Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 28: Safety with Pan isn't safety at all

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Thanks for reading. I know this isn't my strongest chapter, but it gets better the further you read so don't give up! After the last few chapters were so intense, I thought I would rite something lighter and easier.
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Annabelle_the_reader
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I shot up in my bed, my eyes wide and alert and my chest heavy. My body was coated in a thin layer of sweat and my hair was strewn thickly about my shoulders, strands clinging tightly to my forehead.

The events of the night before shot back to me and I fell back onto the soft covers of my bed. Baelfire had been rescued.

Baelfire was safe.

But I wasn't.

I was left at Peter Pan's wrath, forever worrying that he could easily suspect my involvement with Baelfire's freedom.

Biting my lip, I shut my eyes so tightly they almost gave me pain. I couldn't have let him kiss me, touch me, feel me like that...

I shuddered at the memory of our intimacy the night before, having never been so close to Peter Pan without the mask of Malcolm. No matter how much he insisted he was Malcolm, he could never be the man I fell in love with. Peter Pan was more ruthless, merciless and cruel than Malcolm had ever been.

I opened my eyes, a little surprised by what I saw. The room was filled with bright, burning sunlight, like it was physically hard against my skin. The air was still slightly brisk, causing an alert shiver to travel up my spine. My limbs felt heavy and I groaned as I slowly lifted my body off the bed. My skin felt raw and itchy, my throat swollen and tight.

My head was a muddled mess, remembering how confusing everything had been. I had been kidnapped (sort of) by the pirates and rescued (sort of) by Peter Pan, yet I felt very sickened by everything that had happened, like I had been reliant on him rescuing me, even if the pirates would never hurt me.

Carefully, I swung my heavy legs over he wide of the bed, wincing slightly with the effort and the pain. My first movements were slow, mellow. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, like everything around me was surreal and weightless, yet I felt very, very heavy. It was as if the burdens of my life had been pushed onto my shoulders, making me stumble with every step.

I walked across the room towards the Peter's cabin's exit, opening the door and ambling slowly onto the balcony. My eyebrows knitted together and my eyes narrowed as I peered out, looking around Neverland and down at the few Lost Boys, who had barely noticed my presence.

The morning sun rays of the early morning sun, still looking a little pink and intimidate, shone down on me. My eyes were dazzled and I shielded my senses from the sun.

It was then I realised that I was wearing one of Peter's shirts, and nothing else. Thankfully Peter's clothes were too big for me and so it stopped around mid thigh, but it was still rather embarrassing. I pulled the hem of the shirt down slightly and looked around the immediate area.

The scuffling of the Lost Boys could be heard below me, who were continuing to complete their morning rituals. My hands grabbed the corners of the shirt, twisting them together as I peered over the edge.

'You shouldn't be wearing something so thin and white in the morning light- it becomes transparent, Tiggy.' Came a voice behind me.

I squealed in surprise, turning around far too quickly. My arms windmilled around frantically as I teetered backwards, releasing another, louder squeal. Before I could properly lose my balance, Pan, who still hadn't properly landed on the porch, was by my side and hauling me towards him.