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Foggy Mountain

Moses POV:

The movie had just ended and we were all walking out of the cineplex and into the parking lot. The bright light poles made the parking lot bright in the dark night sky. We were walkin' over to Robert E.'s blue supped -up GT Mustang and my jacked-up Chevy Avalanche whenever Robert E. blurted out, "Man, that movie was awesome. We ought'a go see it 'gain."

"Again?" Betty asked in a squeak as I just let out a chortled chuckle, my arm draped over her shoulder as we walked side by side.

"Really, Robert E.?" Mariah arched her dark brow at him. Shaking her head, she told him, "I know it's a good movie, but how bout we go see somethin' else next time."

As we got deepr into the parking lot I noticed that parked right by our vehicles was none other than Billy's old truck. Worse then that, Billy was leaning 'gainst his truck's grill. Waiting for us, why tho I didn't know. Great, this was going to be the cherry on the shit show sundae of a day. Damn, and I thought everything got turned 'round with the dinner and movie too.

"Ah, Mo, I see yer just like yer sister. Takin' up with Hatfield trash."

"Shut up, Billy or I'll make ya. Don't go insultin' my girl."

Billy just snickered at me, the corner of his mouth raised in a sarcastic sneer. Turning his attention to Mariah, the object of his obsession, he spat out, "And Mariah, how could ya b'come such a whore an' run off wit' that Hatfield when y'know yer s'pose t'be with me?"

"Don't call Mariah a whore, ya drunken dick."

Oh shit, I smell a fight brewing.

"A'ight, then how 'bout I just call 'er a gold-digger then? I mean with that fancy car of yers that yer poppy paid for, she must be wit'cha for the money."

"Billy, are you so conceited or stpid that you can't understand that I just don't like you, but like him instead. It's not about money, I just care about Robert E."

"Yea…right…just keep tellin' yerself that t'sleep at nite."

"Billy, shut up. Stop tryin' to play the pitiful poor kid card." I ordered my childhood best friend, who as of the moment I was growing distant from due to his crazy way of thinking and my own relationships with people he viewed as the enemy.

"Don't tell me t'shut up. Hell, yer 'nother rich kid with yer uncle paying yer way." Billy snapped at me, his eyes looking a bit crazy. Dear lord, how much did he drink 'fore comin' here? Hell, he must be drunk cause he knew that Uncle Perry made me work for my money, he just didn't hand it out freely. "Bet it must be nice bein' able to get yer cars and trucks all tuned up no matter the cost." He sarcastically said, pushing himself away from his truck grill with his foot. Closing the distance between us, Billy said in a slight seethe, "Even tho my truck don't look like much I bet she could out run ya'll driftin' Foggy Mountain."

Oh no no no no he didn't. He didn't just challenge us to that. Hell, that was the mountain turnpike with all the random turns just south of down town Pikeville, but still in the town itself. Shit, I only drifted the route once when I was in high school and I nearly crashed my truck, not to mention almost gave myself a heart attack.

"Hell, Billy, ya can't out run Bonnie Blue here." Robert E. bragged, gesturing to his blue mustang. "You've got yourself a race, McCoy." Ah shit, he's accepting the challenge.

Looking at me the auburn asshole asked, "Ya in, Moses?"

I wanted to say no since I was stuck 'tween friends, but of course I said, "Yea, I'm in.", cause I didn't wanna look chicken. Shit, now I'm stuck racing and drifting that damn turnpike route.

The turnpike was dark and we were halfway done with the route. So far Robert E. was in the lead with me and Billy going head to head behind him. Betty was next to me, calming her nerves by listening to the honky tonk channel on the radio. She looked a bit edgy, biting her lip as we whizzed down the random windin' roads. Honestly, I was runnin' on pure adrenaline as I navigated the risky turnpike route at a high speed. George Strait began to sing over my radio as a sharp turn appeared up ahead. I pulled up my e-brake and turned my steerin' wheel a bit wide to drift the thing, causing Betty's voice to hitch nervously as she sang along to the song on the radio.

Billy was floorin' it as he drifted by me, a bit too tightly. When the sharp curve was over instead of straightenin' up, Billy's ass end was fish tailin' cause he didn't do the drift right. I tried to stay way from him, but his out of control fish tailin' made that impossible. 'Fore I could slam on my brakes and pull up the e-brake I slammed into Billy's ass end. The force of the hit sent him careening down the mountainside while I started to spin in circles, basically hydroplaning without a slick wet road. I quickly pulled by e-brake and slammed on my breaks, bringing my truck to a quick and jerkin' stop.

"Moses, wait!" Betty cried out as I quickly got out of the truck. Ignorin' my girlfriend, I rushed over to the side of the mountain that Billy's truck had flew down. At the bottom of the valley I saw the truck upturned. I immediately began to run down to help him, only to stop and fall to my knees in defeat as I watched the old truck burst into flames and blow up with Billy in it.

