Chapter 2
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"Moz was right."
It was the first thing Neal had spoken since the paramedics and FBI cleared them from the explosion. The Bureau attempted to grill Neal, but mumbles and nods of his head seemed to be their only response until Peter was forced to take over as the sole witness to the event. Now, Peter was sitting beside Neal gripping the wheel terrified to ask what that statement meant, but knew he really had no choice in the matter.
"What was Moz right about?"
Neal's voice was emotionless.
"Happy endings aren't for guys like us."
Peter knew at that moment what it felt like to have your heart torn from your chest. Something deep inside of him ached to pull the car over and give the kid a hug. Within moments Peter had swevered past a torrent of blaring horns and obscenities from the cars he cut off and slowed to a halt at the side of the street. Neal hadn't even blinked or showed any kind of reaction that he normally would have with a stunt like that. Peter swallowed and inched forward until he was a hair's breath away from his friend. he reached out gently offering to take Neal to his house instead of June's, offering anything at that point that he had or could give . Apparently the gesture proved to be too much.
Neal shrugged Peter 's hand off his shoulder, rage burning in his eyes.
"Why do you want me to go with you? Afraid I'll take off? Don't want to relinquish your control over me yet?" Hsi eyes were bright and his nostrils flared.
"This is all your fault. When you put me away you made her vulnerable. You never should've come for me! " He paused to catch his breath. His rage was consuming him...drowning him.
"I should've been on that plane."
The words were so soft Peter almost didn't catch them. His head spun so fast past the accusations he was given...past the guilt and found the underlining admission.
"Don't...don't you ever say that, do you understand me?" Peter 's finger had begun to wag in Neal's direction as if scolding a wayward child. Neal's grief clouded his judgement...his unrelenting sense of logic...of what Peter was reffering too. All he could see was rage pointed at him, but not understanding that the rage was birthed out of fear.
"Leave me alone!"
Neal unlocked the door stepping out, and wrapping his coat around him tighter.
"Don't follow me Peter or I swear..." He didn't have anything or anyone to swear too so he fell silent.
"I'll give you two hours, Neal." Neal lifted his head, his dark brown locks falling into shawdowed eyes.
"I'll be at June's in two hours. If you're not there...." Neal waited holding his breath.
Peter kept his gaze steady...constant.
"I will find you."
Neal said nothing and began to head off in the opposite direction leaving Peter behind to count the seconds.
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