The suns rays shine overhead. Lighting up the Debris laying scattered among ruins of once frequently occupied roads. Over grown vines stretch out, clawing and growing beneath tar sealed streets. Lamp posts wilted over, metal corroded, bulbs blown. Jeez ...why's it getting worse an worse the longer we stay here. Sighing in exasperation I turn towards Anthony and Mrs O'neel. Anthony and Mrs O'neel are so common in appearance you'd think they're siblings rather than mother and son. Both bearing brown eyes. Pale complexions, short statures. A little over 5'5 , luckily Anthony is still young. He still has a few years to grow... hopefully... maybe.... probably not. Deadpanning at my own thoughts I try shaking them away. Bubbling laughter river baits through our airy street, heat rushing starts rushing to my face. It must have been amusing from a distance.
Grimacing at my own embarrassment I give a deep huff, crossing my arms in front of my chest and look towards brown aged fence to the left of our house. Hearing slight murmuring from between Anthony and Mrs O'neel before she beckons me towards them, giving a sweet smile my way before cocking her head at Anthony, motioning to come hither. Giving in with little resistance I make my way over.
"Now boys you remember the rule. Be back before dusk, okay?" Pulling Anthony under my arm, I start to mess his hair up with my left, grinning all the while looking down to meet Mrs O'neel's eyes. Flexing my arms above my head I say confidently, "We'll be fine Mrs O'neel, do you see these guns? Nothing will happen to a hair on this kids head!" What I said must not have been the right thing to say because immediately after the words leave my mouth, Mrs O'neel's smile turns to a frown, her brows knitting together, seeming to be conflicted. Guilt and confusion immediately swarm my heart, reaching out to hold her hands to try comforting her, I don't see Anthony's left hand balling into a fist and making contact with the right side of my torso.
Hunching over in sudden pain I breath in sharply, trying to gather back my stolen wind. Some what recovering from the sudden blow I snap my head to look up to Anthony, Who might I add is looking not even a little guilty. Rasping out between grit teeth I throw an insult right back. "Bastard! Why'd you go throwing fists HUH? Got a bone to pick? HUH? I'll kick your ass any da- Another fist comes down on my head , interrupting my rant. Looking up to see Mrs O'neel was the one to do the second blow. Frown is still present on her face but now her brows no longer knitted together in conflict but her left quirked up as if questioning my next move.
Quickly standing to my full height, sheepishly rubbing the back of my neck while looking anywhere but Mrs O'neel. "Now now Matt, you know better then to swear in front of me" Arm dropping from my neck, lazily hanging by my side I look to my shoes, avoiding making eye contact with either of them. Stinging discomfort shoots through my ear, feeling it get pulled to the side, I follow the movement as to not make the stinging worse. " and what did I tell you. You don't have to call me Mrs O'neel anymore. You may not be one by blood but you are one where it matters, okay? Never doubt that. You are a O'neel. Now and always" Releasing my ear then cupping my cheeks, she nods my head up and down.
Not one to argue with her, I just go along with her motions. After nodding a couple of times in agreement I feel its time to put an end to her little fun. Uh. Bending down at this angle is putting a strain on my back. Giving a quick blow of air to her face, makes her immediately withdrawing her hands. Swooping in, embracing her tightly, laying a kiss a top of her blond mop of hair, muttering a low " Thank you" By the way She loops her arms around me I can tell shes smiling. Glancing to my left I see Anthony staring back at me.
Reaching my arm towards him, I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. Anthony rolls his eyes before inching in slowly. Getting impatient, I reach over grabbing him by his sleeve, pulling him under my left arm. Mrs O'neel under my right. "I love you guys" they hug me just a bit tighter at my remark. " Your both the perfect height to be my arm rests" Two powerful strikes are delivered to my ribs, digging in to them even after the initial blows.
Stumbling backwards, clutching at me chest I wheeze painfully. " Okay. I deserve that" The sounding of footsteps on the pavement become louder and louder, making their way closer to me. There's a blur of blue before searing pain shoots through my foot. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR DICK HEAD?!? I screech, hopping around. "I'm not a kid" Growling I yell back " WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY? IT'S BEEN, LIKE FIVE MINUTES! " Yes it was necessary and correction it's been 7 minutes since then" " Smart ass, who even counts? "I do, dumb ass " "BOYS!" "HE STARTED IT"
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Hi there! I'm sorry if this is terrible I'm trying to do my best, but I do hope you enjoy it! I enjoy writing it. I do realize that the O'neel Brothers have a better character development so far but I hope to fix that once I finish the O'neel's section, so sorry if some things don't make sense I may have changed some stuff in earlier chapters to make the story flow better. Also how to pronounce the last name as how I intended it to be is "Oh - Kneel". Kinda get it? I f it doesn't fit like however you prefer then just stick to what feels right for you!
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