Oh my god, I just accidently killed my best friend!

I don't even know how long I was sunk of my knees watchin' the flames lick and flicker 'round the exploded truck for whenever I was drug up to my feet by somebody. I looked up only to see that it was Bad Frank that had a hold of me. "What happened, Moses?"

"It was an accident. We were racin' and…." I told the man runnin' for Sherriff, trailing off before I could admit what I'd done.

A flash of sympathy shone in his beady eyes before he told me, "I'm gonna have to take you in for questionin' and to get a statement." Letting my shoulders go he said, "You'll wanna call your sister if you want a lawyer present."

Not knowin' how to explain this mess to Nova, I told Bad Frank in flat tone, "Yea, just call her for me."

"Your girlfriend, her brother, and the Wolford girl's on top o'the hill talkin' to Ransom. They say they don't know what happened; that they were in a car in front of ya'll and only turned back to see what happened when they saw the crash in the review." Bad Frank told me as we began to make our trek up the mountain side. Oh, thank god Robert E.'s not lettin' Betty admit that she was with me. I'd prefer to take the fall for this on my own and apparently her brother feels the same way.

Nova POV:

I was laying in bed with Cap and we were watching Ghostbusters, the original one, whenever our phons started to ring. Cap grabbed his from his bedside table while I grabbed mine from my side table. I heard him answer his phone with a simple, 'Yea?', while I noticed that Bad Frank was calling me. Um, why? Letting out a sigh I quickly answer my phone with, "Why're ya calling me?"

"Novella, I got Moses with me. There's been a bad accident at the Foggy Mountain turnpike."

"Oh my god, is he okay?" I asked, sitting up in a flash.

"He's shaken up, but I gotta take him in for questionin'." He let out a short, but deep sigh 'fore tellin' me, "Mo was drift racin' with Billy McCoy, somethin' went wrong and Billy went rollin' down the mountain while your brother's truck spun like a top."

"Is Billy okay?" I asked, truly hoping he was, as I heard my husband let out a sigh before telling whoever he was on the phone with, 'Okay, just get on home. Let us worry 'bout him.' before hanging up and running a hand down his face. Hmm, he must've gotten a call similar to mine.

"Nova, he's dead. His truck blowed up 'fore first responders could get 'ere." The words were like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped over my head, shook me to my core. Poor Billy, his poor family too. Oh my god, I just ate lunch with him today and now he's gone.

"Okay. I'll be at the station within a half hour." I told the detective, getting out of bed and going over to my closet.

"Nova, look, I like your brother. He's a good kid, always thought he'd make a better lawman then lawyer, but Perry Cline and Randall McCoy's gonna be out for blood." Bad Frank revealed, taking me a bit by surprise. I never thought that weasel could have a soft spot, especially since he used to run with the James' Gang and had my classic Challenger torched, plus had me spied on for weeks beforehand.

"Ain't ya gonna be pushin' it thru to the DA's office as-" I began to ask as I slipped my feet into a pair of flats only to be cut off by Bad Frank's drawlin' words of, "It was an accident and he's already crackin' up. After his statement I'm markin' it as such." In a low voice he confessed, "Before I got with Nancy, I had a son with my ex-wife. He'd be 'bout Moses' age if he wouldn't lived, but he passed on when he was lil."

"Oh…" I trailed off, grabbing a hoodie from the closet.

"I won't question him til ya get to the station, but leave that husband of yours out of the PVPD. Bye." Bad Frank told me before hanging up on me.

As I put on my hoodie, Cap got out of bed and walked over to the closet while telling me, "Robert E. called me 'bout what happened 'tween Moses and Billy." I just nodded as he grabbed his own hoodie from his side of the walk-in closet. "I'll take ya to the station to help your brother." Cap said, pulling on his black hoodie.

"Thanks, but Bad Frank doesn't want you there." I told him, walking out of the closet and over to my side of the bed to grab my phone.

"Then I'll wait in the truck." My husband simply told me, walking out of the closet with a pair of slip on Dockers in his hand.

"Okay." I nodded, watching my husband go over to the bed in order to sit down and put on his shoes.

"Everything'll be fine, don't worry." Cap assured me in his deep rollin' timbre, standing up after putting on his shoes. "Let's go." He told me, grabbing his wallet, phone, and keys from his table as I turned off the tv.

Cap, true to his word, stayed in the parking lot as I went into the PVPD to be my brother's legal counsel. Uncle Perry, Randall, and Tolbert were in the lobby with hard and hateful looks on their faces. I could feel them staring daggers at me as Ransom escorted me to the room my brother was in with Bad Frank. "Here she is, boss." Ransom told the weasel faced man as he ushered me into the room, where Moses and Bad frank were sitting at a small table eating burgers and drinking pops.

