For 16 fucking years, I've been living on the Isle, branded as Peter Pan's daughter because some random folks believed he'd off the "lost kids." Honestly, I don't give a damn if it's true or not; I always thought my old man was a hero.
But whatever. Let's not dwell on that. What I really love is strolling through the Isle's gritty streets, and my favorite pitstop is Dizzy's place. If it wouldn't be her, I'd probably be rolling in riches by now, you know?
These long streets echo with every step I take. Fortunately, I know where I'm heading. When I was six, I used to get lost in creepy alleys. They're not so creepy now; the locals know my name.
I strut into Dizzy's, finding her sweeping with headphones on.
"Hello, Girl!!!" I holler, motivated and almost screaming to be heard over the music.
Dizzy rushes over, giving me a hug I never needed. But hey, if it wouldn't be her...
"I just came to say hello. Oh, and I wanted to give you a little tip for last time," I say, sliding 20 stolen dollars into her hand.
"O my- you're the best!" she squeaks, heading to the cash register to stash the money. Suddenly, a boy barges in, demanding, "That's mine now. Give it to me." Dizzy, poor thing, too scared to defend herself. Well, she's like three years younger than him, I guess?
"Now the rest of it," he says, pocketing the money.
"Uma can't take care of herself?" I ask ironically. "Well, well, well. Didn't expect to meet you here, sweetheart," he says, rocking his normal creepy smile.
"Hi, Harry," I welcome him. "I've told you like a hundred times by now, don't steal any money from Dizzy!"
I say it desperately, but truth be told, I don't care where or what Harry steals. His smile widens as he gets closer.
"You think you're strong, don't ya?" he whispers, driving his hook through my dark brown hair. "But you're not. You may be ravishing, but you are not strong. Not in one possible way," he says provocatively. I know him. I know how he plays his games, and I'm not falling for it.
"That's enough, Harry," I say. "Princess is getting weak? Feeling insecure?" he continues. That's where my thread tears.
"First of all, don't call me princess, sailor. Second of all, I am working for myself and not for Uma. I can keep my stolen money, you know? And now leave," I answer, hoping to end this conversation. "Next time, I'll take my chances, princess," he says bluntly with his smile on his face, while going away.
"Thank you," Dizzy says, quite embarrassed. "No problem," I answer, heading out, almost right behind Harry.
As I expected, he turns around to me. "Give me the 20$, Harry. They're mine," I order. I mean, I stole it from some random guy, but it was hard to not blow my cover.
"Well, they're Uma's now," he laughs. "I must say, you're quite ravishing, too, but It won't get in my mind why you're still working for Uma," I say a little flirty, while getting closer to him and stroking over his Hook.
I don't really mean it like that; I just want to give him a taste of his own medicine. He immediately pushes me against a wall and gets closer to my ear.
"I have people in my life. Who do you have? Oh, right. No one. So shut your mouth just for once. And I like it when you call me that, princess," he whispers in my ear.
I don't know why, but when he moves away from me, smiling, I notice that my heartbeat is at 180. What. the heck. was that? I look after him, going back to Uma. I don't move my body a centimeter. The wall freezes my body. I still have his voice in my head.
Well, he's right. I don't have anyone in my stupid life. My dad is like Hades, just that I don't know where exactly my father lives. Mal does know where her father is.
With a high heartbeat, I go home, lie down on my bed, and try to figure out why I had such a fast heartbeat just moments ago.
Like what the fuck, Y/N?! We don't do "Feelings"!
Neither does Harry. He's playing games with you.!
