Oscuro

One

May 30th, 1983

E. Hampton, NY

Home

"You killed my sister," his voice grumbling like the nasty troll he is.

"Demitri, I can give you the police report, and the autopsy," my eyes rolling, it's been over two years. "You can come here, and I'll place them in your hand. You've been making this into a problem, and it's all nonsense. You know she's gone, I brought your family her ashes." The cream phone pressed to my ear. He swore in slavich, "Demitri, if I killed Karinna... why haven't you done anything? If I were you, I would've come after me a long time ago." Sinking into the leather chair, "But, you're not me." And that made me the luckiest man on earth.

"You will pay, maybe not you but someone you love." his accent thick and annoying, almost like a garbage disposal.

"Well, I love your sister. You'd never lay a finger on our son." Pressing my lips together, "You'd never harm your family."

"You're right."

"Of course I am," slamming the phone onto it's receiver. Every six months, he harasses me with new conspiracies, all of them making me guilty. I didn't have to do anything for his sanity. I gave her family closure and everyone accepted, but him every six months with these loose threats. Every six months, he reminds me what my life is missing. Karinna is gone, and he pretends like her life didn't matter to me. Like I didn't marry her, like I didn't travel across the world, to return her ashes to her homeland. As if I haven't raised our son all alone since he was four months old.

"Daddy?" He stood in the doorway, a rust colored mop staring at me. Watching me with his fingers in his mouth.

"Yes, Bubba?" He scurried to the edge of the desk, his fingers dancing across it as he continued to watch me. "Is there something you want to ask me Bubba?"

"Can we have lunch togetha?" his tiny voice chirped with a cheeky smile.

"Of course..." pushing away from the desk, "don't we always have lunch together?" I smiled, as he played with my pens, " We're gonna have lunch, and then Daddy's gonna go out with Uncle scar and Luis."

"I don't want you to leave Daddy..." he pouted, poking out his bottom lip.

"Bubba, I told you that I was going out earlier..." he continued to pout, "and you're gonna be with Jenny."

"I don't want Jenny, I want you," the pout wiped off his face as he rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you like Jenny today?"

"She's no fun, she just does house things," walking around the desk, crawling into my lap.

"Well she's doing her job, she helps Daddy out a lot."

"We don't need help," whining, as he gripped my shirt, burying his face in my chest.

"Yes, I do need a tiny bit of help," picking his head up from my chest, looking into his deep green eyes, "Who's gonna watch you while I go out?" Go out and do things that aren't child friendly, nothing too extreme... maybe a bit extreme.

"ME!" his smile was bright and unaware.

"You can't watch yourself, Bubba." Holding him tight, obviously leaving him alone in the big house isn't an option. "You're only two."

"Three, many." holding up two fingers, confident with this display.

"Not yet, you're still two." Kissing his forehead, as he pouts again. "But if staying with Jenny isn't what you want..." sighing, "I'll call Uncle scar and he'll bring Titi Lily, and you can stay with her," chuckling, while he considered the option.