. "Mr Right will come around eventually. You just started experiencing love. There's always ups and downs. And those ups and downs make the right person even more precious."
I hoped she was right about that. And I hoped Mr Right decided to show up sooner because I needed someone to fill up the void and heartbreak that James left behind. But I also knew I wasn't ready. I was still raw from the betrayal by James and it would take someone really special for me to take another leap.
"Those two are running late. It's almost seven. I told them to be here seven sharp," Mrs Rush said good naturedly after a couple more minutes before she disappeared and appeared again with a platter of roast chicken. I had still yet to find out the reason for my presence here.
"Oh relax, Angelina," Mr Rush said. "You know boys. They've got responsibilities to take care of. And you know Tyler will make sure they get here as soon as they can." Mr Rush smiled at his wife, who calmed down at his words and disappeared into the kitchen again, only to reappear with more food.
"Do you need help Mrs Rush?" I volunteered, feeling useless just sitting there.
"Oh don't worry, darling. I got this!" She disappeared again just as the bell rang. "You got the keys, boys," I heard her call out.
I heard the door open followed by laughter.
"Keep it down sillies!" I heard Mrs Rush reprimand. "We've got a special guest. Be nice, alright?"
"Sure thing, Aunt Ange," a deep voice replied, followed by footsteps towards the dining room. The voice was familiar yet not familiar enough for me to put a face to it.
"Tyler, that last burrito really did me in," a second voice said seconds later. Also familiar but unrecognizable.
Weird.
"Shhh!!! Wanna go announcing to Aunt Ange that we already ate!" The first voice, aka Tyler said.
"She's in the kitchen bro."
I heard them just outside the door.
I focused on my napkin, hoping to keep busy as the family greeted each other. I sensed them as they came in, the two at the table exuded happiness at their late arrival.
"How long does it take to get here from the studio, Tyler?" I heard Mr Rush reprimand lightly. "Your aunt was close to calling the cops on ya."
A few chuckles were exchanged.
"Hey Nana," the second boy greeted.
"My two grandsons are getting too tall for me," Mrs Laurent exclaimed.
"We were too tall for you seven years ago, Nana," the first one, Tyler said.
"Enough of that nonsense! I can still take you on!"
"That you still can," the second one agreed.
"Alex, come here honey," I looked up at Mrs Laurent, careful to keep my eyes averted, before getting up and walking towards them.
"Boys, this is Alex-" she began and I looked up towards the new arrivals.
"Shit!" The words involuntarily escaped as I look at another two faces I never expected to see today, or ever again.
"What are you doing here?" Both of them exclaimed both in shock. The tone of one of them was a polite gasp whilst the other pierced me with a heavy stare. Understanding passed between them as they looked at each other. And again, in the past second, they gasped out in unison, "You know her?"
I felt like diving under the expensive table or jumping out of the window, anything to avoid the confrontation I knew was coming up. Both of them looked at me now.
On the right was Lucas, from the Bed and Breakfast with a happy grin and on his left, three inches taller stood Tyler, the guy from the set who I'd slapped in the face, and screamed at with a look of pure contempt.
And that is how my decision to come to 4013 Park Lane Ave bit me in the gluteus maximus.
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