Merely Existing...

10

A couple of days have passed since I went bowling with Malcolm and Diamond. I needed time to clear my head so I haven't been posting on my BeYou account. I've been being distant with Malcolm as well, as I've been distracted by my thoughts. He's been checking in on my well-being periodically, which I irrevocably appreciated making me want to get to know him a little better. My feelings towards him were still unclear but he did cross my mind often. It's a Thursday afternoon, and I am in the comfort of my condo, alone with my jellyfish vibing to some old-school r&b. I could have sworn I saw Major's tentacles swaying to the beat a few times. I preoccupied my time doing a deep cleaning around the pad. Folding laundry, and washing dishes which I didn't have many of so it went by fast. I was dusting furniture, sweeping, and mopping the marble tiles in my living room.

My bedroom is next, there is a pile of new designer outfits I bought the day before from the mall. From Gucci, Louis, Chanel, and Prada. I decked out and upgraded my mother's wardrobe so she can get back to feeling how she did when we were younger. No matter what, she made sure she kept herself fly and I've always wanted to dress like her since I was a kid so I made sure I did once I got older. She may have not taught me much, but I did pick up a note or two on fashion from her. I pack them in a huge box that I had custom-made, to be gold and black which were her favorite colors, with her name etched into it with bedazzled rhinestones. It's so dope! I know she would soon appreciate it, being that she lost the house and all her jewels and clothes all those years ago when the auction sold all of our stuff after she was arrested. I wish someone had a welcome home gift like this for me if I was to ever get knocked I thought. My music could be heard from all over since I placed surround sound speakers in almost every corner at the top of my walls. "Will I take the wrong direction, All my life, where would I go, what lies ahead of me?" I catch myself singing along to Xscape's 'Who can I run to'.. when suddenly chimes of the doorbell ring interrupting me from my full-on one-man concert.

"Shit!" I say out loud to nobody in particular. I fly down the steps as the chimes rang again. Whoever the hell it was, is growing impatient and that's starting to tick me off, because not only are you dropping by unannounced but you have the nerve to be getting annoyed? The audacity!! I turn the music down using a robotic automated system called speakeasy and press the button on the panel to see who could be outside of the lobby. The man that the camera reflected had his back turned and was shifting his weight from one foot to the other restlessly. When I speak into the panel, I ask "Can I help you?" He jumps from my unexpected question and looks directly into the camcorder. I do not recognize him, which gives me a chill down my spine. "Hello, I'm detective Ramirez, looking to speak to Ava jones..does she reside here?" He asks. A detective? Needing to speak to me? What in the world do we need to speak about? I find myself getting nervous all the while growing more curious. "Yeah, I'm Ava, come up to 3g I'll buzz you in," I say with a confident attitude. Keep your shit together! I pinch myself. I run my hands through my untamed hair, realizing I look a hot mess. When I glance in the mirror that hangs up in my hallway, I see I only have a silk robe on. Shit! Before I could grab anything to put on, soft knocks could be heard against my front door. "Just a sec!" I yell trying to mend my hair in a bun that just wouldn't cooperate because I didn't have a hair tie. I let the curls loosely fall around my head as they have before he arrived. I open my door and step aside to let him in.

Recently, I've just been meeting handsome men and he was equally as gorgeous. I can tell by the way he's looking me up and down he's thinking the same. He looks young for a detective though. I wanted to be one back when I was going to school for law and justice. I dropped out after obtaining my associate's degree and allotted that wasn't the route for me. So whether he is young or not, it's not uncommon to be a young person in that line of work. If I would've effectuated my original plan I would've been in his shoes. I guess the awkward silence of me relishing in my thoughts made him antsy, pulling out a notepad while clearing his throat he said "Ava I'm here to ask you a few questions about the events that occurred on June 10th, 2014. It's an ongoing investigation, and I'm the lead detective on the case. I know it may have been some time ago but a man named Kyle Robinson, your former foster father at the time I believe was found dead of a heart attack. His widower told me you were the last one to see him alive and gave me your name and address. Do you remember that night?" He looks at me deeply, I guess trying to find penitence in my eyes. I will not grant him the satisfaction, instead, I offer him a seat on one of my sofas and ask if he would like something to drink. He considers it for about a second then agrees, knowing he wanted to chill for a bit anyway.