Lost and Found (A Peter Pan Fanfic)

Chapter 5: I Explore My New Home

Sephora's POV

I look up at Peter, my eyes clouding over again. 
"Wh-what do you mean you're-you're anorexic?" He says, stuttering, his eyes roaming around the bathroom, frantic to find an explanation. 
"I'm anorexic.  I don't eat, and when I do my body makes me sick.  It's not on purpose, this is something that I've been struggling with since I was 11 years old.  My brain makes me literally feel like I'm not hungry, ever.  And if I decide to go against it and cram food down my mouth, this happens.  I-I'm sorry Peter... that I'm such a problem... if-if you don't want to put up with me you can-can bring me back if you want... I'd find a way to be happy there..." I say, looking down as tears threaten to spill over.
"If I brought you back to London you'd kill yourself, and that is the absolute last thing I'd ever ever want happening to you." He says, sitting down next to me.  I look up at him, tears starting to spill over, and collapse into his arms, crying my eyes out.
"Th-thankyou so much P-Peter.  You have n-no idea how m-much this means to me." I say, my arms around his neck.  He holds me tightly, protectively.
We stay like that for a while, holding each other, until I sniffle, pulling back.  He looks at me, as if asking 'you okay?'.  I nod, standing up.  He stands up next to me and takes my hand, starting to open the door.  I stop, standing still.
"Could we... not tell anyone?  At least... not until I'm ready...?  I don't want them to think I'm a freak..." I say, looking down and blushing. 
"Of course.  We can tell them whenever you're ready." He answers, smiling down kindly at me. 
"And... could I just have some time alone today?  Maybe I could explore the island a bit?  I just need time to think about all of this..." I say, blushing even more.
"That's perfectly fine.  Neverland can take some getting used to.  As long as you're back before sundown and if you need anything at all, just call.  Someone will hear." He says, smiling, a croojed smile adorning his face, a slight blush on his dimpled cheeks. 
"Thankyou." I say, hugging him one last time.  He looks at me, his hand on the door, and I nod, watching him push the door open, leading me out by the hand.  We get back to the dining room and right as everyone starts to ask whether I'm okay or not, Peter raises his hand for silence.  As the entire room falls deathly still and quiet, Peter opens his mouth.
"Sephora is just a little overwhelmed with everything that's happening.  Which, I can't blaim her for since this is all an awfully lot to take in.  She's going to take some time for herself and explore the island, so please don't follow her, and as usual, listen for any calls and if she isn't back by dark we'll go looking for her." He says, smiling down at me.  Everyone nods, makimg small sounds lf agreement.  I thank them and follow Peter to a rope ladder leading up to a dimly lit ceiling.
I follow him up the ladder, resching the top that is now open, revealing sky.  I exit the ground and stand up, brushing my jeans off, looking up at Peter after. 
"Okay, be careful, be back by sundown, and call if anything happens.  Seriously anything.  Even if you really have to pee and can't find a good place to do it." He says, causing me to blush.  He chuckles, a blush spreading across his lightly freckled cheeks as well.  I give him one last hug before turning around and walking away in the opposite direction of the tree. 

