Deilson Joy

An untold tale

"Alright, put your hands in the air!" Said the security.
Deilson stood there in silent.
"Hey, i said-"
Deilson kicked his gun away and throw a left punch followed with a powerful right punch to the head, knocking him out.
"I heard ya mate." Deilson replied to the body.
"Stop playing around." A male voice spoke through his earphones.
"Relax, i got this." Deilson walked towards the entrance of the server room.
"Alright, I've found the server room. What now?" He asked.
"Time to throw out the deadweight." A man in a yellow hooded jacket replied while aiming a sniper towards the right side of Deilson's face. He pulled the trigger.

Deilson woke from his nap and found himself in his room. He took his phone and checked the time. 07:23pm. As Deilson went downstairs, he could smell the perfectly cooked steak that was coming from the kitchen. The doorbell rang. Deilson opened the door and saw a woman wearing circled shaped specticals. It was her sister, Lisa. She gave a shock expression. "Y-you're back?" She asked.
"Um... yeah, i guess i'm back"
She gave the same glare that Troy gave to him earlier. "You shouldn't be here."
"Hey sis, you're just in time," Lena interrupted. "Dinner is ready." She smiled.
A man with blonde hair came towards them.
"Frederick, this is Deilson, my brother. Deilson, this is Frederick, Lisa's husband." Lena introduced them both.
Deilson couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me, i just remembered that i forgot to close the lights upstairs." He walked away from the scene.

Everyone was at the dining table, including Deilson. It went smoothly, everyone was enjoying Lena's cooking, except for Deilson. He didn't had the appetite to eat, but it wasn't because of the food, but the situation he's in.
"So Karl, how's the wooden fence in your backyard?" Frederick asked.
"Well, i already have the blueprint in my head, just need to get some supplies to build it. I haven't decided what colour to paint it."
"It's light blue," Lena said.
"What about white?" Karl asked.
"White is to bright. Besides, it'll get dirty easily."
"Lena's right," Lisa joined the conversation. "Last time i asked Frederick to give our car a new paint job, he painted it white."
Deilson didn't listened to them, instead he let his mind float away while eating his meal.
"I had to drive to work everyday and the car always gets dirty." She continued.
"Hey, i didn't knew it was gonna get dirty easily." Frederick defended himself.
The four of them laughed. The kids gave a small chuckle from listening their parents' silly story.
Deilson finished his dinner first and left the table without saying a word. He walked away from the dining table, but stopped when he was fully out of sight.
"Classic." Lisa said.
"Don't be like that," her husband replied. "He probably had a rough time."
Troy looked at his father. "He's bad news."
"Don't say that. Your uncle isn't a bad person anymore."
"I'll bet he'll steal again the moment he had the chance." Lisa disagreed with Frederick.
"Hey, maybe he changed. I gave him my wallet and he stole nothing." Lena said.
"Of course he won't steal right after he's free from prison. It would only make things worst for him."
Deilson heard the argument. He didn't felt angry, but disappointed. I'm a criminal, i'm a criminal, he reminded himself, trying to convince himself that he is, but it wasn't easy to lie to yourself.

He laid in his bed, couldn't sleep. It was midnight and everyone was asleep. Deilson stared at the ceiling, thinking in the dark. What was it? The mission? The package? He tried to remember the day before he was caught by the police. A code... no, virus... or was it money? But i wouldn't have done it for money, no... i need some fresh air.

He went to the backyard and sat on the bench. He looked up and saw the full moon, it was white as milk. It reminded him of vampires. Then, Ezhan came and sat next to him.
"What the hell are doing here?" Deilson asked. He was annoyed by her ever since she said that she wanted him to explain 'why did he did it'.
"Nothing, just wanted to get a drink. Then i saw you here." She replied while rubbing the sleepiness away from her eyes. "You?" She asked.
"Couldn't sleep. Needed some fresh air."
There was a moment of silence between them.
"So, why did you did it?" She asked.
Deilson gave a bored expression. "Listen, i just don't want to talk about it."
"Well, my dad says it's better to tell others your problems rather than keeping them all to yourself."
"Wow, does your dad ever gave any advice to your brother to respect your elders?"
"He does," she looked down. "But Troy mostly take his advice from mom. He's kinda boring sometimes. It's bad enough to get scolded by mom, but then my brother just had to make things worse."
Deilson glared at her. "And your dad?"
She gave a joyful look. "Dad is fun. He's opened minded and kinda silly. He sometimes gets nagged by my mom cause of his silly actions. He doesn't get mad if i ever get into trouble once in a while."
Deilson tried to picture her family. A mom that nags all the time, a brother that bullies his own sister for her mistakes, and a loving father.
"Well, i just told my problems. Now is your turn." She grinned.
Deilson sighed. He was less annoyed than before. But it wasn't enough to make him tell his tale. Silly child, you could never accept my true colour. He walks back into the house, leaving her again.