Peter Pan's Lost Girl

Chapter 1

"Selene! Come into the kitchen and make us some breakfast!" I wake up to the sound of that wretched voice every morning. It's hard not to, it's so shrill and ugly it could wake the dead if she were louder.

"Doesn't matter, complaining will get you no where." I mutter to myself. I get up from bed and get dressed in my everyday look. It's not really a look, it's more like rags sown together into a dress, and I have to wear it when I'm indoors. I don't bother to do anything else, I know I won't be going out today.

"Selene!" I grimace. Damn woman.

"Coming mother!" I yell back. I sigh and walk down the stairs and make my way to the kitchen. The first thing I see is mother in a robe, with her turban around her head. She gives me a lazy look and turns away. I walk around her in order to get to the fridge. I could feel her eyes staring into the back of my head.

I get back up and make my way to the stove. Then, I sudden blow to my face knocks me off balance and I'm leaving on the table.

"What are you doing?" I yelled. My mother looked at me with cold eyes and circled me. This movement always indicated she was deciding what to do next.

"Let me ask you a little question Sel, do you think I'm some kind of fool?"

"No, mother, I would never-" I didn't get to finish the sentence, as I felt a slap to my face. My heap whipped to the other side and I felt her nails did into my arm. She lifted me until our nose touched. I could feel her breath, and see the swear coming down her head.

"Darling, I think it would be better if we don't lie. Do you agree?"

"But mother..." Mother sighed, and she let me go. Her eyes met mine and then suggested them to the kitchen chair. I say down and waited for a lecture or a beating that was to come.

"My dearie, how stupid can you be? I cannot believe you do not know what you have done this time."

"Mother, with all due respect, I really don't know what I have done wrong. Please, grace me by saying what I have done." I had to swallow the bile from saying this to her. It made me feel weak.

Mother eyed me, with her dark eyes. She smirked and lifted a finger under my chin.

"Selene, you do know my... Company is off limits, don't you?"

It was pretty easy to know who she was referring to. She many young lovers, that could be easily my older brother. Every time father would leave to do business, there they were. Especially one fellow, by the name Phillip. I realized I haven't answered, and I was in my own thoughts.

"Yes, I do know. But I don't understand what this has to do with me."

My mother laughed. And it was a real laughter. But it sent chills down my spine. I wanted to back away, but she had an iron grip on me.

"Oh daughter, I told you not to lie to me?" Mother's eyes blazed with fury, and I felt a blow to my head.

"I'm not! And stop slapping me!" I yelled.

"I wouldn't have to! If you could just keep your little legs shut you slut!"

What was my mother talking about? Then the idea dawned on me.

Oh.

She thinks that I slept with one of her many lovers. If she thinks low of me, any lower than she thinks of me, she would think I slept with all of her lovers.

I glared at her and lowered my voice to a growl.

"I did no such thing mother. I would never do that to you."

"You better not do that anymore."

She looked at me and then her eyes filled and she hugged. This was a daily routine. She would accuse me of a horrible act, and embrace me.

It was all a game to her. And I just didn't have the fight in me to resist her. She made me feel so many things, none of which are pleasant.

"Momma?" I turned my head to my little sister's bedroom. And there, stood Mary. I smiled. And got up, thus breaking the embrace of my mother.

"Morning sis." I smiled sweetly to her. She was so young, yet she had a sense of an old soul. Her hair was a soft brown, and she had brown eyes that would make anyone melt.

Little Mary came when I was eight years old. Mother told me she was alone in the woods, that her mother abandoned her. We connected quickly, since I've gone through that. Mary is the only reason why I haven't left and ran away. She needs me here, just like I need her. For a thirteen year old, she looked awfully small.

"Morning darling," mother called out lazily. I inwardly sneer at her. She never cared for little Mary, she never cared for anyone.

"Now, Selene. Will you please make us that breakfast we talked about?"

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Okay! That's chapter one !! Please feel free to give me co structure criticism! Let me know if I'm going to fast or vice versa ! Please comment, vote and favorite! (Oh and that's Mary in the picture 💁🏻 I don't think I'll cast anyone for Selene, there's too many people that I see that could play her!)