Take Me Away

Chapter Eight

I don't even walk inside my house. Why does he make me feel this way? I sit down in the cold of this December night, in the poisoning darkness. I see a bunny rabbit in the bush by my house, and it has a clock. Oh, no. No. No. No. No. I run in my house, and shut the door. No.

I clean up the kitchen, and do the dishes. Why can't my life be normal? Why can't I like someone normal? Or as normal as normal gets? Why can't I like Andrew? He's so hot with his dark brown, almost back, spiked up hair. Those mesmerizing green eyes. The way he is so nervous, and doesn't like the typical sluts in school. He's in my Psychology class actually now that I think of it. Why have I never noticed him?

Oh, yeah. I always skip that class.

Once i'm done in the kitchen I dry my hands, and look around the house. Then look at the clock. 12:36 A.M. I'm not even tired. I can sleep in tomorrow though so, it doesn't matter what time I go to sleep. I head to my room and sit on the floor, and write in my journal.

Dear Journal,

I don't know what is going on anymore. I am still with my dad, and I keep thinking of Peter Pan. I know anyone who reads this won't understand, but that doesn't matter to me. He matters to me, a lot, but i don't know why. He is always on my mind. I constantly want to know what he is doing, but he always pushes me out. Pushes me away. I hate him, but I miss him. What is going on?

I slowly shove it between my mattress and the bed frame so no one sees it. Then I remember the kiss he placed on my neck. Why did he do that? It makes no sense. Nothing does anymore. Neverland is real, and he is real, and there was a freaking bunny with a watch outside my house! "It's a rabbit." I hear Peter again. Twice in one night, oh lucky me. I go into my bathroom ignoring him with my pjs. "Do you still have my sweatpants?"

"Yes." I say, and slip on my flannel pj pants with a black tank top. Wait, how did he hear my thoughts?

"Can you wash them for me. We don't have washers in Neverland."

"That's gross." I say, and pick them up off the floor after I get out of the bathroom. "I'll leave them by the window tomorrow night."

"You should do them before we leave."

"What do you mean we? Who did you bring?"

"No one. You're leaving with me though. I decided if you want to stay in Neverland then you will stay in Neverland, in a cage, and only with my orders will you leave."

"I'm not coming just to be your prisoner."

"Yes you are, and i'll take you out when I want to play." He does that eye brow thing, and grins at me.

"No, i'm not coming." I want to though so bad.

"Yes you are, and you can't deny that you want to come." Peter comes close to me again. "Because I know you want to, and I know you want me. You can't deny it." He says with lust in his voice. I step away, and go down to do a wash, but I am not leaving with him tonight. No way. I will not be held prisoner. Not by him, and not by anyone.

"So, what do you want to bring i'll pack. By the way, love your choice of undies, my love." He grins holding up my black lace thong.

"I am NOT leaving with you, and put that back!" I yell, and glare at him. I lay down on the couch as he puts my undies back, or at least thats what I thought he was doing. Peter comes down with a duffle bag though. Oh. My. Lord. He just doesn't get it. "Put it back, now. I am not leaving with you, and you can't make me."

Peter shrugs, and puts the bag on the couch beside me, and sits in front of where I am laying. "Why don't you want to come anymore? You were crying, and begging me to before."

"I was not!"

"You so were. 'Peter why did you take me back? Why did you come back? Is it because you know I'm madly in love with you?'" He mimics me in an annoying voice. I roll my eyes.

"I never said that. Get over yourself."

Peter just mocks me, and I shrug. "Why in the hell are you still here? I don't want to go to Neverland anymore." But I do.

"Oh, Erin, stop lying to yourself!" He yells, and I get up, and step away from the couch. He chuckles, and grins, "you're coming to Neverland. It's not a question or an invite. You don't have a choice. Now, wash my pants, ad let's go."

I cross my arms, and glare at him. He pisses me off. His existence pisses me off yet I've grown so fond of him. I walk into the kitchen, and rest my arms on the counter. I don't want to be his prisoner. I want to go there and be a lost girl. Why is he so adamant when it comes to letting lost girls on the island? I don't understand. "Why don't you let lost girls in Neverland?"

"When will my pants be done?"

"When will you answer my question?"

"Later."

"Then later." Peter groans at my reply, and I shrug. I open the fridge, and get out my Arizona. Last one I have to get more like now. I laugh to myself. "What?" Peter asks me confused. I nod my head, and play with the can cap. "Nothing, I just need more Arizona is all."

"Oh, well let's go."

I nearly spit out my tea, and I hold myself together. "We," I point to the both of us, "are not going anywhere together."

Peter frowns, and I laugh, he's got to be kidding me right now. How could he possibly think that I would go out in public with him. He's Peter Pan! Like he looks dirty, and hot, but dirty, and he's not wearing what a normal boy here would wear. "Excuse me, miss?" He catches my attention. "Why can't I be seen in public with you? I mean, are you scared some hot girl will try and flirt with me?"

"You are intolerable." I say, and nod my head. I walk upstairs, and thought he stayed down there, but I guess not because when I picked up my phone Peter was standing behind me. "Privacy issues?"

"You texting that guy you kissed?"

"No, I didn't give him my number."

"Why?"

"Why do you care!" I yell, and storm downstairs. He's so nosy, and ugh! I didn't even want to kiss Andrew, and I don't even know why I kissed back, but I did. Maybe because I wished it was Peter? No, ha! No. I head into the bathroom downstairs, and take my hair out of a messy bun. It's so late. "Peter!" I yell, and he appears in the bathroom with me. "Yes, my love?" He grins. I hate, and both love that grin at the same time. "Can't we leave for Neverland tomorrow? Since you won't give me a choice?"

Peter rolls his eyes, and his eyes look more green now than they did before. He has really beautiful eyes. They looked like the ocean, and Neverland all mixed together and morphed into something beautiful but barely recognizable. I nod, and bring him up to my room. "Okay, um, you can use my brothers old clothes for pjs and I'll make you a bed on the floor."

"Why can't I just sleep in your bed? I mean I know your a virgin and all, but come on. You want to sleep with me."

I face palm so hard, and throw my brothers old pjs at him. "Where is your brother anyways?"

I felt a train hit my gut, and my heart shattered. "He's taking a walk in the clouds." I say, and look away to hide my watery eyes.