Trouble in Tiltown

Big boy

He stood confidently, his chest high.
"It's okay, do you work here?" I questioned him. He rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly.
"I suppose so, I've been working here since I was twenty-one." He chuckles. My eyes studied his facial features including a nearly black, thin beard. His deep brown and straight hair that curled at the ends of his neck, neatly so.
"And how old are you?"
He smirked, a dimple revealing itself on one side of his face. "I'm thirty-three now." He answers me. My eyes dart back to the police station before resting my eyes on him once more.
"So, you've seen a lot of change then, with the station and the town." I assumed. He looks down, trying to avoid my gaze, returning to his original serious tone.
"Yeah, sure." He spoke.
"That didn't sound very genuine." I said. He looked up and laughed at me before looking at the car, parking on the side of the road.
"Why don't we go to the diner and I tell you all about it?" He offers politely before we both start walking over to the cleaned, black car.
I scrunched my nose up momentarily, "I don't go places with strangers. I need to know your name first." He chuckled again, a low tone in it.
"I'm Diego Sunn." He introduced himself officially before crouching down to sit in the driver's seat. I followed his movements as I sat into the passenger seat before he began driving.
"Nice to meet you Diego, I'm Laurence." I say as he nods along. I leaned my face against the clear window, watching the night sky as for there wasn't much traffic going on in Tiltown. Inside of the car, it was nearly silent besides the low radio and Diego's hands rubbing against the leather steering wheel in which squeaked every turn we took.

As I sipped on my vanilla milkshake, he chowed down on his salty fries and coffee.
"So, you got any secrets on Tiltown?" I questioned him as I swallowed a lump of cold vanilla. After biting the tip of a fry, his eyes widened as he kept the fry held in his cheeks.
"If I told you the things I know and have seen, you'd think I was insane." He laughed though his face didn't match the humorous joke.
I leaned in, my chest hovering over the table, "Go on, then." He finished up with the last few fries before he rubbed his hands together, shaking off the extra salt that found it's way onto his hands.
"This town should have never been built, or even founded for that matter." He admits as he takes a long sip of his black coffee. As I think about my next question, I watch someone go to the jukebox and insert coins.
"What do you mean by that?" I inquired curiously. He sighs as he sits back into the red cushioned booth, making himself more comfortable.
"Before Tiltown became a town, it was a cemetery.." he pauses momentarily, "for witches, back in the day." He confirms. As I went to take a sip of my milkshake, it shot out of my mouth in surprise. His eyebrows raised at my response.
"You're kidding me. That explains some of the weird things." I say before he finishes the rest of his coffee.
He leans in towards me, his elbow resting in the table. "You didn't hear it from me but Abraham, he's the cause of everything going on in Tiltown. He's obsessed with power and control." My eyes wander off, trying to think before a man rushes up to the table.
"West?" I say with surprise as he stands over us. He wore grungy clothes, it's safe to say he was looking worse than when I had first met him.
"West, you're Abraham's twin brother, ain't ya?" Diego asks, pointing at West.
"Uhm, I guess. You can go, I'm taking Laurence home." West nearly writes Diego off. Diego looks at me suspiciously before I nod, leaving money on the table and leaving. The door bings as he walks out and West sits down.
"How'd you-
"Abraham let me go. He said I was pushing my luck, but he let me go." He confesses to me, keeping his head low as he whispered to me.
"Why would he let you go after that?" I scoffed.
"Because he has plans, very bad ones. I don't know what, but it's not good. Abraham is a bad person." He says.
"Well, duh." I remarked. He looks at my milkshake then back to me, pointing at it.
"You gonna finish that?"
My eyes darted down to my half filled milkshake, "Uh, no." I barely finished speaking before he snatched it across the table and slurping it down. He must've finished it in five seconds. He stands up, leading me out of the diner and into his car.
"I think we have a new friend, Diego." I said as he drives down my neighborhood.
"I'll be the judge of that." He says with a strict tone in his voice. As we pulled up slowly in front of my house, I see my mother standing outside with sadness across her face. I left the vehicle as West did the same, walking up to my mother who had a suitcase behind her.
"What's all this about?" I questioned her. Her eyes, watery as she attempts to avoid my gaze on her.
"I'm leaving our home to you. You're eighteen and it's time for me to leave this town behind." She says before walking to her car and throwing her suitcase in the backseat. Following her from behind to her car, West follows me as well.
"What, you're just gonna leave me here alone? Like dad?" I spat with anger. Her head stays down as she sits inside of her running vehicle now.
"I love you so much Laurence." She says before she begins driving out, and to the exit of Tiltown. Standing there in disbelief, where her car once was parked, my eyes begin to burn as tears overcame me. West turns me around to him as he grabs me into a tight hug, his arms tightened around my back. It was surprising to see him like this, but I needed it. So, I accepted as I dug my crying eyes into his neck.