Beware of the Neighborhood.

20 - We all make Mistakes, but mine was Fatal

"We need to talk" he said again.

Somehow; I don't know why but those four words are enough to remind you of every single mistake you have made in your life. But what the hell did I ever do to this man?

"Okay... what do you want?" I asked uncertainly.

He seemed to think for a moment folding his hands in front of him, his lips pressed. A few pedestrians passed by, throwing weird glances at us. Surely they must be wondering what was going on here.

"I can't talk to you here, get in!" he finally said, opening the door.

"Uh... Why?" I asked.

"Because I can't be seen standing on the road, talking to some teenager" he answered.

"Well... in that case, no thanks. I don't get into cars with random strangers" I said walking away from him.

This guy was creepy and I was determined to be as away from him as possible. But as I turned away, he unexpectedly grabbed my wrist and roughly pulled me towards the car.

"Hey, don't touch me!" I yelled.

"Don't shout! I want to talk to you and I do not wish to explain myself, so you better get in before I lose my patience. And by the way, I am not asking you, I am telling you! Get In The Car!" he hissed slowly. His voice: cold, empty and most of all; Hollow.

I reluctantly obeyed. What could have I done anyway?

I got in the front and saw him walk to the other side of the car and get in the driver's seat. He slammed the door shut, turned the key in the ignition and the car shot forward.

I noticed the speedometer go from naught to eighty within a minute and instinctively reached for the seat belt.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked angrily.

"I have a very important meeting and I can't waste my time talking to you on the road, so I am going to talk on the way."

I didn't say anything. I was just waiting for him to get to the point.

I wondered why I had left school. I could easily imagine myself getting bored in double geography!

He turned at the next corner and as he headed for the woods, he said

"Well, I have been paying some amount of close attention, and found out that now a days you are getting- as a matter of fact- somewhat too close to my son"

"What?" I almost chocked. This topic had completely taken me by surprise.

"You heard me. Look, I don't like beating around the bush and I think you are clever enough to understand so; I'll come straight to the point. I don't like you. Are we clear?" he said glancing sideways at me.

"Crystal" I muttered.

"Yeah so... I don't want you to talk to him anymore." He added.

This was so ridiculous.

"Why don't you tell your son?" I asked.

"Well, let's just say we are not much on talking terms"

"I wonder why? You certainly seem charming" I muttered

"I will ignore your lame attempts of humour. Just make sure you don't get in his way"

"Why?" I asked.

We had passed the woods completely and now he had turned on to the high way.

"Some years ago I lost my wife due to some idiotic teenager, who was involved with that house. Now...I don't want to lose my son too..." he paused, glanced and me and repeated "because of some idiotic teenager who was involved with the house."