Take Me Away

Chapter Four

I backhand Peter as hard as I possibly can, and he backs off holding his face. "Stay the hell away! She was trying to help me, and be nice unlike you!" I yell, and start to limp away.

For a while I think that I got away from him, but the sun goes down quickly, and Peter appears right in front of me, and I run into him. "Oof!" We both grunt. He looks into my eyes, and I roll off of him. "I'm sorry." He says.

"No, you're not. You didn't want me to come to Neverland, and you showed me that. You're not sorry you did what you did. So don't say it." I say standing up, and start to walk away, but I honestly don't know where I am going right now, and the darkness around me was clouding my thoughts.

"Where are you going? It's about time for the camp fire."

"What camp fire?"

"We have a camp fire every night, and dance and have a good time. You can come. There's also food, if you're hungry." Peter says, and gets up rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Why the sudden mood change?

"Oh. I'm not going to be sacrificed or tricked into anything right?" I cross my arms. Peter just nods his head, and puts his hands up in surrender. "Nothing tonight."

Peter leads the way to the sleeping grounds, and they already have a fire started and are dancing. Peter takes out his whistle, and starts playing. It sounds so beautiful I just stand there in a trance staring at him. Everything goes in slow motion, and his eyes look down at his whistle while playing to the boys dancing around the fire then into mine. His eyes are soft looking into mine. With a sadness laced through them. "Only those who are lost can hear it. Do you hear it?" He asks, and everyone is still dancing, and despite him being on the other side of the fire I hear him like he is right next to me. All around me.

"Yes." I say, and he smiles small. "I want to show you something."

I go to walk with him, but the pain in my thigh keeps getting worse. I look down at it, my whole thigh of my pant is bloody. "Peter?" I say weakly. He looks back at me with concern in his eyes, then he looks down at my leg. He walk over to me slowly, and wraps his arm around me keeping me up. Then picks me up bridal style. "You might want to take off your shorts for this." He says. I look around, and we're by a little pond with a cave, and lots of ivy hanging. "W-what?" I say, and he sits me down with my feet dangling in the water. I left my shoes by the mermaid, so I've been barefoot for a while. "The water. It has this healing power, and it can heal your leg, but I don't know if you want to go in with your pants and get them wet or not." Peter says, and steps away. "I'll look away if you don't feel comfortable. I'll go get a towel or something."

"You have towels here?"

"Something like it." He shrugs. "I'll just, uh be right back." He disappears, and I slide slowly into the water. It stung badly for a second, but I felt it tickle, and then sparkle and it was gone. All healed. All that was left was a scar. I pulled my sweatshirt I was wearing off, and lay it beside the pond to heal my arm. Then Peter appears, and I cover myself with my sweatshirt, and get out. "Uh, here." Peter hands me the cloth to dry myself. I take it, and wrap it around me. "Do you have pants I could wear?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"I have my old sweatpants I wore when I first came here." He says. I nod, and we walk back to his little tree room. "Here, he hands me them then leaves his room giving me privacy. Why is he being so nice now? Damn, he's confusing. I slip on his sweatpants, and they fit pretty well he must've came here pretty young. I wonder how long he has been here.

I look around his room. It was cozy. He had a nice little mattress on a beautiful hand crafted wooden bed frame. "Wow." I whisper to myself, and I hear knocking on the door. "Yeah, come in." I say, and I go to walk out of his room, but he walks in at the same time. I laugh, and he smiles and laughs. "Um, there's a little guest room you could stay in across from me." Peter says, and makes no attempt in going in his room. He just stands there in the doorway as I go to walk away, but then he grabs my arm placing me gently against his door frame. "I'm sorry. I told you." Peter whispers, and he places his forehead to mine. I look into his eyes, and their mainly blue now. His eyes change so much. Not even they are a constant.

He let's go of me, and I stay quiet walking to the guest room. It was cute, and similar to Peter's, but the bed had sheets neatly folded at the end of it. I made the bed as quick as I could because I was tired. Then I hop into bed, and close my eyes letting sleep take me over. It took a little while to doze off, and morning came a little faster than I thought, but I had a good sleep.

It must have only been around seven in the morning, and I heard nothing but chaos outside the room. "Get your weapons boys! Roll the canons onto the sand! Get into the trees! He won't know what hit em'!" I hear Peter yell to the lost boys.

"Peter what's going on!" I yell over all the noise.

"Not now, Erin! Get back in your room." He yells at me, and I flinch.

"You can't tell me what to do, Pan." I say, and I don't know why I called him that.

Peter storms over to me and pushes me. "It is none of your business, Marie." He calls me by my last name.

"I can help with whatever it is."

"No you can't help with this, Erin. I'm taking you back home. I'll be right back boys." He says, and grabs me.

"Peter! Stop!" I wiggle out of his grasp, and stop him in his tracks. "I don't want to go home. That isn't home!" I yell at him. Peter looks tired like he hasn't gotten much sleep last night, but that tired look is quickly replaced by anger and rage. "You don't belong here, Erin! You will NEVER belong here! There has never been, and never will be a lost girl in Neverland!"

"Why!" I yell back.

"Because I made this place!"

"I feel so alone and lost there, Peter! Don't make me go back!"

"You don't know what feeling alone is! I created this place all by myself without even knowing it! How scared do you think I was! How alone do you think I felt?" Peter's eyebrow went up, and I slumped my shoulders.

"I'm taking you back." He said, and I went to throw an arrow at him, but he catches it and breaks it.

"You can't do that to me!"

"Watch me." He doesn't look at me.

One minute everything is normal, and the next the wind starts to pick up, and everything goes black and I'm back in my room. Without Peter, and without a goodbye.

I fall to my knees, and pound my fists on the floor. "Erin!" I hear my father yell. "Erin! Pack your fucking shit, and get out! I'm done with your bullshit! Where have you been all night!" He bursts through my door.