Ava Queens Nash
Age seven.
He's going to be a criminal when he grows up. Either that or a mafia or an assassin or a gangster or a mob or anything bad. Yeah that's right. Whatever he is going to be, its going to be bad.
He has to be.
First, he's wearing all black: black jeans and a black hoodie with the hood up.
And second, he's very carefully and cautiously pouring water on my ground.
From a big bottle of water though.
I'm currently standing behind the thick trunk of a tree and watching him secretly.
Or more like watching his back, because he's facing away from me, walking backwards.
And then he looked around carefully and walked away. Inside my house as i followed him up to the terrace.
Why the the hell is he going to my terrace.
Thats when he removes a string from his pocket and starts laying it everywhere on terrace.
I dont know what he is upto. Whatever it is though, its not good, it can't be. Nothing related to him is ever good.
It might be- forget might- it is dangerous. Whatever the hell he is doing. Anything he ever does is dangerous.
The practical thing for me to do right now is to turn around and run. Run to my dad and warn him that he is again going to do something bad.
The practical thing would be to stay away from him like my dad always asked me to.
I am not going to let him do any bad thing tonight. Tonight is special.
So i am happy. Very happy.
Except for this. I'm not happy about this, whatever it is that he is doing.
I mean, if he's really doing something bad then shouldn't I confront him? Shouldn't I stop him? Beacuse whatever thing he is doing, he is doing that in my house.
My house, my property and my estate.
Well, not technically. It is my dad's. For now. Soon it will be mine when i am of age.
"I know you're out there watching me."
My thoughts come to a screeching halt at those words.
His words.
He said them, right?
Yes, he did.
Even though he hasn't turned around or stopped doing whatever it is that he's doing.
What the hell is he doing though?
"I can sense you fucking thinking from over there."
No no no... i shouldn't, i shouldn't, i should-
"I'm not fucking thinking." my words came out before i could stop them.
At this, he finally stops and straightens up, cocking his head to the side slightly as if paying attention to me itself is annoying him.
"What?"
"I'm just thinking. Period. No fucking thinking."
Okay, that sounded so much better and smarter in my head, I swear.
