Chapter 8
Okay… hi again…
I got an idea when I was bathing… then again I always get an idea when I bath… I seriously hope no one would guess what I am doing…
This chapter won't have Peter's point of view… Why? Because he's currently useless…So it is a little of Neal and lots and lots of Anastasia…
I'll do my best to post next chapter faster…
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He was silent… He was still… He was pale… He was beautiful…
She touched his face.
She stared at him lovingly, "Neal… Don't ever do such a stupid thing ever again…"
She leaned down and kissed his gently on the forehead.
"Don't worry, Miss Anastasia. He will be fine. His leg did not suffer any frost bite… It is just a little raw." The doctor smiled kindly.
"Thank you, Dr Simon. You had always been a great help to our family." She smiled.
"No no it is nothing much, compared to how your family had helped me. I should be going now." He bowed and exited the room quickly.
She lay beside Neal, slowly wrapping her arms around him. When he was drugged, he was so docile, so peaceful, and so innocent. It pleased her but not as much as when he was awake. His emotions that he so desperately hides from the world make him even more priceless in her eyes. Like an art with hidden messages, thus making him beautiful.
She snuggled closer to Neal and slowly let sleep take over her.
She gasped when she was shoved awake. She forced her sleepy eyes opened and saw piercing blue eyes glaring at her.
"Neal… You're awake." She yawned and looked at her watch; she had slept for about two hours, "You want to eat anything?"
"Where are Alex and Mozzie?"
She sighed, "Somewhere in the house."
"I want to see them."
"No." She smiled sweetly.
"Then how am I suppose to know if they are alive or not."
Her smile turned to a cruel smirk, "Try escaping then, then you will see them."
His glare turned colder, and he leaned back, "Thanks for the clothes."
"When you are all well, I'll be stripping you." She replied.
He kept silent.
"Neal… you want some wine?" She asked, desperately trying to clear the awkwardness between us.
"You should know what I like." He replied curtly.
She smiled and jumped up, "I'll get it for you now! Let's eat dinner together, shall we?"
He ignored her, looking at anything but her.
She sighed and left the room.
Neal had always controlled his emotion well… Even when he explodes, he never causes massive destruction. He raked his hand through his hair. He could feel his anger slipping out. He bit his lips till it bled. His knuckles clenched till it turned white. He had never felt so hopeless, so useless… It would be his fault if Alex and Mozzie died… He was not even sure if they were even alive. It was his fault…
He hated having no control… He gritted his teeth to calm himself down… But his anger would not subside… instead it was clawing at his chest, begging to be set free. A screamed tore from his throat and for the first time in his life, he snapped.
When all his pent up anger had left, he sank down to the ground.
Anastasia was stunned; the whole room was a wreck. And sitting in the middle of the destruction, was Neal. His eyes were dimmed and his body was slung forward like a doll. He did even move when she sat in front of him.
"So this is your true anger… So destructive…a shame that I was not there when it happened." She smiled angelically, her hand moving to caress his beautiful face.
He snorted.
"You're like a God of destruction." She laughed as she took another look at the damages, "A beautiful one of course!"
She held up food and wine for him to see, "Let's eat in the midst of your destruction."
He was touching his lips. She leaned in to take a closer look.
"Why is your lip bleeding?" She asked.
"I was controlling my anger… It failed horribly." He shrugged.
She tried to read his actions, why was he so truthful? Could he be planning something? She looked into his eyes; he stared back at it blankly… The snapping and destroying of the room might have relieved him of every pent up frustration. Hence making him so relaxed and dazed.
She smiled, 'Let's eat then!" She then frowned, "Then we will fix your lips… And the room."
He chuckled, "I'm sorry… I didn't mean cause such destruction."
She giggled, lifting up a torn book up from the ground and flinging it to the corner of the room, "Well now I caused part of the destruction."
He smiled fondly at her, "I'm famished."
"Here take this box..." She grinned, maybe he really won't leave her anymore… But one can never be so sure.
He ate and chatted with her normally. She tried her best to sense anger… but there was none. His smiles were real… They were exactly like when she first saw him.
He was being genuine… But she could not believe that it was real.
What was he planning? Or was he? What had happened when he snapped?
What was he thinking now?
She was confused.
"Neal….. tonight… and maybe tomorrow… Do you want to sleep in my room… since I doubt you could sleep here until the room is fixed…" She asked cautiously, her eyes searching for his face for any eagerness that he was getting out of his room.
He blinked at her twice, clearly stunned by her words, "Now? I'm still eating…"
"No not now… later…" She smiled.
"Then I'm fine with it." He replied.
This Neal frightened yet trilled her. He was simply so… truthful… yet she was never sure… She could not even predict his next move… Was this his plan? Was it to confuse her? What about his friends? Does he not care anymore? What exactly went through his mind when he snapped?
For the first time in her life, Anastasia Goguniv was truly confused.
VERY short chapter… but it is a needed short chapter… so I have no choice but to make it short…Thanks to my idea...
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