Old Memories

"Your daughter kind of brought back old memories from the past that I've forgotten about. I can't tell how she found out about it," George divulged without mincing words. 

In the process of trying to make a point, he kept messing with Kelly's head as though it was nobody's business. 

 "You keep speaking in some languages I don't even understand. What memories are you talking about? If you are not going to tell me about it, then so be it. I would appreciate it if you stop putting me in suspense," Kelly bemoaned. From his facial expressions, it was damn obvious that he was getting tired of the conversation. He was just seeking the perfect excuse to walk away. 

He stood up, wanting to leave, when George pulled him back. "I am sorry. Please be seated. The truth is, I don't even know how to about it without having to sound rude,"

"Who cares about you being rude to me? Do you realize how long we've been friends? Do I need to remind you of that? Just get on with it immediately. I don't have the whole day. I've heard way more strange things in my life. I don't see yours becoming any different," Kelly bragged, beating his chest. He hadn't listened to George, and he was already convinced that he was equal to the task. 

"Before I proceed with what I want to speak to you about, we must clarify some information to aid our discussion. To start with, did you, by any chance, tell your daughter that I played a role in determining your future?" What a twist by George who pushed the entire situation back to Kelly. 

He made Kelly look at the ceiling and count the invisible stars. "I don't remember anything. Perhaps, a little explanation might do rather than mess with my head. I barely discuss you in the presence of my daughter because I respect our friendship a lot."

"Are you sure about that?

 You might want to have a rethink. It may interest you to know that your daughter confronted me yesterday. She also accused me of being the reason your life turned out this way," George finally got the confidence to speak after beating around the bush for a while. 

"My daughter did what? This is unbelievable! Hell no, it's not possible. I raised my daughter with morals. She wouldn't dare do that. There's certainly a mix somewhere," Kelly shook his head sideways in doubt regardless of how George presented the story. 

"She's your daughter.

I'm your friend. I believe we are both important to you. I've got an idea. 

Call her yourself and confirm what I just told you. I am too old to be telling such a cheap lie," George dared Kelly just to prove his honesty. 

"Sounds like a plan," Kelly smirked. He brought out his phone to call Ciara, but she wasn't picking up.

 It was as though she knew that her father and George were discussing her. 

"Don't worry about calling her anymore. There's only one way to find the answers you seek," George suggested as he stopped Kelly from calling Ciara. 

"There you go again. 

What's running through your mind right now?" Kelly quizzed. 

"It's basic to get the truth. 

No one knows our tiny little secret aside from the both of us. Ciara confronting me about it isn't a coincidence. Someone must have told her. That's why I want to ask you. Did you?" Like a missile, George launched the question at Kelly without allowing him a breathing space to process his response. 

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"I meant no harm. 

 I apologize if you find my question rather irritating. I just want to know why my Father has refused to let me visit him in the ward," Kelly hurriedly explained briefly to save himself from being kicked out of the office. That was precisely what Doctor Escobar wanted to do. He was already working towards that. 

"I see," Doctor Escobar calmed his nerves after Dexter was able to explain better. 

"Who told you your father doesn't want to set his eyes on you?" Doctor Escobar asked. He was finally able to reduce his rage. 

"Kelly did! 

Just this morning, he kicked me out the moment I was about to enter my father's ward," Dexter divulged. 

"Kelly did what?" Doctor Escobar tossed off the bed in frustration. 

"This is a mad joke. 

Kelly can't do that to you. Who gave him the right to make such a rule? He isn't even related to your father. If there's anyone who is mandated to make the rules, it's you and not some wretched man who claims to be your father's friend," Escobar declared. 

Dexter was impressed. His smile spreads across his ear region. He wished that Doctor Escobar had started like this. Perhaps, they might not be having the altercation. 

"So what do you suggest we do now?

Because right now, the only thing on my mind is kicking his ass," Dexter gnashed his teeth and prepared his punch as though Kelly were right there in front of him. 

"Come with me. 

I got a plan," Doctor Escobar stood up and left the office. He expected Dexter to do the same but the latter halted and stood still like a statue.

"What are you still doing here? 

I thought I asked you to come with me?" Doctor Escobar returned to his office and was surprised to still meet Dexter standing and not moving. 

"Where are we going? 

You haven't said anything to me yet," 

Dexter looked worried as he asked. 

Leaning forward, Doctor Escobar mutters into Dexter's ears. "Do you want to see your father? "

"Of course, I want to see him," Dexter nodded in the affirmative. 

"Then you must come with me immediately and stop asking silly questions. I am doing this for your father's sake but if you make me change my mind, you're going to regret it," Doctor Escobar schooled Dexter and walked away. This time, Dexter didn't stay back as he followed Doctor Escobar with an immediate effect. He knew this was his only opportunity of ever seeing his father eventually after Kelly ruined his hopes.