Bold || Wentworth Miller

Seven

"Alex stopped discussing last time because of the tension she is feeling when we are looking at her dangerously." He put the coffee in the table.

Its already 10pm and its been just an hour since we arrived at home. The kids are sleeping right now, but us, its a no, no thing.

"She's fearing on something." I guessed.

He just nod.

"So what's about your conclusion, detective?" I looked at him.
He just looked at me then said, "If that somebody who sent the letter and the one who hits the kid are one person, we need to dig in deeper. The group of investigator didnt find the truth about this, and instead they forget about Shiloah which is totally wrong."

"Wait. I didn't get your first conclusion. You say, we need to dig in deeper?" I asked him, puzzled.

"Listen, Acid. Your father is a powerful sheriff personnel here in New York City. He even dated a lot of women and every women he wants never issued him disagreement. Other than that,he received a lot of awards and appreciation, and i heard a lot of bad issues destroying his image into the whole world. But he is tough. So i am telling you ..." He pulled my hand and put it in the notes and looked directly in my eyes.

"There's a group of devils in the city, and not just a destroying reaper is behind those bleeding secrets." He said.

"So what are we going to do then?" I said.

He leaned closer and said, "We need to see Jonathan about the letter."

Then, he grinned.

"Im gonna see him tomorrow." I said.

"Lets fix first the kid's thing. After that, we are going to check on perfect dates of his duties for better evidence." He stood up.

Alright. He is right.

I breathed deeply.

"You're okay?" He looked at me with crumpled forehead.

I chuckled, nodding.

"I am wondering how did you survive living in Philippines alone." He brought a topic that i didnt want to hear.

"I used to live in Orphanage when my Dad left me for work." I smiled remembering my childhood days.

"I lived there for almost 13 years. Until he rented a unit at one of my city and we lived there with my half chinese brother. My Dad started his duties on us spending his time to us every last week of the month. He became a great father for me until he stopped getting home for us." I looked at him checking his reaction. I saw how interested he was in my story.

"Until the mother of my half chinese brother get my brother home into China, making me feel alone more. I tried asking if my Dad was alive yet through email and phone calls until a year after, he came back crying for me." I told him.

"That time, he was in a deep investigation process with the terrorism attack of some Iranian people at Illinois, i think." He spoke.

I nodded. "I understand him, its his job. That's why i am now a Private Criminal Investigator too."

"Did he explained himself about the investigation?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered.

I saw a grin again, from his lips. "Did he ever tell you how playboy he was?"

I laughed softly.

"And then?" He asked me to continue.

"Last year, was his last year. I dont know, but he began being sweet to me that time. Until he admitted some groups of his enemies are trying to destroy him. I told him to just quit his job but he promised to himself that he is willing to die for his profession. He want to die in it because he already serve his heart into it." I continued.

I saw him as he looked down, still listening.

"And he told me if ever he died this early, i should be investigating not because i am his daughter, but it is my profession. I understand his insights in life. He wants to pull the trigger and push me out of my fearful self." I looked at him smiling.

"And it is effective." He grinned.

"That time, he also tell me about you." I confessed.

"What did he tell you?" He asked.

"He said he got a bestfriend name Wentworth Miller that is currently living in Brooklyn, New York. He also told me if ever he died, its better if ill have you up for company." I told him.

"That man is kinda smart when talking about mysteries in life." He said.

Even though i had moved on from his death, there is still pain piercing my heart. He is my father, and i love him so much.

"Would you like to see something about him?" He stood up.

I nodded.

"Come upstairs with me." He said as he lead the way into his room. I just followed him up as he said.

He showed me a lot of his photos with some of his friends, with Wentworth's kids, and even with Wentworth.

"This thing. This thing symbolizes our friendship." He showed me a clear bottle with paper in different colors rolled and tied.

I took it from him and smiled.

"What is this all about?" I asked curiously.

"That was our daily thoughts at the month before his investigation at Illinois. Those listed thoughts in red ink is mine, and the black one is his. Feel free in checking those thoughts for you." He sat in his bed looking at me.

"Later." I sat in his bed gently.

"Before knowing my girlfriend  i met first your father. He became a good buddy and mate to me." He spoke.

"Your father symbolizes happiness and positive vibes. When i am on my darkest hours of life, he will always knock my door and discuss a lot of nonsense things to me. That's how annoying he was." He chuckled.

"That's him." I chuckled too.

Then, i saw him glanced at me.

"Your Mom is Filipina right? She must be so attractive right?" He suddenly asked.

"Because Dad choose her?" I chuckled.

"You got your Dad's eyes. Other than that wasn't anymore." He meaningfully smiled.

I looked at him confused.

"You are sexily beautiful."

I feel my world just stopped in a sudden.