Becoming his lost girl (Peter pan/ouat fanfic)

Chapter 1

"You worthless child! Your the reason your mother left us all those years ago!" My father screeches. 10 years ago on this day, when I was 6 my mother left us. Ever since my father had been a completely different man. He's a monster. He spends his days drinking and his nights yelling at me. Sometimes he hits and beats me. It's tragic really. We were once a happy family. To be honest, I'm not even quiet positive why my mother left us, but my father has done a pretty good job of filling my head with the thought that is was my fault. All of the sudden an excruciating pain rips across my head. I fall to the floor as tears flood my eyes. "Are you even listing to me you horrible child?!!?" My father bellows. I look up and see him standing above me with half a beer bottle in his hand. The jagged edges of the bottle are slightly coated in a thin layer of something red dripping off of it. I reach a trembling hand up to my forehead and wince as I pull a blood covered finger away. I whimper and curl up into the fetal position. "I'm not done with you yet you horrible creature." My dad states from above me. He gives me one last swift kick to my side then stalks away mumbling something about how a son would be so much better.

I lay in pain for a few more minutes before standing and slowly dragging myself to my bedroom on the far side of the house. I shut my bedroom door and lock it. I then pull of my jeans and t-shirt. I then crawl into my bed in my short cotton shirts and tank top. I slowly begin to drift of into another restless night of sleep when all of the sudden I hear something. A beautiful melody. I sit up straight. Enjoying the tune for a moment before crawling from my bed. There's just something about it. Almost haunting in a sense. I pull on my jeans and t-shirt again along with my black hightop converse. I silently unlock my bedroom door and creep out the back door. I stop and stand for a moment and listen. The melody is coming from the woods. I haven't been in the wood since my mother left. Her, my father and I use to go for hikes here before our family fell apart. I wipe a tear from my eye that I didn't know had even fallen. I compose my self and continue into the woods. The haunting melody continues to loom in the air like a dark blanket covering our small town. To be completely honest I'm not quiet sure how my father hadn't waken up. As beautiful as the tune, it was also quite loud.

I'm suddenly dragged out of my thoughts by the smell of fire and the whopping and hollering of people close by. I slowly follow the loud sounds and the still haunting melody farther into the wood. I poke my head around a tree and am completely surprised by what I see. A giant bonfire in the middle, and around the outside, lost of boys with masks on all dancing to the haunting melody. I look around the clearing and my eyes land on a young boy on a rock. He holds a wooden flute to lips and moves his fingers at an unbelievable pace. The haunting melody, he's the one who is creating the beautifully looming sound. I suddenly have the sudden urge to dance along with these boys. I join them around the fire and begin to spin and twirl to the beat of his flute when suddenly, the music stops. The boys still and the one with the wooden flute stands from his seat on the rock and approaches me. As he comes closer I have a chance to really get a look at him. He looks to be about my age, but half a head taller. He had brown hair, almost a dirty blonde color short and swept over to the side. He has lean taught muscles which I can see through his shirt. But the most captivating part of his just happens to be his eyes. There like emeralds, a beautiful green color.

"See something you like love?" He asks me. He has a heavy British accent and an extremely arrogant and cocky tone.

"I wish I could say so, but I can't, love." I respond with a smirk plastered to my face as I mimic his tone. "Well, aren't you a brave one sweetheart?" He asks with a smirk plastered to his face as well.

"I don't believe you've introduced yourself yet." I say looking into those emerald eyes.

"Oh haven't I? Well how rude of me." He states. "I'm Peter. Peter Pan."