OSCAR
"I know Kyle ain't your son..."
I wake up to this text one early morning as I prepare to go to work. Sandra has already left to school after dropping Kyle.
These days, mother and son, as I refer to them, are inseparable.
"If you don't want the boy to know that he's not your son, send a million bucks into my account and I'll seal my mouth! "
Another text pops up.
Who's this nincompoop who thinks he can spoil my morning?
"Whoever you are, I don't have your time. Kyle is my son and nothing can change that....not Eben your threats. I'm not paying any dime into your fucked up account. Get it?"
"I know you very well Oscar.... That boy is mine... But I don't need him. All I need is money and I'll never mess you up! "
I decide to call so that I may put sense into the guy's thick skull.
"Who are you?"
I ask immediately he answers the call.
"I'm someone you don't want to mess with! I'll send you my account number. If you don't pay that money into my account, you'll leave me no choice but to claim him back... "
"You'll do no such thing mister... You already told me you don't love him?"
"I hate him the same way I hate you... I'll fight for his custody, or better still, kidnap him AMD sell him to human traffickers... Try me Oscar! "
He threatens.
"Who are you? I hope I'm not speaking to a ghost! "
I ask for the umpteenth time.
"I'm your worst nightmare... Your wife cheated on you with me and we sired a son together... I might also take your current wife if you aren't cautious. I'm sending my account to you... Be a good boy and do as I say, or else... "
"Or else what coward? "
I cut him short..
"....wait for the worst!"
"Do your worst ghost.... Ain't afraid of you bastard..."
"We shall see... "
He disconnects the call and a message pops up on my screen.
It's an account number.
The name Simon Ashton is written after the account number...
"Sasha's husband! "
I exclaim, to no one in particular.
So he cheated on Sasha with my wife no wonder Sasha wanted to revenge so much?
Now I get it!
Where did he shift to anyway?
The last time I saw him was over six years ago when he threw Sasha out of their home.
Since then, he shifted and disappeared into thin air.
Oh God!
Why now?
I pick my phone and call my detective friend.
"Hello Oscar.. "
He answered, sounding bored from the other end.
"Hello Cyrus... Long time... How have you been?
"I'm fine... Just overworking my ass out on a certain case."
"Oh, that's nice... I'd like to get information about a certain person."
"Send me the details friend, I'll work on it soon... "
"Thanks Cyrus.. "
"Anything for you friend..."
