Aftg react

Part46

Foxes react: chapter16 part1

The anger from before after they saw what Riko was doing was still there present as ever, Andrew on the other hand his anger might not be as present in his expression but deep inside he was furious, he knew that that stupid martyr went through all the for nothing.
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Wymack answered on the fourth ring. "You have a good reason to be bothering me on a holiday?"
"I didn't know who else to call," Neil said. He barely recognized his own voice. The last time he'd spoken he'd been screaming; apparently his vocal cords still hadn't recovered. Neil pressed his forehead to the wall and tried to breathe. He couldn't remember when breathing wasn't a chore.
"Neil?" All the gruff posturing left Wymack's voice; that sharp edge was all alarm. "Are you all right?"
Neil smiled. It felt like it tore his face open. "No. No, I'm not. I know it's kind of sudden, but can you come get me? I'm at the airport."

It was the first time anyone heard except Wymack and Abby, him actually confessing that he was not fine, it was horrible hearing how bad he sounded and looked didn't help either. The only thing that helped is the this time Neil actually asked someone for help.
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Neil was so out of it he didn't realize Wymack had pulled up to the curb a short ways down until a heavy hand wrapped around his arm.
"Up," Wymack said. "We're getting out of here."
Neil twisted his hand in Wymack's sleeve and let Wymack haul him to his feet. Wymack got the passenger door open for him and watched as Neil climbed in. When Neil was safely tucked inside Wymack slammed the door and went around to the driver's side. Neil steeled himself for questions, but Wymack said nothing to him. Neil watched the airport disappear, watched signs blur outside the window, and let his eyes close.
When he opened them again, he was flat on his back on Wymack's couch. Wymack had dragged his desk chair into the living room to keep watch over him. A bottle of scotch sat almost empty on the coffee table between them. The lid was on but Neil could still smell it. Neil pushed himself up, wincing the entire way, and returned Wymack's guarded expression with one of his own.
"I'm sorry."
"He sounds like Neil," Wymack said, "but he doesn't look like him. I'll take your explanation from the top and without a side order of bullshit, thanks."
Neil looked at him, not understanding.

"David" whispered Abby at him it filled with disapproval towards the blunt way he had talked to Neil, he sighed as a answer to her complaint but anyone could see that there was something on his mind Wymack on the other hand knew what would be coming next.
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The answer was there, just out of reach, a flash of blue and panic and shattered glass. Neil clawed desperately at his memory, but his body caught on before his mind did. He reached up to touch his hair, and Neil remembered. Dread was acid in his veins, eating him alive from the inside out, and Neil lurched to his feet.
"No," he said, but it was too late to change things.
Wymack got up when Neil stumbled for the door, but he didn't try to stop him. Neil threw the bathroom door open and cut the light on. The face waiting for him on the mirror was horrible enough to take his legs out from under him. Neil scrabbled at the sink as he crumpled to his knees but wasn't strong enough to hold himself up.
Neil had dyed his hair brown from time to time, but never this shade, never anywhere near this shade. This was his natural color, and those were his real eyes, and this was his father's face. The bandages and bruises weren't enough to disguise the man he'd seen in the mirror. Neil thought he'd throw up but he was too weak to manage it.

To think that Neil's own reaction to seeing his actual hair colour and eyes was going to be like that, they felt bad for him something that if they actually said in front of him would be made a big deal of because like Neil always says he is Fine.
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He finally inhaled so deep he choked on it. He coughed so hard he thought he'd break something, but on the tail-end of his coughing he was laughing.
It sounded twisted and wrong in this suffocating space, but Neil couldn't stop. He bit his hand to muffle the sound, but it didn't help. Hysteria was one hard blink away from taking over.

The tension that this room had awhile ago seemed to never go away but only becoming worse.
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"Neil," Wymack said. "I need you to talk to me."
"I think I pulled my stitches," Neil said. "I feel blood."
"Where?" Wymack asked.
"Everywhere?" Neil guessed, and tried undoing his coat buttons one-
handed.
Wymack pushed Neil's hand out of the way. Neil let Wymack fight
with the buttons and zipper, but it took both of them to get Neil's coat off. Neil caught the fingertip of one glove in his teeth and tugged, only to wince at the way his cheek twinged. Wymack noticed the expression and reached for Neil's face. Neil hadn't realized he had bandages on his face until Wymack pried gauze and tape off.
Wymack went so still Neil thought he'd turned to stone. "Neil, the fuck is on your face?"
Neil wrested his glove free and touched bare fingers to his skin. He didn't feel anything, so he caught at the sink and tried to get to his feet. Wymack let him try once on his own, then got up and hauled Neil upright. Neil wasn't ready to see his reflection again. He was less ready to see the "4" tattooed on his left cheekbone.
Wymack wasn't expecting his violent reaction. That was the only reason Neil succeeded in throwing him out of the bathroom.

"Oh my god tell me he didn't actually go of outside running like that" said Abby horror, fear and shock all present, all eyes drifted at coach to get a answer from but the answer he gave mad them confused and scared for what would come next "no he didn't go for a run, but something definitely worse" it made everyone uneasy but Wymack didn't elaborate.
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Neil dove past him and ran for the kitchen. By the time Wymack caught up with him he'd already pulled a knife from the wooden block on Wymack's counter.

Everyone had a horrified expression on, what Wymack had said was right this was way worse then him just taking of running somewhere. They knew that nothing bad had happened but they couldn't help being worried about him.
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Wymack seized his wrist before Neil could take the knife to his own face. Neil fought like a caged beast, but Wymack slammed his hand down on the counter until Neil lost his grip. Neil scrambled for the knife, but Wymack dragged Neil to the floor with him. He got both arms around Neil and held on tight, and there was nothing Neil could do but exhaust himself trying to get free.
"Hey," Wymack said at his ear, sharp and insistent. "Hey. It's all right."

They all let a breath that they were holding escape as they saw Wymack stopping Neil from turning the knife to his face, they knew there was nothing to be worried about, there was nothing that showed that Neil had done it successfully but there relief was still there.