An hour later

I sigh, looking around, completely lost.  I look around, seeing if anything looks familiar, and of course, it doesn't.  I close my eyes, listening hard.  I hear the sound of crashing waves.  Maybe I'm near Mermaid's Lagoon?  It's not exactly safe, but I could dfinitely be in worse situations.  I follow the sound of water and come onto an empty beach, the sparkling white sand sloping down into the water as clear as diamonds.  I smile, taking my shoes off, and walk to the water, my jeans rolled up above my ankles and I step a foot in.  I moan silently, feeling the warm bathlike water wash over my feet.  I sigh, closing my eyes and turning my face to the sun, smiling lightly. 
"And who might you be my dear?" A voice states behind me, causing me to jump and almost fall into the water.  I turn slowly, looking to see a man, about 30 smirking at me, obviously amused. 
"O-oh... I'm Sephora Darling.  I was just exploring the island... I-I didn't realize this was your beach.  I can leave if you like." I say, stutter and blushing in front of the tawney haired man, his sea foam eyes twinkling with silent laughter. 
"Oh no, that's fine Miss Darling.  You can stay here as long as you'd like.  Now, are you new to Neverland?" He says, slowly taking a step towards me. 
"Oh... yes... I uh... I came here yesterday with Peter.  He's letting me live here now.  Since my life back in London wasn't going well." I say, blushing a bit and looking down.  He come to stand in front of me.  His finger goes beneath my chin, lifting my face to look up at him.
"You're eyes... they're so familiar." He says, staring, trying to find a connection.
"I have my grandmother's eyes.  She came here too.  Her name is Wendy.  Wendy Darling.  My mum came here too actually, her name is Jane." I say, talking too much due to anxiety.  Something just doesn't feel right.
"Oh, that must be the resemblence I saw." He says, smiling down at me. 
"Sorry, but I didn't get your name." I say, nervous.
"Oh, how rude of me.  My name is James.  Captain James Hook." He says, smiling widely.  My eyes widen as realization hits me like a tidal wave.  I open my mouth, about to scream or crow or make any noise that would alarm someone that I'm in danger, but his hand is already on my mouth and he's already dragging me down the beach, towards a massive pirates ship.  He gets me there easily because even though I'm struggling as much as I possibly can, my frail and fairly weak body is nothing compared to his toned arms and strong legs.  He hauls me up onto the boat and drags me into what I'm assuming is the captains quarters.  Screaming against his hand and kicking my legs, trying to claw at any part of him, he pushes me down onto a bed and, holding me down with one hand forcefully gripping my throat, abstructing my airway, leaving me incapable of speech, he pulls out a long piece of rope, skillfully tying it around my left wrist, wwinding the longer part around one of the bedposts before taking it and tying each of my limbs to the bed.  He then gets a bandanna out of a drawer and ties it around my mouth, gagging me.  Unable to move, I look up at him, terrified.  "You sure are a pretty thing aren't you." He says, running his hand down my cheek.  I turn my head, wanting nothing to do with his hand or any other part of him.  He raises the same hand and slaps me hard across the face.  I tear up, my cheek stinging. 
"You look at me when I'm talking to you or a slap isn't the only thing you'll get." He hisses, leaning over me menacingly.  I gulp, looking up at him, and see him smirking.
"Good, now, let's have some fun shall we?" He says, his hand slowly trailing down my shoulder, stopping at the bottom of my shirt.  His hand goes under and I start shaking, my eyes glazing over with tears.  He puts his hand on my bra, massaging my breast, a throaty sigh escaping his mouth.  He takes a knife out, cutting my shirt off of me, as well as my pants.  I close my eyes, a tear escaping as I feel his hand go under my bra strap, flicking his wrist and cutting it off of me, doing the same with my panties, leaving me naked and vulnerable under his malicious mind.  I hear him undoing his belt and then the drawstring of his pants and then he's on top of me, inside me, slapping me to keep my eyes open, digging into my thigh with his knife when I start crying hard.  This goes on for an hour, at least before he climaxes, moaning disgustingly and laying there, on top of me, asking me, in his condescending asshole voice whether I liked getting fucked by him.  He gets up, fixing his pants and leaves me there, gagged and naked and humiliated, broken.  I lie there for hours, praying that someone will find me or come looking for me.  I'm about to lose hope until I hear the faint call of my name. 
I fight against the gag, working it down to my bottom lip, before finally, it falls under my chin.  I let out the loudest, more terrifying horror movie scream I've ever heard and wait for the inevitable beating that will follow.  But it never comes.  I wait, listening to the sounds of fighting and after another, agonizing hour, the door opens, showing Peter.  He looks at me, his face a mask of surprise.  He rushes over, quickly cutting the ropes and wrapping me in a blanket handing from the arm of a chair next to the bed since my clothes are not salvageable in the least, the only thing remaining being me flannel that's covered in blood both from the gash on my thigh, but also from being raped.  He quickly carries me out, muttering apologies under his breath and how he knew he should have insisted that he came to make sure I was safe.  He kicks off of the deck, rushing me back to the tree as fast as possible.  He skips the privacy part and brings me into my treehouse, carrying me to the bathroom and running the water, gently placing me down at the bottom of the shower and washing my leg, my hair, looking at just my face.  I sit there, completely ashamed and silent, tears runnind down my face disguised as bathwater.  He turns off the shower, wrapping the wound on my leg and helps me into a pair of pajamas and a clean pair of underwear.  He then flies me up to my loft and lays me down on the bed, pulling my blanket up over my still shaking body and kisses my forehead, starting to leave.  I catch his hand before he can go and he turns around.  I open my mouth.
"Stay." I whisper, my voice horse from the screaming and crying.  He nods, slowly getting into the bed next to me, holding me protectively against his chest.  He strokes my hair, Todd lying close my my side, my safety lulling me into a restless sleep.