Neverland

Chapter 3

Henry's POV

I watch as the lost boys dance around the fire, worshiping Pan. It had been weeks since I was brought here and there were no signs of my family. But I couldn't give up hope. They were coming. I know they were.

I pull my knees to my chest and rest my head on them. Tears pool in my eyes and I blink them away. I refused to cry, especially in front of Pan and the lost boys. I slowly rock back and forth, thinking about the days with my mom. Before I knew about the curse. Before I had the book. Looking back, I wish I had been nicer to her. To have seen that had truly loved me, instead of thinking otherwise.

One of the lost boys comes over to me. "Why so sad? Come on, join the party!"

I glare up at him. "No thank you."

He smirks. "Come on. Don't be shy."

"I said no," I say, trying my best to sound confident.

He grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. "And I said come!"

I try to pull away but he's too strong. Something flies by my ears and I see a knife on the lost boy's arm. He lets go of me and removes the knife.

"Leave him alone," a voice said behind me.

He takes a deep, angry breath and looks at me. "This isn't over."

He walks away and I let out a sigh of relief.

"You ok," says the voice from earlier. I turn around to see who it is.

A girl, probably in her twenties, with light brown hair and blue eyes. She had a black leather jacket with rows of neatly arranged knives on the inside. There was a small white scar that went to her eyebrow to her forehead. She looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't quite place her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say. She nods and takes a step closer. "Come with me. I know how we can get away from them."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "No offence, but how do I know that you're not Pan?"

"None taken," she responds. "But I can't be Pan, 'cause he's all the way over there." She points to the fire and I turn to see Pan watch the lost boys dance.

"Good point," I say.

"Now come on." She nods her head in the opposite direction of the campsite. I slowly follow her and she leads me through a maze of tree's and branches.

We eventually got to a small camp. If the trees hadn't been bent in a way that made a small shelter, I wouldn't have even known it was a camp.

"Is this where you live?" I ask.

"For now," she says. "Until I escape."

"Escape?"

"Yeah. Leave Neverland. Go to the Enchanted Forest."

"But you can't leave Neverland," I say. She smirks.

"Yes, you can. A boy did it once."

"Who."

"His name was Baelfire or something," she says.

"Do you have a family?" I ask.

"A brother. My father is dead and my mother is busy taking care of my half-sister." She thinks for a second. "Well, busy tormenting her."

"Did you know her?"

"No. She tried to burn me once I was born, but my father saved me. When he died, my half-brother found me and took me in. He's the only family I have left."

I nod. "And your sister?"

"She doesn't know I exist. I found out about her after a mistake I made." The girl tilts her head, and I can see her scar more clearly now. "What about you?"

"I have 2 moms, a dad, grandmother and grandfather, and a few more people."

"Are your moms lesbians?"

I laugh. "No. One is my birth mother and the other adopted me." She raised her eyebrows.

"It's a long story," I say.

Silence. I fiddle with a leaf and think about my moms. Are they coming for me? Are they thinking about me right now? Do they think I'm dead?

The girl breaks the silence. "What's your name?"

I hesitate. "Henry. Yours?"

"Lucinda. Lucinda Jones. Nice to meet you, Henry."

Sorry for the late chapter. I hope you enjoyed!