Bad Frank nodded before waving at Ransom and telling him, "Go make sure Cline and the McCoys stay calm out there."

"Sure thing, boss." Ransom nodded, walking down the hall as I walked over to my brother's side.

Taking a seat next to Moses, I asked the detective, "So, what do you need to know?"

Looking between me and my brother, Bad Frank said, "What happened that caused the accident.

"We were drift racing Foggy Mountain and he did bad turn, fish tailed all over the place after passin' me up." Moses told Bad Frank, causing the man to just nod his head. My brother's shoulders began to shake and his breath went rapid as he blurted out, "I tried to stop and avoid him, but I wasn't fast 'nough and hit him." I rubbed my brother's back, trying to soothe him, as he stuttered in a near cry, "After I saw the truck go down the hill, I tried to go help him, but froze and dropped to my knees when I saw the truck explode in flames." Tears poured down his face as he muttered, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, it was an accident."

"We know, Mo, we know." I assured my brother that what happened would be marked as an accident.

"It was a terrible accident, Moses. Ya ain't in trouble, I know how hard this is on ya since he was your best friend." Bad Frank told my brother, takin' me aback by how he showed that he actually had a heart and was capable of empathy. "Let's get ya'll out of here so I can write up the accident report." Bad Frank suggested, standing up from the table.

My brother just nodded before getting up. Quickly, I got up too. Bad Frank walked over to the door and opened it, letting us walk out of the room before following behind us down the hall. The walk to the lobby was silent, but all hell broke out whenever we got into the line of sight of Uncle Perry, Randall, and Tolbert. Ransom tried to push Randall back into his chair, but was knocked over by the angry and heart broken man. Randall stormed up to us and got into my brother's face while shouting hysterically, "You're worse then the Hatfield ya layin' up with! You killed my son! You killed him!"

My brother just broke down in silent sobs, his shoulders shaking hysterically, as Bad Frank pushed Randall back and barked, "He didn't mean it, MR. McCoy. It was an accident."

"How the hell did this happen? I thought you were at a movie with those people you've been carryin' on with." Uncle Perry snapped at Mo in his slick tinted tone.

Tolbert had a guilty look on his face as my brother muttered out, "Billy was waitin' for us in the lot. Wanted to race."

"Oh shit…." Rolled off of Tolbert's tongue and I knew it was him that tipped off Billy 'bout where my brother and his date group was going to be tonight.

Lunging at my ginger jackass ex I seethed, "You bastard, this is all your fault! You told him where they'd be at."

Tolbert just held me as I repeatedly hit his chest and cursed at him while chanting over and over, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Ella."

I broke free of Tolbert's hold. Pointin' my finger at him I said, "Don't expect to see me in court tomorrow, I have to help my brother cause of you." Giving both my uncle and the McCoy patriarch hard looks I grabbed my brother's arm and drug him over to the door.

The ride home was silent and tense. My brother looked like a zombie in the back seat as my husband drove with a white knuckled grip. Once we got home, I settled by brother into the spare room and gave him a cup of chamomile tea with cream and honey to help him calm down before joining my husband in our bedroom. After hanging my hoodie back in the closet and and putting my shoes back I got into bed next to Cap, who was surfing channels on the tv.

"How's he doin'?" Cap asked, givin' me a worried look with his mismatched eyes.

"He's still in shock." I honestly sighed, leaning into my husband's chest.

"What happened at the station?" Cap asked, wrapping an arm loosely around me.

I let out a small sigh before flatly saying, "Randall flipped his shit on Moses when we were leavin' and I lunged at Tolbert when I figured out he tipped off Billy 'bout where to find Mo's group tonight."

"Oh, wish I was a fly on the wall for that." Bet he did. Hell, he would've busted Tolbert's jaw or something for unintentional part in the accident.

"I'm not goin' to court tomorrow. I'm stayin' home with Moses, make sure he's okay."

"Okay." My husband nodded. Tilting his head slightly to look at me he reminded me in a soft tone, "Well, day after t'morrow's the appointment so make sure not to stress out too much."

"I know, Will…" I sighed, restin' my head on his black wifebeater covered chest and snuggling even closer into his side.

Cap bent his head and kissed me on top of my hair before holding me close to him and assuring me, "It'll be okay, babe. Our family'll weather this storm."

I wanted to believe him, I truly did, but I didn't know if I could. The reality of what happened hadn't fully hit my brother yet and I was afraid the when it did, after Billy was laid to rest 6-feet under, Moses was gonna crack. Clearly, I had to help pick up any of his broken pieces since our uncle was on Randall's side. Being pregnant, I didn't know how this stress was gonna affect me, what toll it was gonna take on my mind and body.

God, I hope everything works out, but right now everything seems dark and bleak.

AN:

Yea, shit just hit the fan. Poor Moses and now there's tension both in and out of the courtroom with the Hatfields and the McCoys.