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Hello
“Dude, what’s wrong with you?” Oscar moaned while riding to his apartment. He just took an eleven year old girl out for frozen yogurt and totally enjoyed her company. Now he kept thinking about her, and that pissed him off, until he opened his apartment door. Slam!
Oscar jumped hearing his bedroom door slam in the back of the apartment. Either the wind knocked the door closed or someone was in the room.
Oscar crept to the back turning on every light he could. He opened his bedroom door and his heartbeat skipped when he saw...no one. His window was cracked, it was just the wind.
“Stop being paranoid, nobody cares about you!” he told himself and shut the window. Shaking, he searched his apartment for anything missing. His laptop, flat screen and microwave were all still there.
“Dude, calm down, you’re overthinking this." The truth was if someone were to pay a visit to Oscar, David Golden was the man Oscar called. But David was dead, and Oscar couldn't talk to the police. Who could he call now? He scrolled through his phone numbers trying to think when.
Brrrng! “Jesus!” he yelled at his ringing phone and didn’t recognize the number. A 307 area code. “Wyoming?” he blurted before answering with a tepid, “Hello?” and silence.
“Hey biker-boy, it’s me Kira! What are you doing right now?”
“Kira? I didn’t give you my phone number.”
“Oh no? Check your wallet. You have a stack of business cards with your work and mobile number on em, Mr. I.T. and development specialist!”
Oscar didn’t argue the nuance of her stealing the business card from his wallet, he just answered her.
“What can I do for you?” He didn’t mean that but she was ready.
“You can get dressed and meet me at the Met Museum at 1pm. Remember I told you I have independent study classes? One is a museum project.”
“Right, you told me that but, Kira, I don’t think I should be going with you to places like that!”
“Places like what? It’s a public museum!”
“And you’re a little kid! Your parents need to take you there, not me. Now, it was nice meeting you today. If I see you at the park I’ll say hello to you, ok?”
Kira didn’t respond. Oscar had to ask her, “Are you still there?”
“I’m still here…but I won’t go to the museum because I don’t have anyone to go with and you said you were off today, and I know it’s my fault for calling you last minute and all but I thought you were cooler than that, so nevermind goodbye!” Click!
She hung up on him, “Hello? Kira, tch! Child!”
Oscar felt heartsick. A beautiful Saturday and he was lonely with no plans and rattled by David's death more than he cared to admit.
Oscar thought about Kira and after a hesitation he called her back. She answered on the first ring.
“Hello? Don't call me back because you feel bad! I don’t need your pity!” she pouted.
“(Sigh) I will be on the museum steps by 1 pm. If you’re there, you’re there, if you’re not-”
“Yay! I’ll be there biker-boy, you have to help me with my assignment! And don’t worry about anyone bothering us, I’ll protect you!”
“What?”
“Click!”
Kira hung up.
Oscar knew Kira was trouble, but he figured, 'Better the devil you know,' than sit in this apartment all day and freak out.
The Met
Oscar arrived at the large staircase at the Metropolitan Museum of Art before 1pm. He wore designer jeans and a blazer, handsome fella.
His date arrived earlier and waited for him on the steps. When Oscar saw Kira he confirmed that he was an idiot, and that she was pure trouble.
“Hi Oscar Delgado! I just got here!”
“Hi, I thought you said this was a school assignment?”
“Eh? It is, sort of, why?”
“Kira, that baby doll dress you're wearing-"
"It's so cute, right?" she spun around showing the dress.
"Cute? It's barely there!" he whispered, "I can see your panties!"
Kira didn't care, “Oh stop, like you don't want to see my panties, you perv! heh heh! Now if you're done crying let's go!”
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Kira grabbed Oscar’s arm like she was his girlfriend. He politely asked her not to do that. She flat out ignored him, and walked into the museum on his arm.
Glare
After some time in the Met Kira stopped clinging to Oscar and enjoyed the exhibits, photographing her favorites. Oscar, relieved, let her be and turned away from her to view a sculpture. That’s when he saw the bald bearded man.
The man moved behind a corner and out of Oscar’s eyesight so fast there was no way anyone would’ve recognized him. But Oscar recognized him because Oscar was paranoid.
This man was part of a crew that did business with David Golden, the dead attorney. Oscar was in on this business since he designed transfer software for David. That software, no doubt, now in the hands of the bald bearded man Oscar just saw.
'Why is he here? Is he following me?' Oscar’s mind raced. He thought he should go to the police, but if he did he’d incriminate himself and...this was bad. Worse, Oscar put Kira in danger.
“Kira?” he half yelled and spun around. She wasn’t in the exhibit room,“Oh no!”
Oscar hurried to where he last saw her and panicked, not there. He searched the whole floor for Kira, but couldn’t yell her name, or ask a guard about her, that'd be weird.
Out of options he walked down one floor and into a dim lit wing with Qin dynasty vases. And there he was again. The bald bearded man.
Oscar and the man's eyes met and the man hurried out of the exhibit. He walked fast wearing his jacket tight as if hiding something in his waist. Something he didn’t want falling out.
Oscar wanted to chase the man, grab him and ask him why he was here, and if he wanted Oscar dead. But when Oscar stepped forward he saw a small spot on the white tile floor. Blood.
“He just killed someone!” Oscar blurted.
“Who killed someone?” asked Kira, drying her hands with a paper towel.
“Kira? Where were you, I couldn’t-”
“You couldn’t find me? So were you looking for me cause you missed me? Heh heh!”
Relieved, Oscar gave her grief, “No, I mean you shouldn’t run off like that, I was worried!”
“Aww, I’m sorry, I had to go to the little girl’s room! Ha, see what I did there? You always calling me a little girl!”
“You are a little girl, and um, is it alright if I leave you here? I really have to go.”
Oscar didn’t want to leave Kira but he knew he put her in danger. She didn't buy it.
“Eh? But we just got here?” she asked.
“I know, but...it’s complicated,” he responded.
“Complicated? That’s what guys with girlfriends say. Are you going to meet another girl?”
“What? No! Nothing like that, and even if I was that’s none of your business?”
“Oh, none of my business? Well you’re rude, and I’m sure she would want know you’re out here with me, hmph!”
The absurdity of Kira’s outburst was not lost on Oscar. But playing along was easier than explaining.
“Kira, you’re totally making a scene. Be cool and hear me out.”
“Save it, I’m leaving! Go be with your girlfriend!” Kira pouted and stormed off like a proper adolescent.
Oscar half chased her, “Kira..Kira wait!” But the pre-teen hurried down the stairs and out of sight. Oscar felt heartbroken seeing her leave, but he gave up his chase knowing he looked ridiculous. Then he did the only thing he could, he laughed.
“Ha ha, I mean, seriously. Everything happening to me I deserve and I know it, heh heh!” It hurt when he laughed.
Red and Blue
Leaving via the staircase Oscar found another spot of blood on the floor. Then another spot after that. “Kira walked down these steps,” he said scanning around, but he didn’t see her.
When Oscar left the museum he walked two blocks into a commotion of onlookers and police everywhere. Expecting a pedestrian accident, he hurried to rubberneck. But when he walked closer to the crowd he saw the truth.
“You’re shitting me!”
There he was, the bald bearded man laying sideways on the street corner. His shirt soaked in blood, eyes half open, dead.
Onlookers said he collapsed on the sidewalk and when someone tried to help him he bled out from three, very deep, stab wounds near his heart and gut.
Oscar stared at the soulless body of the man he once feared then fled the scene. He certainly didn't want to talk to the cops, or be on the five o’clock news.