Matt struggled to get off the couch and instead fumbled to the floor. Illia choked on her coffee from laughing. He glared up at her with his groggy green eyes. She smirked and took another gulp of her drink. He got off the floor and brushed himself off.
He walked into the kitchenette, and she pointed to the coffee machine, which was still full. He smiled at her and got a cup from the cupboard and filled it with caffeine. He leaned against the counter, beside her, and sipped the hot coffee slowly. Shan emerged from the bedroom and joined them, though she didn't bother with any coffee.
"Today's the day~" Illia sung in a chirpy tone. Matt frowned and looked over at Shan, who had shadows under her eyes. "C'mon Matt, smile, it's your idea after all." she teased. After a few moments of silence, she frowned too. "You can't seriously still be pissed about what happened yesterday."
"That stupid brat continuously causes issues, it's annoying." he pinches the bridge of his nose. Shan slaps his back.
"Be nice to your kid. It's no time for us to be stressed, we've got a mission ahead of us." she said, with an unwelcomed can-do tone.
"Yes, Octavio, I have one of the kids...No I didn't let him know I took him. If all goes well, I'll play it off...Yeah, whatever. In the meantime, do your job too, I'll see you when you come in a month. Okay bye, love you too." Ruth hung up the phone and sighed.
"Mom?" a voice squeaked from behind. She jumped and turned around, looking down and seeing Blake. She grinned and clasped her hands together.
"May I help you, Blake?" she asked, slightly annoyed.
"The new boy is sneezing and coughing in the bathroom." Ruth frowned and gritted her teeth.
She started walking to the bathroom, whispering under her breath. "Of course, I chose the sickly one."
Carita ran through the busy airport, rushing to get to her terminal. She was lucky enough to make it right before the stewardess boarded and she was let on after her ticket was reviewed. She sat down in her seat and took a deep breath. The man next to her was asleep and the aisle seat was empty, so she took out her journal and drew down her tray table. It was labelled 'Mi Carita'. She smiled solemnly, opening the book.
It had many pictures of a boy standing next to her, with brown hair and the widest smile. She sniffled, turning page after page until she found the one's she was looking for. The first was filled with pictures of a beach surrounded by a forest, along with a parking lot. The next had pictures of the cars up-close, the license plates circled. The third was a picture of a specific van with the license plate, HK 738, and a picture of a house.
She closed her book with a new, determined look, reminding herself what she was doing and who it was for.
"You're such a smart boy, Charlie." Carita grinned. Charlie smiled up at his mother. She pointed at another word.
"Laterize. To cause something to be located." he beamed. She nodded.
"Correct again, my little scholar." she giggled. He looked down at the book and pointed at a different word.
"What about this word, mother?" he looked at her, curiosity in his eyes.
"Don't be silly sweetheart, it's the word love, I say it all the time."
"But what does it mean, mother?" he tilted his head.
"It means you care about someone very much. Just like I care about you, and how you'll care about someone else in the future." she smiled and hugged him tightly.
Charlie sighed and looked up at Davin, who looked even more stressed out than before. He stood up from his mattress and took a deep breath, walking over to him and gripping his shoulders. Davin stopped and stared blankly at him. "What?" he huffed.
Charlie looked down and took another deep breath. "You're still upset with me?" he muttered. Davin scowled.
"Of course I am! Now that Matt knows what's beyond the damn point YOU created, we'll probably all get in trouble! Not to mention that woman took Georgie! You're a major fuck-up."
"You're not supposed to curse, Davin." Charlie muttered, folding his arms. He looked down as Davin sighed and walked away.
"So now your good, huh, Charlie?" Davin smiled sarcastically. Charlie flinched and refused to react. Davin growled and sat beside Ozzie. He was a little surprised but didn't say anything, for about a minute anyway.
"Davin, do you know when Georgie is coming back?" he looked up at him and Davin scrunched his notes.
"How would I know?!" he huffed and laid down on the mattress. Ozzie pouted and stared at Charlie, who was messing with his hair. He sighed and crawled into the corner of the room. No one said anything, and they all just sat in silence.
Ruth held Georgie's head as he vomited inside the toilet as her other covered her nose. She had a disgusted look on her face. He threw up at spat out the pieces that lingered. He retched. He spat out some more and nodded his head. She lifted his head up, flushed the toilet and handed him a toothbrush.
She lifted him onto the stool and left the bathroom while he brushed his teeth. He got off the stool and stepped outside, where Ruth was waiting for him with a hot cup of ginger tea. She handed it to him with a cloth around it so he wouldn't get burnt. He sipped it slowly and was directed to a seat on the couch.
Ruth and two other boys sat down on the couch after him. Ruth grabbed the television remote and turned it on to the first channel. She put it down and relaxed her body. Georgie looked at her and she smiled down at him.
"I guess Matt doesn't let you watch television? He seems like the strict type." she chuckled. "I let my boys, what's the worst that could happen, right?"
Just then, the television broadcast was interrupted by a missing persons reporter. "This just in, the possible location of 6-year-old, Georgie Tomlinson, has been anonymously tipped to the police."
Ruth smirked nervously and got up. "Well, fuck." she got up and went over to the phone. She dialled a number and it took a few seconds to pick up. "We have an issue."
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Mistero / Thriller'Everyone seems normal, but we all have secrets.' The year was 1986. All Georgie wanted to do was get to school, but he never made it. Instead, he was kidnapped and forced to live out the rest of his years in a basement surrounded by people with sim...
