Accident
1273 Words
“Elias, are you sure this is a good idea?” Ethan asked, tightening the straps of his tiny backpack as they walked side by side.
Elias grinned mischievously, hugging his little hoodie closer. “Of course it is. Don’t you want to see where Mama works?”
“I do,” Ethan muttered, then glanced around. “But we’re gonna get in so much trouble. You know she’s gonna be mad when she finds out we left after school!”
“She won’t be mad if we surprise her,” Elias said confidently. “It’ll make her happy.”
Ethan shot him a skeptical look. “You sure about that?”
“Very sure.”
There was a beat of silence before Ethan mumbled, “Do we even know how to get there?”
Elias smirked and patted his chest proudly. “I took it for myself.”
“Took what?”
“The card. Mama’s card. It has the name of her company on it. BIC Enterprises.”
Ethan’s eyes widened. “You stole her business card?”
“I didn’t steal it! I borrowed it. I’m gonna give it back.”
They reached the sidewalk where a few cabs were parked.
And one of the drivers rolled down his window, eyeing the small boys with amusement.
“You two runaways or something?” he asked, half-joking.
“We’re not runaways!” Elias said indignantly.
“We’re going to visit our mom.
She works at BIC Enterprises.”
The cabman raised a brow. “You serious?”
“Yes, sir,” Ethan said politely. “Can you take us there?”
The man chuckled. “Kids these days. Alright, hop in.”
They scrambled into the backseat, legs swinging as they tried to sit still.
Elias showed the cab man the business card like he was on some top secret mission.
The drive was full of chatter, most of it coming from Elias, who kept pointing at things on the road and making sound effects like he was in a spy movie.
Ethan just kept checking the time and biting his lip.
Finally, the cab pulled up in front of a massive silver-and-glass building with “BIC ENTERPRISES” displayed in bold at the top.
“Whoa…” Elias breathed, his face pressed against the window.
Ethan’s mouth dropped open. “Is this really where Mama works?”
“It’s so big,” Elias whispered, hopping out of the car.
The boys stood side by side on the pavement, their heads tilted all the way back, gazing up at the towering structure like it was a palace.
“She works in there?” Ethan asked again, still not fully believing it.
“I told you Mama is important,” Elias said proudly.
“Why didn’t we come here before?” Ethan asked.
“Because you’re chicken,” Elias teased.
Ethan rolled his eyes and stepped forward.
“Come on, let’s”
And just as they were about to walk over to the other side a loud vroom ripped through the air.
“Ethan, look out!” Elias yelled, pushing his brother back just as a sleek black car came speeding around the curve.
The edge of the car grazed Elias’s elbow as he stumbled and fell to the ground.
“Elias!” Ethan screamed.
Tires screeched, burning rubber into the pavement. The black silk car slammed to a halt just inches away.
People near the entrance turned.
The security guard began moving forward quickly.
Ethan dropped to his knees beside his twin. “Elias! Are you okay? Say something!”
Elias blinked and groaned. “I think my butt is broken…”
Ethan sighed in relief, then looked up furiously at the car. “Hey! You almost hit my brother!”
The sleek black car sat idling, a low hum vibrating from the engine. A few onlookers had gathered nearby, whispering.
Inside the car, the tinted window lowered fully, revealing an elderly man in a crisply tailored suit with silver hair slicked back and sharp, observant eyes.
He looked directly at the boys.
Ethan stood with his arms folded, glaring. “Don’t just look at us like that! You almost knocked my brother to the ground!”
Elias sat on the pavement, rubbing his elbow with an exaggerated frown. “Yeah! You could’ve squashed me like a pancake!”
The driver reached for the door handle, but the old man beside him raised a hand to stop him.
“No, Frank. Let me handle this.”
With a heavy grace, Mr. Blackwood’s father opened the car door himself and stepped out.
He buttoned his jacket slowly as he walked toward the boys, his expensive shoes clicking softly against the pavement.
He stopped a few feet away and looked them over with narrowed eyes not cold, but curious.
“I’m truly sorry,” he said, voice calm and composed. “I didn’t see your brother. Are you hurt?”
Elias puffed up his chest. “I’m fine. I’ve got tough bones.”
Mr. Blackwood’s father cracked a small smile. “Clearly.”
He glanced between the boys, then asked, “Who’s your father?”
The twins looked at each other. Ethan scratched his head, and Elias shrugged.
“Mama didn’t really tell us that part,” Ethan said bluntly.
Elias nodded. “Yeah. We asked before, but she just changed the subject.”
The old man blinked, slightly taken aback. “I see...
And who is your mother, then he asked?”
And at that question the twins’ eyes lit up.
“Our mama works in this building!” Ethan said proudly, pointing at the massive glass tower.
“She’s really important,” Elias added. “
“Do you know her?” Ethan asked. “Her name is Irene! She’s got the prettiest hair and she smells like cookies sometimes.
Mr. Blackwood’s father didn’t answer immediately.
He just stared at the boys, studying their faces, their expressions, the sparkle in their eyes.
It was like looking back in time.
They reminded him so much of his son especially that stubborn tilt of the chin Ethan had.
“Irene,” he repeated softly. “Interesting.”
Then he smiled again, slower this time. “Would you boys like a ride in this car?”
Ethan blinked. “In that car? Like like a real ride?”
“It’s not fake, is it?” Elias whispered in awe, already stepping closer.
“But…” Ethan hesitated. “Mama said we shouldn’t talk to strangers.”
“I understand,” the old man nodded. “Smart woman, your mother is.”
Then there was a short pause before hen Elias looked up at Ethan with pleading eyes but he doesn’t feel like a stranger.”
Ethan bit his lip, then whispered, “We have only known him for five minutes.”
Grinning and ignoring his brother, Elias grabbed the car door handle. “We’ll sit in the back like royalty!”
The old man chuckled a warm, deep laugh.
“Alright then, princes hop in.”
They both climbed into the car with excitement painted all over Elias face and Ethan looking around suspiciously.
Mr. Blackwood’s father followed them in, and then pulled the door shut with a soft click.
As the engine purred to life again, the boys peeked out the tinted windows.
“Whoa…” Elias whispered. “You can’t even see through these from outside!”
Ethan nodded. “This is the coolest day of my life.”
And with that, the black car rolled slowly into the gates of BIC Enterprises.
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