Deilson Joy

Problems

"Hey Deilson, wanna follow me to the hardware store," Karl asked. "I need to buy some nails for the fence."
Deilson gave a shrug.
"... sure."
James appeared from the stairs.
"Can i follow pa?" He asked.
"Sure thing."
Ezhan went behind James.
"Can i join too, uncle Karl?"
Karl scratched the back of his head.
"The more, the merrier."
Ezhan looked at her brother, who's in the kitchen eating some toast.
"Hey Troy, wanna tag along?" She asked her brother.
Deilson felt Troy giving him a cool stare. He saw pure hatred in the teenager.
"No," Troy said. "I need to study."

Karl entered the store. Deilson and the kids followed behind.
"Morning Manny," Karl greeted. "I'll need some nails for the new fence."
"Well, just tell me what type do you need." Manny replied.
Deilson walked around the store, looking at the tools. It reminded him of weapons. He felt something, flowing through his veins. But it was slow and calm. It was almost the same as the feeling he had after his freedom was taken. He tried to remember his years in that prison, but couldn't remember any. He stood there, unable to believe that he actually had no memory but the day he got in and yesterday. Troy's word whispered in his head, "i don't think spending ten years in jail was enough to rehabilitate you."
"Alright," Karl grabbed a box filled with nails. "Let's get that fence done."
He saw Deilson staring at some tools.
"Something caught your eye?" He asked.
Deilson snapped from his thoughts and looked at Karl.
"... Yeah," Deilson tried to make up a sentence. "Just that... it reminded me of the tools i used to use."

As they entered the truck, James asked his father that he wanted to go the bookstore.
"Lemme guess, you wanna buy more of those weird Japanese comics."
"It's called manga."
"Whatever."
Deilson looked out the window as Karl drove towards the bookstore. He saw citizens walking in the streets, living thier life. They stopped at the traffic lights. Another car stopped next to them. Deilson saw two men in the car, both of them looked asian. The driver's eye met his. Why does this guy looked familiar? Deilson thought. The driver looked away as the lights turned green.

In the bookstore, James explored the japanese comic section while Ezhan curiously followed Deilson, who was wandering around.
"Hey Deilson, you ok?" She asked.
Deilson turned around. "Yeah... just walking."
"You seem troubled."
Deilson got a bit annoyed, but then the annoyance disappeared. He felt something calling him. He looked around bookstore.
"H-hey, you alright?" Ezhan asked.
Deilson ignored her and started walking around. Deilson froze as he saw a man wearing a tuxedo at the counter. The man bought a book and walked out. Deilson stood there in silent. He can't think straight, his mind began to spin.
"Hey Deilson," Karl put his hand on Deilson's shoulder. "You alright? You don't look well."
"I... i need a walk. You guys can go home first. I'll walk myself home." Deilson replied.
"You sure? Do you even remember your way home?"
"Yeah." Deilson walked out of the bookstore.

Deilson strolled the town and eventually found himself in a place where sins can be forgotten but not forgiven. He sat in the bar for hours, clouding his mind with each sip. Deilson tried to recall his memories, but he knew alcohol will only make things worst. The bartender looked at him.
"You know you gotta pay for that right?" He said.
Deilson barely heard him, but he knew what the bartender wanted just by looking at him. Money, the modern world's new god, he thought. The bartender looked away from him.
"Aren't you a bit too young for a drink?" He asked.
"Nah, i'm just paying from him." The girly voice echoed in Deilson's ear.
He turned and saw a teenage girl wearing a green jacket and brown hair. Deilson rubbed his eyes to break the illusion, but she was still there.
"Y-you've got to be kidding me... what the hell are you doing here?"
Ezhan gave a shrug. "To watch over my drunk uncle?"
"Have you been following me?"
"Well... since you left the bookstore."
Deilson rested his head with his hand. He couldn't believe it. His niece followed him to a bar. Deilson's drunken mind suddenly gone full focus. The alcohol effects were fading fast. That's when the goosebumps started crawling all over him.
"What do we have here?" A muscular man with a bald head asked his friends. "A cute little girl in a bar."
Deilson saw the bartender looking casual. It was like the bartender had seen this before, therefore he kept cleaning the empty glasses. Deilson felt disgusted by the bartender for not giving a shit at all. Those are the kind of people he hated, the bystanders, the ones that sat back and enjoy the show.
"Don't touch me!" Ezhan yelled.
"You're a feisty one. Care for a dance?" The leader said.
Deilson's mind grow sharper, his vision was clearer, the alcohol effects were completely gone. As the man was about to touch Ezhan, Deilson, still sitting, grabbed his forearm. The man pulled back and started to rage.
"Why you little piece of shit! Think you're a hero!?" He threw a punch, but Deilson caught his fist.
The man was much bigger than him. Deilson wasn't muscular as the man, he was just a guy wearing a white collared shirt, but his eyes were burning blue. The man jerked back.
"Uncle Deilson," Ezhan began to get scared. "I think we should leave."
Deilson stood from his sit and sigh. Although Deilson gave a calm expression, he was panicking in the inside. He was drowning in his own mind, his head started to give out commands. The group of men attacked him, but Deilson dodge all their attacks, until he ducked. He could feel the adrenaline pumping in his veins, his mind was lighting fast. He was aware of the situation but he couldn't control his body or his own mind. He swept the floor with his right leg, tackling all the men and started fighting back. Ezhan watched in horror as her uncle fought swiftly. Deilson grabbed the last guy by the neck and slammed him onto the table, breaking it into two. All the men passed out, but they weren't dead.
"That's one hell of a partner you got there." The bartender said calmly.
Ezhan stares at the bartender blankly. Deilson was breathing heavily. His vision starts to get blurry. He walked out towards the cool, rainy night and kneel at the sidewalk. Ezhan saw her uncle being soaked in the rain. She took out her phone and dialed.