Articles, Guns, and Poisons

#04

Harper

May 29th, 2022

Pastel's dead. Police said the autopsy will be released either tomorrow or the day after that. Surprisingly, my alibi cleared out and I'm hoping they don't go deeper or they'll find out that I was the one who bailed Pastel.

Yes, I know I'm dumb enough to do such a thing. And no, I didn't kill her. I can still remember that I saw her in one big piece, not chopped in pieces.

May 22nd, 2022

I used an old car that I saw in the car shop of my dear friend, Queenie, to wait for her when she goes out of the station. It's been thirty minutes and now I'm wondering if I'm in the right place.

I saw Pastel stepping out of the police station, marked with the confusion on her face, and squinting her eyes from the sunlight that welcomed her outside. I moved my car forward to reach her front and rolled down my window. "Hi, want a ride?" I gave the nicest words I can give because I'm still hurt about that punch and the cut she made on my face.

"Reg?" Her eyes widened as if she saw a billion-dollar in cash. I was about to repeat what I said but she entered the car without taking her eyes off me. I started driving away from the station before anyone could see me. Thank god I have no problem with paying her bail because my dad made friends with some rich men in the government and they're also got the hots for me. Be resourceful.

She's not taking her eyes off me, not even a minute. "Seatbelt, please," I said while turning left to a different road, I don't know where I'm going.

"I knew it was, Reg. You have a lot to explain—"

"I'm not Reggie, I'm Harper Syd, okay?" I looked at her while we were stopped by the red light. "And please, for the love of Hercules... stop staring at me." I speed up once I saw the green light. I heard her let out a heavy sigh before speaking.

"Really? Why bail me out?" I see an alley that has no CCTV cameras pointed to, blind spot, I maneuvered my car towards it then glanced at Pastel who's raising her eyebrows, face full of suspicion. "Are you going to kill me here? Nice spot, very hidden." She moved a bit, like positioning herself for something bad that's gonna happen.

"I'm not gonna kill you, and by the way, I'm not a nice person to bail you out. I need you to talk about that Reggie you're mad about." I faced her, and try to hide all the fear I'm feeling right now.

"Really? You think I'm gonna believe that?"

"Yes, you should. And don't act so bitchy because I still remember how you punched and cut my cheeks like an anime character." I squinted my eyes and glared at her so she knows who's the alpha here right now. I should build my reputation in authority right now. "Do you how expensive it is to go to a dermatologist? This wound will stay with me for a while!" and what I said isn't sarcastic or dramatic. NYC clinics and creams for these are expensive and my face is no longer flawless.

"What do you want? You're not Reggie, and yet, you're still meddling." She rolled her eyes at me and that made me so annoyed. "If you want to know something about her, just ask her boy-toy." She's talking about Wesley. And clearly, I can't talk to him, I don't want to talk to him. "Oh, right. You guys went into a fight," she chuckled and I tried to stop myself from screaming or saying something bad and focus on my agenda.