Bold || Wentworth Miller

Twenty Eight.

Acid's

I was all damn fucked. The world is trying to hunt down a 21-year old girl because of impossible reality. I didnt kill any of them, but the antis were pretty much smart from framing me up into this bullshit.

I need to know who must be them, and of course, what did they did to my father.

Im really sure, they are the people behind those masks who definitely framed my father up.

I left my phone from Wentworth's home and i wear a ripped gray pants, a black hoodie to disguise myself. I even dyed my hair into blonde from being black and i cut it into my shoulders. I didnt know. There's nobody with me, i know i should be doing these not because im guilty but im trying to protect myself.

But im not going to escape forever.

I dont have the ability to get back home at the Philippines so i should still be staying in New York.

I cant ride any cab, i cant rent an unit. Why? Im afraid they might notice my face, and-

ARGH!

I saw police cabs coming into my way, so i don't have any choice but to run away.

They are also calling my name! Bullshit!

How did they know it was me?!

I ran into different paths, longer but thin paths, i even entered hallways to unknown directions just to escape away.

I tried jumping down a high stairway, and roll down into the floor.

Not until i heard a familiar voice, and it stopped me.

"Acid! Its me!" I looked back to see lot of police motors, cabs and there was him.

"W-wentworth." I whispered as i saw him walking towards me.

"Hold your fire, gents!" Another policewoman said as they put their guns down gently.

There were policewomen around, and there was pity in their eyes. Or i am just dreaming.

"Baby .." He hold my hand as he hugged me.

"Dont be afrai-"
"Im not afraid but this isnt my fault!" I almost screamed.

"Listen, Acid. This is not a time for any stupid things but we need you to get in. Im going to call Alex for help to get you out. Im going to send you Lieutenant McGrey for a further information about someone who knows something about your father's case. Be careful. And trust me." He whispered.

I swallowed in before looking at the cops looking at us, probably confused of what we are talking about secretly.

I looked at Wentworth's. "Are you sure of this?"

"I am really sure." He said.

"Fine." I closed my eyes as i gave up on it.