A/N: I decided to fix up the story. The first chapter had so much potential, but when I read on, it got really bad. It was basically a "Everyone must love Ronaldo or die" kind of thing. I think he may be in it, but as someone mentioned, not a main character like I intended.
The way home became serious.
"Arthur, why didn't you want me to talk to him?" D.W. was munching on a chocolate ice cream cone, "He didn't want to hurt me."
They stopped at the Sugar Bowl to get some ice cream, a friendlier way to tell D.W. what was going on currently and why she should stray from strangers.
"Well D.W., I'll explain," Arthur began, "A week ago, there was a kid who was at the park. Well, while he was playing, a man came up to him and asked him to help fix his toy. Of course, since he was five and pretty naive, he followed him to his car. The driver snatched the kid, locked all the car doors, and drove away really fast. His mom was in the bathroom, so she couldn't do anything. His parents filed an investigation once they heard about it and they found the boy gagged and tied up to a chair, next to some scalpels in the same apartment complex Francine lives in, all because he had not said no and ran away. I thought the man would've asked you the same thing and taken you too."
Then there was silence.
"Is that all true?" D.W.'s eyes started to widen. Uh oh. When D.W.'s eyes widen, it's a sign that she's going to start bawling her eyeballs out. Coming up next would be shaking, and then starting to slur her sentences. Or that she was scared to death.
"Yes. It was all over the news," Arthur was gobbling up his sundae if he had to catch a plane in just 5 minutes and had no time, "It's kinda surprising you never heard about it."
And then, large globs of tears started to form outside of D.W.'s eyes as she started to shake.
"Maybe it's time to go home." Arthur took D.W.'s hand and rushed out the door.