Messed Up Life

Intentional Accident?

"God, Arthur just loves to push blame on me. I may not even be the person who is wrong," Francis huffed as he lifted a glass of wine to his lips. The purple liquid flowed past his lips and he sighed in contentment. Really, after all that discussion, it could make a man real tired.

Arthur always enjoyed pushing him around and blaming him for things that weren't even his fault. Just because they had many quarrels in the past, he always uses that as a reason to push blame immediately to him!

"Now that I think about it. . ." Francis muttered quietly under his breath, "I am kinda sure I accidentally let it slip to Matthew. . .good thing that he kept my secret for me." Francis slipped a secretive smile onto his face and got up from his seat. "I should pay my little Matthew a visit, eh?"

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"It's hot out here!" Rebecca complained as she tugged on her cotton t-shirt. She was sitting on on of the porch chairs and watching Linda swing on the rocking chair. The other girl seemed to have no problem with the heat.

"You only say it's hot because you aren't used to living in the country side with no air conditioner," the girl teasingly accused. Rebecca stuck out her tongue at her friends indignation.

She used the heels of her foot to push herself further back into the seat. "Y'know, I haven't even been here for a week and I already feel bored. . . What do you do?"

Linda huffed and rolled her eyes. "Are you too used to living in your life in the city and not used to the heat of the country? God, your such a kid."

Rebecca glared and pouted. She pulled her foot up from the ground and the floorboards creaked as the chair moved back and forth. Her mother had made sure that the fan was constantly turned on whenever the temperature went up high. She wasn't used the heat of the summer. She groaned once again and she felt that sticky feeling in her throat. It felt as if her throat was all clogged up and she momentarily lost the ability to breathe.

She wouldn't go as far as to say that the heat was burning her skin but she would say that it felt like if heat was something physical, it would be squeezing her body painfully. Sparing a glance to Linda, she noticed how she had a nonchalant expression on her face and was staring off into the distance. The fact that her friend could stand the heat made her want to puke. Not because she was mortified at how much lesser she seemed- no it was because she wanted someone to complain to and her friend would most likely not understand. The fact that if felt like there was heat coiling at the bottom of her stomach barely helped too.

". . . Another one. . ."

Rebecca turned to face Linda once again while still clutching her stomach. She noticed how Linda was looking toward something in the sky and she followed her gaze up to the sky. Her worries and such were momentarily distracted when she saw the height the object in the sky was flying at.

"W-what?" Rebecca gaped at the plane that was flying at around the height of a three story building. This plane was flying too low to be considered normal!

As if reading her mind, Linda pulled her legs up from the ground and sat crossed-legged on the chair. Her fist rose up so her chin could rest upon it and her brows furrowed closely in concentration. She quietly muttered under her breath as if considering something but she also quickly shook her head.

"Well, it seems like it isn't one of the those commercial planes. . ." Linda frowned then shrugged her shoulders. "Well, there are such things as abnormalities. None of our business. I don't think it could be your parents looking for you. It wouldn't be as wide scale. You want to call them?"

Rebecca quickly shook her head and groaned as she pulled her head onto her lap.

'This can't be happening. . . This better not concern me (though it does seem exciting) '

Linda shook her head and rested it on her arms behind her head. "What do you suppose the plane is here for?"

"I am no- oh my god, NO!" Rebecca screeched as she got up from her position and ran into the house.

Linda raised an eyebrow and turned her head towards the sight which Rebecca freaked out about.

There was a blue helicopter flying a lower height than the previous plane and there was a male peaking though the door of the helicopter with a red helmet("Is he trying to be flashy? He sticks out like a sore thumb!). He had a long wavy blonde hair and ("Is he really wearing those creepy as hell sunglasses?!") a walkie talkie.

He seemed to be speaking into the walkie talkie and when he noticed her staring -squinting- he looked at her and winked.

Immediately, Linda jerked back and stared horrified as the helicopter flew away. She brought both hands and clutched at the sides of her shoulders.

"What was that?"