Angelo flew shivering through the icy rain.
The forecast didn't say rain, and he didn't think he'd be going anywhere today, but honestly there was no way around it, with his problem pressing against the back of his memory card, threatening to make him scream and plummet to the ground.
He hated heights, he always had. Whenever Matt wanted to go flying when they first met at the age of 6, (Matt just learned how and loved it) Angelo would politely turn the offer down, even though he could fly perfectly fine.
But that wasn't it this time, it was something more of importance, (As Gretta would have put it).
When he finally arrived at his destination, he let his body go limp on the doorstep, barely able to lift his body up.
When the figure who lived inside the house saw him through the window, he threw the door open.
"ANGELO! I, wha- I thought you were AFRAID of heights!" Matt asked worriedly
"I (Cough) Am…. I almost fell here…" Angelo sputtered
Matt hugged the soaking wet boy.
"Matt, you let someone in without asking who it was!" Samantha complained, her blue puppy Digit (Named after her FAVORITE cyber-celebrity Digit le-boid) playing carefree around her feet, rolling around a red and yellow striped ball, then her face dropped dead when she saw who it was. "A-Angelo? You're usually so polite, always knocking."
Suddenly Angelo went into a coughing fit, and Matt stopped hugging him and looked at his younger sister. "He came, with-OUT a car, something's wrong."
At that, Angelo remembered why he came in the first place, and it almost sent him into tears.
Samantha, being impatient, quickly thought of the most obvious solution. "What's wrong, you don't just barge into our house for nothing."
It was then did Angelo finally break down, tears falling down his face. He felt his heart skip a beat as he tried to choke out what had happened.
"Your Mom, kidnapped my Dad."