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

Chapter 7: Betrayed and Heartbroken

I didn't do much for the rest of the day. I mainly stayed in my hotel room. I wanted to go for another walk around town but 2 reasons stopped me. 

1) A lot of people probably have read the article now and will all be after me. 

2) My encounter with Baelfire.....Neal, deeply upset me. 

I honestly don't know why he changed his name. Maybe as a way to let go of his father because that's literally all that he had left of him. I didn't see him for the rest of the day, like I said, mainly because I stayed inside all day. Now that I think about it, Neal was right in a way. I was very selfish. I may have thought about what would've happened if other people discovered this place or how the people living here would be affected here for a second, but it basically rubbed off on me not caring. Maybe he'll be okay later when he's calmed down. When he does, we could probably go get some dinner and talk about our lives some more. I know how he was saying he was on Neverland (which I hardly believe still) for his childhood, but I wonder what his new life was like after Neverland.  I place my face in my hands. I'm saying this as if it were to actually happen. I felt some more warm tears roll down my eyes. All these years I have not seen Neal, and now an unexpected turn of events happen where we finally see each other again, but he hates me. I was only going to stay in Storybrooke for a couple more days, but I want to stay longer just to connect with Neal again. I check my phone and notice it reads 6:45. Time to meet up with Greg. I don't know how I'll manage to get there though because there might be booing and hissing at me. I look out my door for anyone. There was no one nearby. I gently walk down the stairs in case in squeaks and disturbs anyone. I get down the stairs and as I'm about to walk out the door, I couldn't help but notice the old woman behind the desk give me an evil glare. Guess someone else read the article. The whole town probably read it by now. The old woman doesn't say anything and neither do I. I'm about to walk out the door when the old woman speaks up. I'm thinking she was going to say some mean comment, but as she says is,

"Your car's getting towed."
"What?!" I yell.
The old woman points outside where there's a tow truck, with my car hooked up to it. I quickly run outside.
"Wait!" I yell.

It's too late. The two truck drives off with my car. I mutter under my breath and I was legitimately about to have a tantrum, but I knew better. This day couldn't get any worse. First, Neal yells at me. Then everyone hates me. Now my car gets towed. I honestly don't have time to deal with it now. I have to meet up with Greg. I pull my hood up tight around my face and keep walking. Walking to the cannery alone.

I walk as quickly as I can to the cannery. Not only am I late but also because I was trying my best to avoid any attention. I walked in and the first thing I immediately notice is the strong smell of fish. I cough in disgust. I never liked the smell of fish. Especially raw fish. I walk a few feet to see where Greg was. It honestly seemed deserted. Maybe he meant somewhere else and not the cannery? What could he have possibly meant then? I wanted to leave and something was telling me to, but I decided to take my chances.
"Uncle Greg?" I called out.
No answer.
"Uncle Greg!" I yell a bit louder.

Still no answer.

I grunt in annoyance a bit. I hope he didn't lie to me about hanging out. Something else was telling me he ditched me to go "hang out" with Tamara or something like that. No, I shouldn't think so lowly of him like that. Maybe he's in another part of here and just can't hear me. I try to remain optimistic when I can. I continue walking through the cannery. The wooden floorboards creaked underneath my feet as I walked. I don't know what Greg could possibly doing for him not being able to hear not only me, but the annoying floorboards. I get to another hallway and I notice a figure standing there. I almost think it's Greg for a second but this figure's hair was darker and he was a bit taller than Greg. I walk over to him. He unfortunately heard me because of sound of the floorboards and he turns to look at me. It was not at all Greg. It was Neal.