Cute

Linda stares gloomily at the pictures of Dixon. And a tear escaped her eyes. She missed him. So much. Still couldn’t understand why he keep pushing her away, she just want be a mother to him again. Help him in any way she can. He’s still her son after all.
“Still crying over him, he’s not dead” Bruce said leaning by the door.
“He’s ne’er taking him back, you know that too well. You’re only hurting yourself. Dinner is ready.” He approached Linda with his hands stuffed in his pocket.
“I don’t know what to feel, I told once he’s out of prison, we get to live together. Maybe they could at least settle out their differences. But I didn’t happen, it only went worse"

He took the album from her hands and dropped them on the shelf.
“I miss my son.”
“I know, but doesn’t mean you should keep locking yourself up in the room. Of you keep doing this, how are you gonna fix things up. Do you think Dixon will be happy seeing you like this, he might pick up another fight with dad. Thinking he did something to you.”
She buried her face in her palm.
“Albert has been so difficult lately. I doubt if he was my husband.”
“He’s your husband, you understand him better than either of us. If anyone is gonna fix this family. It’s you mom. No one else.”
“You’re right Bruce.”

“So get up, it’s easy seeing you like this.”
She stood up with a small smile, engaging Bruce in a hug.
“You came down late for dinner...” Linda looked at him and took a seat beside him. Bruce say at the far end of the table. Keeping his face down.
“You know you shouldn’t be late for dinner, everything has its time and when it’s time for dinner, I expect everyone to be down here at the exact time! “
“Enough Albert!” She snapped.
“Let’s eat in peace.”

“What’s that supposed to mean. I expect you to follow principles.”
“Stop it this nonsense talk. And let us eat.”
“I won’t let you talk to me in that tone woman!”
“Oh please “
“Lindane!” He yelled, dropping his cutlery.
“Just for once pretend we’re having a dinner together.”
“Am not doing this with you!” He pushed the chair backwards. Standing up.
“And where are you going.”
“What nonsense is that. Mind the way you talk to me. Where am going is non of your business. I won’t sit down and watch you sprout nonsense from your mouth.”
“Why’re being difficult. What’s wrong with you Albert.” She was already on her feet.
His eyes were a bit red. Which was unlike him. He was standing close to her and his right hand were in the air.
Linda froze. And shut her eyes. When she opened them he was gone. She heard him drive out of the mansion. She fell back to the chair. Bruce hugged her .
“This isn’t my husband, did you see the way he looked at me, he was gonna hit me.” She cried.
“It’s okay, everything will be fine.”

Albert drove out of the mansion heading towards his usual Bar. He wanted to call Peru to join him but maybe he wants to be alone tonight. There was changes in him. Changes he couldn’t decipher. And he doesn’t know if he was a good change or a bad one.
Saw Dixon through the rear mirror, looking so frustrated, his head was down, his upper buttons were unbuttoned. Held a duffel bag, he has been a little different from the last time he saw he, that was when he was released from prison.
He drove slowly, just watching him walks towards a street. And then he was out of sight...
Dixon opened the door and turn on the light since the room was completely dark. Why did she put out the light. The light turned on, there wasn’t anyone in here. He took off his shoes. Drop The duffle bag on the easy chair.
“Where is she?”

Did she perhaps leave. It would be better right, if she leaves, so his life would be lot more of a mess. But she couldn’t just leave like that. Could she?
He hurried upstairs to her room and flung the door opened. Searching the room. She wasn’t in sight. He ruffle his hair.
“Where are you?”
“ROAR!”
She jumped in front of him. He was startled. So he fell.
“Looking for me.” She smirked.
“You almost killed me.”
“Really.” She crouched down beside him.
“I thought you left.”
“I was going to.”

“What! You were going to leave.”
She nodded with a smile. “Joking, I like it here.”
“Really?” The smile came up his lips before he could stop them.
“Mmh” she nodded, her smile broaden. And he gawped at her. Without saying anything else but just staring at her smiling at him. Was it just him or the fact that she was glowing every day. Looking so much prettier.
He was lost for a second. Lost in staring at her.
She pulled away from him. Couldn’t take the stares he was giving her anymore. Standing on her feet. What’s wrong with him, he just made things awkward between them.
He cleared his throat and stood up as well. Itching his neck, he didn’t know what to say, his head went black, he couldn’t think of anything.
And she sniffed the air around him.
That was when he remembered he bought something for Her. She raced downstairs. He wanted to follow but halted for a while. Slapjacks himself for a while.
Is she really a suspect?

The demon everyone is afraid of, the one detective Sean is earnestly Looking for.
And now he wish is non of these things. That she was a just a lost orphan with a lost memories.
Right now he wished she was just human.
When he came downstairs, she had finished the entire beef he bought and was staring at the jean in her hands. She was happy he came late, and didn’t get to see her eyes change. She had noticed her eyes changes into three different colors.
When she’s normal, it’s her usual deep sea blue eyes, when she so hungry, it’s golden or flame. And when she’s in her full form it’s entirely black.
“You like it?” He asked standing close to her.
She nodded. Still staring at it.

“You said You’re poor but buy me stuffs everyday.”
“Well, lets just say I’ve a little source.” She shrugged.
“You’re learning pretty fast.” She flash her cute smile at her.
“I want us to be friends.” He said taking her hands, that seems to be the only safer way to get closer to her. So he could know her better.
“What’s a friend?”
“A friend is someone you trust, someone you tell everything, someone you don’t lie to. Like a bond.”
“Friends and they don’t lie. I want to be friends with you.”
He wanted to see a reason to defend her. A reason to protect her more.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah”
She mimicked. He chuckled and pat her hair.
“You’re cute.”
Whatever that word means she didn’t mind cause she liked it.