#Chapter 117: You Shouldn’t Be Punished For An Accident
Neil snaps back into himself in the next moment and shoves me away.
“Neil,” I say, my voice tight. I can’t help it, my fury is raising on his behalf. Especially because he seems so damn calm about this horrible thing on his chest. “What the hell is this?”
“No one asked you to look,” he snaps, but he makes no motion to conceal the scar anymore. He just lets his shirt hang open, chest exposed.
“But that scar –”
“It will heal eventually,” he says, like it’s that damn simple. Like when it’s gone, it will be like none of this happened.
I just can’t see it that way. “Did your father do this to you?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does!” My voice raises. I take another step forward, reclosing the distance between us. Up close, the scar looks so red and angry – painful. I hate his father anew, for doing this to him. “I’m going to speak to him.”
I’m going to tear his eyes out, more like. That’s in the context. Neil must be able to see, because his eyes go wide again, for a fraction of a secon

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