Ominous Twists

Creamy fingertips grazed the shambles of the old Radley place, and began grinding themselves against the smooth surface of the earth. A grimace tugged at my coral-tinged lips, as I cleared my throat.

"Dill," I murmured defiantly. "Leave Mr. Arthur alone, please!"

Dill lips curled into a mischievous smirk, as he shook his head. His ears wobbled around his head like an elephant's.

"You got to see Boo, and I'd like to, too!" he whined. I released a petty sigh into the fall atmosphere. "You know Mr. Nathan's gonna shoot you," I countered. "He shoots any ol' shadow he sees, and I doubt he'll spare a little boy." A smirk overtook my lips.

Dill stuck his tongue out at me.

"I'm goin' in an' you ain't stoppin' me!"

He snuck into the house like a jackrabbit on a corn field, never to be seen again.

I surpassed an annoyed groan.

After thirty minutes of endless impatience, due to waiting for Dill, Jem strolled by.

"What're you doing?" he asked curiously, mirth floating in his eyes.

"Waitin' for Dill," I replied casually. "He won't come out the Radley place, and I reckon ol' Mister Arthur don't like that."

Jem glowered in my direction disapprovingly.

"You know Atticus don't like it when you bother Mr. Arthur," he drawled emotionlessly.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm out here, Jem. I ain't botherin' Mr. Arthur. I'm waiting for Dill. Thought that was obvious enough but..."

Jem groaned, and began hobbling his way towards the house.

"Now what're you doing?"

Jem shook his head. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting Charles Baker Harris outta that house. You comin' Scout?"

I nodded, but my thoughts couldn't help but ponder about this for a minute. It seemed to be trapped in the voids of reminiscence.

Was Jem really going inside the Radley place to retrieve Jem, or was he going in out of his own curiousity?

The house smelt like rotten flesh, and death, which is something I've never consumed before. Erratic sobs lingered inside the old establishment, with Dill hiding underneath an old mahogany vanity.

Jem and I shared befuddled looks, and crouched underneath the cobweb adorned furniture.

"Dill, what happened?" Jem inquired curiously. "Boo Radley's sobbing," Dill replied nonchalantly, although there was a certain edge in his voice.

I began roaming towards the room with light, like a moth attracted to cloth, and widened my eyes at the tattered photograph Mr. Arthur held in his firm grip.

He clung onto a portrait of Mayella Ewell, and just then, Dill, Jem, and I learned the real reason why Arthur Radley was shunned away from Society for all those years.

Arthur Boo Radley was in love with Mayella Violet Ewell.