Claim By the Don

　　Ava p.o.v

　　"Ava" Tricia yell from the living room for the twentieth time.

　　Tricia is my roommate and best friend, we met on our first week of resumption. I needed a roommate so she offered I stay with her even though she actually wasn't looking for one.

　　Mom must have like Tricia on first sight because she agreed without hesitation, saying for a young girl to live alone is very dangerous. My mom can be extremely protective when it's comes to her kids, but let's face it, which mother won't turn a tigress when it comes to her kids.

　　So I don't blame her for being overprotective, even though it's drives me crazy at times.

　　So for the past four months I've been living with this wild wolf, shhh, don't tell her I say that, or I'm dead meat.

　　Tricia can be sweet and caring when she wants to, she had a heart of gold, the best roommate I could ever ask for. But occasionally her big sister mode kicks in, and she becomes wild but nonetheless I love her.

　　"What?"  I asked innocently, I can practically see her rolling her eyes at my act of pretence.

　　Ok, maybe I wasn't all innocent, but a girl needs her bubble bath.

　　"You've been in there all morning, and you're asking me what?" she said in disbelief," if you waste one minute in there I swear to God I'll drag you out by your hair" she growled through grits teeth, I almost laugh out, remember keyword almost. I would rather not be Tricia's prey, you've got to see her angry and I bet you it's not pretty.

　　She is always like this, waking up last and have me take quick shower but not today. Today is the perfect day to have my revenge and made up for all those quick showers she made me have.

　　Let me tell you revenge is sweet.

　　Tricia had a critical test so that's explain why she is extra piss.

　　I came out of the bathroom fully dressed in a peach colored sundress that stop on my knees with a tiny black belle belt, a silver stun earrings to compliment the dress and a black sandals with tiny pearls designing it.

　　 I cat walked out of the bathroom flicking my strawberry-blonde hair off my shoulder just to annoy Tricia more.

　　And boy does she look mad.

　　If looks could kill I would be six feet under the ground by now.

　　"Bitch." She hissed glaring daggers at me then push pass me to the bathroom.

　　"But you love me" I yell over my shoulder to her.

　　"You should be glad, and I wish I don't, I would've strangled you by now." She throws one last glare my way before slamming the door shot in my face.

　　If she wanted so badly to get ready on time, she should at least be up early.

　　Not up to twenty minutes, she out of the bathroom like a breeze, I bet she didn't bath well.

　　"let's go." She mumbled, and I quietly follow behind to her car, we get in and drove off. Above speed limit.

　　Tricia dropped me by my department block before speeding off to her law faculty.

　　My guess is: She wants to get over with the test.

　　Turning to enter my first class, Economics. My other friend, Nathan but like we can him, Nate. Greets me with a warm hug, no strings attached, thank you very much.

　　He's gay.

　　"Oh, my Ava, look how pale you are, what has that bitch of a roommate done to you" Nate exclaimed dramatically, looking all serious, but I can see this fake seriousness, He's just kidding around.

　　"You don't want her hearing what you've just said now, do you?" I warned, a smirk tugging on my lips as I shake my head.

　　Tricia will no doubt castrate him that's for sure, ok, not that they don't get along with each other. That's their own way of playing, though I sometimes don't understand them until I realized they're playing.

　　"like she could do a thing." Nate scoff rolling his eyes.

　　"Really Nate" I threaten, giving him that don't test me look.

　　"Oh, Of course not I love my balls were they are." He laughed throwing his head back. We took our seats as our professor, MR Whilem entered and lecture begins.

　　I smiled as I stare at the bold letters written 'MOM' it's been a while since we last talked especially with dad's constant drinking.

　　"Hello baby girl." Mom's tender voice came from the other side of the phone, how I've missed hearing this voice.

　　"Mom." I chirped excitedly.

　　"How are you doing over there, hope you don't lack any school or food supplies."

　　"I'm fine, Mom." I replied and heard her sigh in relief.

　　"How are you guys." I asked back.

　　"we are fine, darling."

　　"And dad?" I asked even though I already knew the answer to that.

　　"That's nothing to worry about dear, you just focus on your studies" she reassured, but who am I kidding.

　　If I were to believe that everything is fine with dad around, then I had another think coming.

　　My dad isn't this way while I was a kid, he was sweet, caring, and a loving father to us. He was the type of dad every kid could ask for, but everything changed when his Business went bankrupt, and he has to let it go to those who invested in the business.

　　He was devastated, he resorted to drinking for comfort but since when does drink help solve your problems, it's rather increased it. It made him miserable and turned him into an alcoholic.

　　"Ok." Deciding not to press it further.

　　"Ava my dear, please be careful with people you interact with, there are always bad guys lurking around." She sounds worried.

　　 A frown creeps it way to my face, yes there are bad guys around. But mom using my name in a warning means something isn't right, and why do I feel it in the back of my head that something is really wrong?

　　"Ok, mom, I promise. Can we talk later." I said ending the conversation.

　　"Alright dear." The line went dead.

　　Now I'm restless and curious, what exactly is wrong, is dad giving them hard time. Or did he cause some sort of trouble.

　　I'm definitely going home this weekend no doubt about it.

　　"What happened, you look stress out." Tricia's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, she walked out of the changing room in the coffee shop were we both work.

　　Now, not that Tricia needed the Job nor the money, well, basically because her parents are wealthy and her boyfriend is well loaded. She even offered to give me her paycheck every month, but I so kindly refused. I can't just take the money she worked hard for, I would be best described as a desperate greedy bitch if I do.

　　Like whom the hell does that.

　　"Well?" I told her my conversation with mom and emphasis on the dangerous people as well.

　　"I think she's just looking out for you." Tricia said thoughtfully, I already know that which mother doesn't look out for their kids, but there is also a hint of fear in her voice.

　　Mom has never spoken like this even when dad has started his mental abuse, her voice has always been firm. And hearing her talk this way only means there's trouble in paradise.

　　"No Tricia something is up." I broke the silent that has stretch between us.

　　 Tricia fixed her gaze on me as if searching for something.

　　 "If that's what you think then, you are going home this weekend"

　　Tricia said in an end of discussion tone and I couldn't agree more with her, if we are in other situations I would have argue with her for using that tone on me but not this time.

　　We both walk out to the counter.

　　"Ava, please go attend to table six" Mason, the guy behind the counter said with sweats running down his forehead, quavering lips and trembling fingers, then return to what he was doing or pretending to be doing.

　　A frown spread on my face confused, as to why his shaking. Is he cold or something, I turn away to go find table six. But the tension in the air is like a knife cutting through your skin.

　　 WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE.