Deilson Joy

You don't know me

Deilson was impressed by her beautifully modified house. She truly have her father's taste, Deilson thought.

"I'm back." She greeted as she opens the door. A muscular man with a scar on his right eye walked out from the kitchen and greeted back.
"So, you must be Deilson? I'm Karl Dranson, Lena's husband. It's nice to finally meet you." He shook Deilson's hand. Deilson could feel the pure strength of the man.
"Um... yeah... i've been busy..."
"Busy planning to steal a million dollars?" He grinned.
"Don't tease him, he just got back from jail." Lena replied before Deilson could come up with a sentence.
Karl chuckled. "Anyway, me and Lena need to go out for awhile, make yourself comfortable. Your niece and nephews are upstairs."
"Wait, where you are both going?" Deilson asked.
Lena looked a Karl. "We need to go pick up a few things and buy some groceries. Lisa will be here for dinner tonight. Just watch over the kids, but i pretty sure you don't have to cause they're all busy playing games upstairs."
Deilson sighed. "Alright then."

Deilson didn't care much about his sister, but it was her husband. As Deilson watch the truck disappeared, he had a goosebump going all over his body. He tried to calm himself. She's married to a solider, what's the worst can happen, he thought. But the goosebump didn't stop. It was like a warning, like a sixth sense, but he knew that he can't fully trust his sense. True it helps him in the tightest situation but it would something be annoying when you're scared of something you don't understand. A soldier married to my aggressive sister, nothing wrong about that, he thought again. But something deep inside keeps disagreeing with his opinion.

Deilson walked into the kitchen and poured himself a drink. What happened? He thought. I've left town for such a long time, so many years. I didn't even knew both of my sisters were married. Well, there's no point in meeting their husbands or their kids. I'll just set a bad example for the little ones and not everyone can accept the fact that their brother in law is a criminal. He drank slowly. I'll just have to find someone to get me out of town. I wonder if my old pals are still here?

He could hear laughter coming from upstairs. Then, a brown haired girl entered the kitchen. She froze when she saw him.
"Um... uncle Deilson?" She asked awkwardly.
She looks fifteen or fourteen years old, still a teenager. And her skin isn't as tanned as Lena's or Karl's. Perhaps she's Lisa's daughter, Deilson thought. He nodded.
"I'm Ezhan Yawnson." She took a bag of chips from the fridge.
"Who's upstairs?" Deilson asked.
"Just my cousin James and my brother Troy. We're playing a racing game on James' PS4."
"Racing game?"
"Yeah, do you want to join?"
"I don't see why not."

As Ezhan and Deilson entered the room, two boys were sitting on a bean bag while playing their PS4. Deilson quickly scan the room. The room wasn't too small, there's a desktop and shelf filled with anime figures. I'm guessing there's an anime lover in this room, he thought disgustingly. Ezhan sat on the bed and opened the bag.
"Welcome to the club," she said. "This is James, a.k.a. otaku lover," she pointed at the boy with curly hair. "And that's my brother Troy." She pointed at her brother.
James stood up. "Oh my god. You're that awsome thief who stole a million dollars."
Didn't saw that one coming, Deilson thought. "Correction, was an awsome thief." He replied with pride.
Troy gave him a glare and closed his eyes. "They say once a theft, always a theft."
Well that's a bit mean to say to your own uncle. "Hey kid, what do you know about theft? You think people like me don't deserve a second chance?" Deilson asked.
"No, cause from the way your attitude is, i don't think spending ten years in jail was enough to rehabilitate you."
Ezhan stood up. "Ok, ok. There's no need to argue. Let's leave the past and focus on the future." She tried to calm her brother down.
Deilson sighed and went downstairs. Idiot, i shouldn't have went upstairs with her, he murmured.

Deilson went outside of the house. Alright, he doesn't like me. I've expected this, nothing new. I am a criminal and not everyone is happy about it. Maybe i should get out of town tomorrow morning. The longer i stay here, the more bad things are coming my way. Alright, i'll just try to contact some of my local pals, but i'm still not sure if they're still around. Deilson stood in the open and keep his mind busy coming up with a plan to leave.

Deilson heard the front door opened. He turned around and saw Ezhan walking towards him.
"I'm sorry about my brother. He wants to be a lawyer and he's very restricted about serving justice and all of that."
Deilson looked at her. "Do you think i'll steal or rob again?"
Her eyes widen. "Well, i don't think that you would do that, right?"
Deilson stared at her brown eyes. "Look, i'm not a friendly type of person. I got a record on my name. I've seen things, i've got shot, i've killed and murdered innocent people."
"Well, everyone deserve a second chance." Ezhan gave a weak smile.
"No, not me. I got blood on my hands and they can't be wash off."
"But, why did you did it?" Ezhan asked.
What is this? She thinks she can understand me? No, a child like her won't understand the choices i have to make. "Why did i did it? Well, that's something you won't understand."
"Well, it's not like i'm going anywhere. Might as well explain it." She gave another smile, but it wasn't as weak as before.
Deilson hesitate for a moment. Just before he was about to speak, Deilson heard Lena's truck arriving. He then walked back to the house, leaving Ezhan.