Bold || Wentworth Miller

Two

The next day, i haven't gone yet for Pennsylvania. Im trying to figure out everything existing in this world. New York is a big great city, and people living here is far different from the people i used to know in the Philippines. I also need to read those movements of them, and i want to adjust myself for them cleverly, not knowing my safe plans for revealing the truth from that mystical framing up thing on my father.

This is going to be a great mystery for myself. I am willing to waste my time up here at New York, without any support from my friends, and any costs from my department because i am doing this for my father. If nobody's going to do this, its not a problem.

I studied Criminal Investigation for Justice. Its not about Money anyway, for me.

"You look alone. Would you mind sitting me next to you?" An american teen guy with nerdy glasses spoke up near my table so i managed to look up at him.

I managed to pull my foods to give him spaces in the table and nodded at him.

"Thanks." He sat in front of me.

Silence. I continued eating without any noise coming out of me.

"What is your name?" He suddenly asked.

"Uhh. Call me Acid." I smiled.
"Such a great name. Im Brent Scrawford." He said.
"Hi. Nice to meet you." I said.
"You too. Anyway, you came from where? I am always eating here at this place and right now, its my first time to see you here." He asked.

"I actually came from the other side of this world. My father actually came from Dallas, Texas and he is working here at New York City, lately." I said.

"Oh. That's great." He said.

We continued chit chatting like girls and i found Brent really cool. He also said he is a Literature student from New York's University.

"Its nice talking to you, Acid. Anyway, if you need any help since you are new here at New York, here. Call or come at my unit." He gave me a card with his home address and phone number listed.

"Yeah. Thanks." I smiled.

"Goodbye!" He kissed my cheek purposely and run away.

I touched my cheek after realizing he just kissed it.

I just shook my head and smiled to myself.
I keep that calling card in my pocket and continued walking away.

"I basically need to find the cab station for Pennsylvania's trip." I uttered, checking some instructions and directions from my phone.

And i went to the nearest station to ask for better instructions.

But then, i saw a young boy crying while sitting nearby, hugging his knees with scars. I stopped and walk near him.

"Hey, little. Are you lost?" I lowered myself to look on his cute face.

He eventually nodded.

"Are you with your Mom or someone? And where did you get those scars? Let me help you, come on." I smiled at him but he seemed scared.

"I dont want nurses and alcohol!" He cried.

"There's no nurse and alcohol, baby. I will wash it off to keep those scars from dirt. Then, i am going to send you to your Mom okay?" I said.

"I want Daddy right now." He said in his soft voice.

"Okay. Ill send you to your Daddy, okay?" I held my hand up near his face. He looked at it and put his hand on it, agreeing in my plans.

I held him up and went to the nearest pharmaceutical area and buy some scars medicines and bandaids. Then, we look for public cr nearby and lead him in.

"Put your bag down." I said and carry him. I put him in the right side of the sink and started getting water from the faucet.

"My Dad said, scars and wounds should washed by alcohol and im afraid about it." He said.

I smiled. "You will be okay."

I started wiping off his scars gently.

"Does it hurt?" I looked at him.
He shook his head.

"Just tell me okay?" I smiled at him, trying to comfort him. But he just nod.

I get those medicines from the pack lately and pour some light alcohol in a cotton. It is not actually an alcohol, some of pharmacists called it agua oxinada cause it used to clean the scars without any terrifying feel that children really hates.

"Calm down, baby." I tried wiping his scars using the cotton with the scar cleanser.

He didnt cried like he was hurt, but i can feel he is trembling.

Then, i put some scar cream in his scars to help its recovery. Soon, i finished it putting the band aid and look at him.

"How those it feel?" I asked.

"Its now alright." He looked at it pouting.
I just laughed and wash my hands.

"Are you hungry? Ill buy you food before going at your Daddy." I carry him again and put him down at the floor and held him his bag.

"Yes! Can i have some chicken please?" I saw him clasped his both hands pleading on me.

"No problem. I love chicken too." I said as we went outside and look for food stores in the city.

After buying him a fresh milk in a pack, and a bucket of fried chicken, we walked back to the cab station then he poked me in my hips.

"This is a cab station for Pennsylvania right?" He asked.

I guess, this kid has something. I feel it. He is kinda smart.

"Yes. Do you know where your Daddy really live?" I asked him.
"Brooklyn." He answered.

Then, i suspected something right is going to happen.

We reached the cab station of Brooklyn, and i gave him his milk and chicken. Then, i secretly look for something in his bag.

I saw some notes, clothes of him and robotic toys. I managed to open his notes up and i see his photo with his Mom and Dad, probably.

And there, i knew it.
I looked at him as i asked, "What is your name baby?"

He looked at me. "My name is Timothy Miller."

Detective Miller, see you sooner again.