Bold || Wentworth Miller

Twenty Three

"So you know him." I sat at her soft chair while observing her walking into her table.

"Im an old newswriter and so i know a lot of people." She answered.

"I would like to ask you about writing those articles about me, but i think you wont spill any reasons so ill be forgetting about it first. Now tell me, why would you hide something from that cctv camera inside the room if and if, you are just dropping me your keys? There's nothing wrong with that." I asked her.

I saw her glanced at me. We shared a silence before she put her palm next to her face.

"What's wrong?" I crumpled my forehead.

Then she walked into me and kneeled infront of me, holding my hands.

"Wha-"
"Listen, Acid. I will tell you a thing that i have never tell anyone, and i won't tell anyone. Ive been thinking about this in days because i think, you need it as an answer. Acid, that hospital is dangerous. Please stop getting in, and meeting Dra. Median. She is going to kill you. She is a dangerous person." She pleaded.

"Wait. What?" I said confused.

"If you already knew about Jonathan Ingrid, Shiloah's Dad, he was a prison now because of his son. Dra. Median blackmailed him, and they got a deal. The deal said he must keep himself silent in the jail, in the exchange of Shiloah's life. Dra. Median was also blackmailed with someone using her who also planned the death of your father and the two victim." She explained.

"What the heck?" I literally stand from my seat up.

She stands up too. "This is also the reason why i quitted my job at Times. I was writing a lot of crime news about the department, when they wished me to quit it and stop spreading the news with a penname. "

"Then, Median need to explain everythi-"
"Please, no! This is a secret and it may ruin my boy's life if you'll do it. Please." She grabbed me in my arm, pleading.

"Fine." I breathed out, frustrated.

"If you can seek for every good ideas of evidences against the blackmailers, then its going to be easy for you to find out what might did really happened." She said.

"Do you know what really happened to my Dad and the crime?" I asked her.

She looked away as she sat in her couch, distressed.

"I was roaming outside that night, waiting for Jonathan's arrival at the Pastelry's place at Brooklyn. Then i saw your father, in the payphone area. I would like to ask him what is wrong but im afraid, his facial attitude was different at that time. He was ..... Nervous, and angry that time. I heard him argued with someone thru the phone, i did even heard the other person in the line laugh at him causing your father to cuss deep." She said.

"What did you heard?" I sat gently beside her.

"They were telling him to go at somewhere if he basically cares to the two young policewomen. After that, i saw him runaway. I went to the payphone area and was curious who might that person so i redialled the last registered number and heard the criminal's voice for the very first time." She continued.

"Did you ..... speak into him or her?" I asked.

She shooked her head. "But i heard him said that he is going to kill everyone using a fire."

"And it basically happened." I said.

"When i put the phone down, i ran away and gets home. I want to send your Dad a message that time, but its all done. We just received a news that time that they were already burnt, and my husband was arrested." She cried.

"Do you have the number of the criminal?" I asked.

"No, but i remember its last digit's code. 24407." She answered.

"Okay. It's better than nothing. Please remain quiet and take care of your son. Ill talk to you soon." I stand up and walked into the door.

But then, i heard her call my name.

"Acid-".

I looked at her. She has teary eyes now, eyes full of hesitations and regrets.

I suddenly feel something wrong.

"Be careful." She smiled.

"Ill be." I replied.

From Ithaca, i took a cab into NYPD's prison cell to see Jonathan Ingrid but they told me he is not in the right condition to do it. I was asking if he is okay but the officers replied a very lame answer.

As getting out of the department, i got bumped into somebody so i turned on him and said, "Sorry. Sorry, i didn't mean it by th- BRENT?!"

My eyes widen up when i knew its basically and apparently him.

The guy in the food store last time. Brent Scrawford.

"A-acid right?" He smiled widely.
"Oh my God. I didnt expect i will see you again." I looked at him while watching his beautiful long eyelashes touching the skin under his eyes whenever his eyes were blinking. He is not wearing an eyeglass and it makes his eyes more beautiful now.

Did i just say beautiful? Jeez.

"Me too. But anyway, what are you doing in here?" He smiled.

I freezed in as i realized how beautiful man this guy is in front of me right now.

He is an angel in disgui-

"Acid, are you okay?" He then touched my shoulder, trying to shake me.

"Ah- yeah. I-im okay." I laughed after.

"I think, you are. Come on. Let's eat somewhere. My treat." He took my hand in his and grabbed me into somewhere.

We stopped into some Italian Restaurant that has a pretty cool ambiance for me. The vibe was great, and it somehow relieve the stress i am feeling these days.

"Their pasta cakes were awesome. I ordered some for you aside from your lasagna set." He smiled again.

"Thanks." I smiled back. "Anyway, what are you doing at the station lately?" I continued with a question.

"My older brother actually asked me to go for someone there. I was basically getting in and out before we saw each other, but the person i am looking for was, absent ... I think." He chuckled.

I nodded smiling at him.

"About you?" He then asked.

That stopped me for a moment.

"Ah .. I was actually visiting someone at the cell, but unfortunately, the officer said he was unavailable." I replied.

"Oh. There must be something happened then." He said.

I was about to asked him why but the waitress already came with our food on her tray so i just keep my mouth shut.

"Let's eat." He smiled. I nodded at him as we started to eat.