Second Love to the Right (Neal Cassidy/Baelfire Love Story)

Chapter 5: Exposing the Truth

I eventually get back to the hotel and I see Greg and Tamara waiting outside for me. Greg smiles as soon as he sees me.
"Hey sweetie how was sightseeing?" he asks me.
"Not bad. Pretty nice and quiet town" I reply.
"Glad you enjoyed it" he says.
I yawn and then I ask sleepily, "You said you have something for me?"
"Yes I do" Greg says.
"Is it time to sleep?" I ask half kidding.
Greg chuckles.
"No, I'd say this is much better than sleep" Greg says.
Nothing can be better than sleep at this point I think.
"Then what is it?" I asked.
"Remember when I called you and told you I'd give you the highlight of your career?" he asks.
"Yeah" I reply.
"Well, I called your company about the it and told them about the scoop I want you to do. They're willing to let you have it. Molly, after this is you'll be so popular you won't have to write for newspapers anymore. You can write your own books and become an author like you've always wanted" Greg says.
He's right. I always wanted to be an author. I got rejected so many times for my books that I ended up getting a job writing for the Baltimore Sun.
"Alright, what is it?" I ask.
"Your going to be writing about the place we're in. Storybrooke" Greg says.
I look at him a little confused. Is this the reason why he wanted me to come out here? Just to write about this place?
"Why would I write about this place?" I ask him.
"Haven't you heard?" he asked me.

My only guess for what he's talking about it the fact that apparently this place is not supposed to exist. That apparently an evil witch created this place and sent "fairytale creatures" here. Even though Emma told me that this was the truth, I still honestly didn't believe it. Maybe if I was 5, but I'm 33. I can understand if Henry believes it because he's 11, but even that's too old in my opinion. 

"Yeah this place was cursed but it was recently broken and this place isn't even meant to exist" I tell him.
"No" Greg says.
I look at him confused once more.
"Well yes that's it, but there's something else" he says.
"What is it?" I ask.
"This place is magic, and our true mission....." Greg says.
He then places his arm around Tamara and says, "To get rid of magic from the world." he says.
"How is that possible? There's no such thing as magic" I say.
Greg chuckles then pulls out his phone. He goes to his videos and plays it for me. It starts off with two dark-haired women talking to each other. Then one of the dark haired women's shoves her hand into the other woman's chest and literally pulls out her heart!
"No way" I say.
"Trust me, I didn't believe it at first either. But there's cold stone proof right in front of you" Greg says.
Greg looks down a bit at the next sentence he says.
"She was actually the woman, that separated me from my father. I'm trying everything in my power to find where he is.
I felt really bad for Greg at this point. I didn't wanna tell him that his father might possibly be dead at this point, but it's honestly what I believe.
I look up at him.
"But, how are other people going to believe this? There's no way!" I yell.
"I'm going to call up your newspaper company and send them the video. That way, that video will play for the online articles....that you're going to write" Greg says.
I smile.
"This is it kiddo. Your big break. After this, every publishing company will want to hire you" he says.
I smile even brighter and go to hug Greg.
"Thank you Greg" I say.
"Your welcome" he says.
After a few seconds I break the hug.
"Alright, better get started. The sooner you write the article, the sooner you will be writing books" he says.

I smile and then head off towards the hotel. Sleep can wait. I'm too excited anyway. After this, I will be an author. I get to my room and I quickly head over to my bag to pull out my laptop. Soon enough, I turn the computer on and start typing.

About an hour later later, I finally finished. It wasn't very long since I didn't have a lot of evidence to back up the whole "magic" and curse, but it was enough. Greg will do the rest by sending the video. All I had to do now was send it. I set up the email to send it to my company. I'm about to click the send button when something holds me back. I think of Emma and Mr. Gold. They told me about this town. They're the ones who explained to me what Storybrooke is. They did it knowing they can trust me. After I send this, there's no going back. Everyone will know about this place and come here. Come to a place that isn't even supposed to be known about or even exist for that matter. Then I think about what will happen to me after I send this. I'll become an author like I've always dreamed. I'll be known all around and people will be lining up to buy my books. I think about both options for a minute and I decide to push send. I then lean back and take a breath. Good thing that's finally done. I am now completely exhausted. I look over and see the clock. It reads 6:15. Such a weird bedtime, but I'm burned out. I lean my head back and immediately fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.