Loving A Lost Boy

Confusion

   It's been a week since the night I slapped Peter. I've been avoiding him but he makes it his job to put himself into my path. He comes and stares at me while I'm doing my chores. He follows me and mags when we go to bathe but never stays to watch us.
 
  He watches me eat dinner too. He is always there staring into me making me feel as though I have no private time.

  The lost boys and I were currently cutting up vegetables to make for food tonight when we see mags run towards us.

  She runs at me about to tackle me when I side step her looking at her as though she's a crazy woman. Her face was scrunched up in anger with tear stained cheeks.

  Her hair was huge from the humidity and she had mud all over her.

"What the hell mags?" I shouted as she kept screaming trying to hit me.

"You bitch! It's all your fault!" She screams finally landing a punch to the side of my cheek.

  I stagger back looking at her in shock when one of the boys grabs her from behind in a bear hug. She thrashes her head side to side screaming like a crazy animal as we all just stare not knowing what to do.

"He loves me!" She screams her face turning beat red. "You had no right to take him from me! You slut! You whore!"

"What are you talking about?" I look at her my eyes furrowed in confusion.

She laughs but it's humorless, "don't act like you don't know. Stop pretending to be so innocent; I know you want him but guess what? You can't fucking have him he's mine!"

  Finally Peter comes from the Forrest showing no emotion as he walks up to us.

"What's going on here?" He asks nonchalantly.

One of the boys speaks up, "mags just attacked soph. Just rushed at her and hit her right on the cheek!"

  The other boys nodded their heads in agreement as I just stand there looking between Peter and mags.

Peter takes a step closer to me, "this true mags?"

"No! Peter they are liars all of them you know that. I was just warning her not to interfere in certain things. I think my point got across didn't Sophie."

  She glared at me as I stood there mouth open getting ready to say something.

"What- ouch!" Mags yells.

  Before I could say anything two of the lost boys had grabbed mags arms. With peter standing beside me arms crossed.

"Take her to her hut and make sure she stays there." He says gruffly.

The he looks to me, "follow me."

   I don't follow. I just stand and stare at him. He hasn't talked to me in a week. Hasn't even apologized and he thinks I'm just going to follow him like a lost puppy? Um I think the fudge not.

   I roll my eyes and start to walk to my hut when I feel somebody grab me and toss me over their big shoulder like a sack.

"Peter what the fuck!" I rare my hand back to slap his bootylicious butt when the mother trucker beats me to it and now I have a permanent hand print embedded into my butt cheek.

"We're talkin. You aren't just going to keep ignoring me like a child."

  He had walked us into his tree and tossed me on the bed.

"What is wrong with you huh!? You treat me like shot like I'm some toy you can use and now you're coming to my rescue? Demanding me to talk to you?" I shout at him.

  He rushes over, cups my face and forced a rough kiss onto my lips. I almost let myself get swept away. Almost.

  I push him off with tears in my eyes.

"I genuinely care about you Peter. Or at least I did. You can't give me what I want so this," I point back and forth to me and him, "is never gonna happen."

  I go to walk out but he grabs my arm and flips me around.

"I can give you anything and everything." He promises.

I stare into his beautiful eyes, "no... you can't. I need a man Peter not a boy who makes fake promises."

"Then no I can't give you that. Never land is my home, it's the home of all lost boys. That's what I am soph. I am and always will be a lost boy. No ones gonna change me." He finishes.

I let a silent tear fall, "then you might as well stay with mags and leave me alone. I won't give you my love for you to jus throw it away by fucking mags. I won't do that to myself."

  He won't meet my eyes so I leave him there standing. He is so much more than he realizes but he keeps throwing every good thing he could have down the trash.

Mags might be okay with being his plaything but I will never be.