Take Me Away

Chapter Nine

(Okay! So, I am going to add more pictures eventually, but I haven't gotten to it yet! I didn't think I would get so far in this book, but I think I'm going to write it in Peter Pans point of view too. So, you guys will see what he's thinking, and doing too. Tell me what you think in the comments!)

I wake up to Peter snoring, asleep on my stomach. You know those really cute love story movies you see in the theaters? Well, waking up to him felt like a movie. I mean, he's an asshole don't get me wrong, but there's something about him that just, ugh. I sigh, and Peters messy head pops up looking at me. "What time is it?" He says, and his voice cracks.

"Um," I go to lean over the bed, and he holds onto my waist. I grab my phone off the floor, and get back to the position I was in. "It's almost one in the afternoon." I say, and he raises his eye brows. Then lays his head back on my stomach. "I can hear you digesting food." He says so serious that I burst out laughing, and fall out of bed. Peter then takes this opportunity to take up the whole bed, and I let him. "I'm going to take a shower. Stay either in my room, or in the living room down stairs. You can watch tv."

He doesn't give me any problems this time, and I pick out an outfit for the day. I have to go out to get Arizona today. I start the shower, and lock the bathroom door. The hot water fogs up the bathroom quickly, and I step in the shower after stripping. It felt nice. It always does, but getting out is horrible. It's so cold! I wash myself, and I run out of hot water fast. When I'm done in the shower I get out, and dry myself off. "Erin! Erin!" I hear Peter yell. What did he do now?

"Your dad is in the driveway cursing." He says with no emotion as I rush out of the bathroom. I slump my shoulders and look out the window, cracking it a bit. "Why did you leave me! God damn it, Loraine!" He yells with a slur. I throw on a sweatshirt without anything else on, and shorts. Then run outside.

I grab my dad, and pull him inside laying him on the couch where he lies crying. I sit on the steps while Peter is taking a shower, and watch my dad.

I hate this, and I hate my whole situation. The more he does this the more anger and resentment that builds up inside me. I look down at the bottle I took from my dad beside me, and chuck it into the kitchen. My dad doesn't wake up because he's too drunk, but Peter slowly steps down the stairs.

I look up at him, and my anger quickly subsides. "You okay?" His voice soft, and I look at his body with only a towel hung loosely on his hips. A droplet of water traveled down his body and over the hills and valleys of his abs. "Erin?" I snap out of my trance. "I'm fine."

"You don't look it, love." Peter walks down to the bottom of the stairs, and over to me. I step back, and he grabs my arms sternly and pulled me into his chest into a tight hug. "I'm sorry I'm such an ass I'm new at this."

"New at what?" I ask him, and he steps back as if orienting himself. "Nothing, I don't, heh," he laughs it off. I slump my shoulders, and look up at him. Why is he looking at me like that? There's probably something on my face. Darn it. I turn around, and start picking up the broken glass. "I'm going to get changed. I'm here if you need though." He walks upstairs, and I curse at myself. Once I'm done picking up the broken pieces of the bottle and all that's left here of my life I kneel beside my father on the couch. "I'm sorry." I kiss his forehead, and grab Peters sweatpants from the dryer. I head up to him, and throw his sweatpants on the floor. Peter comes out without a shirt, and just his dark brown pants.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks me, but I just look him over, and giggle.

"You're not."

He grins, and puts on his brown cuffs on his wrists, and then looks back over at me. "I don't need to be."

"And why must I?" I ask, and furrow my brows.

"Because all the boys on that islands besides the kids are just a bunch of horny teenagers, and you're off limits."

"To you too?" I grin.

Now he appears right in front of me, and our noses touch as he looks at my lips. "To Hayden, to Justin, to Drew, to me, and to everyone else in Neverland."

"Well, Peter Pan, I don't think you mean that." I cock my head slightly, an his hot breath hits my lips making me want to kiss him, but I brush the thought away as he disappears and is behind me now. "I mean it." He walks around me from behind, and grabs his shirt off the bed, and starts to button it. "You're wearing your dirty clothes?"

"What can I say? I'm a dirty boy." Peter winks, and I face palm. This boy is going to put me through a lot I can already tell. I turn around, and head into the bathroom. I didn't even have time to do my make up before my dad came home. I put on some light mascara, and eyeliner with a wing, and chapstick. That's all I usually wear. I go to my bed, ignoring Peter packing more stuff for me, and grab my clothes to get dressed then head back to the bathroom. My clothes kind of matched my bathroom colours with the light teal colour, and  black. I put on my light teal, racer back, tank, and my black skinny jeans. Then I put on my gray half sweatshirt since it is December now, and it's cold as all hell, but still hasn't snowed yet. "Now are you ready? I am."

"Yeah, I guess." I say, and shrug.

Peters ears do this weird twitching thing, and he cocks his head looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "What?" I ask him.

"Somethings wrong." He says, and walks over to me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I mean I'm going to be put in a cage for the rest of my life when we get to Neverland, and I don't have a choice, so nothing."

"Hey, what do you mean rest of your life? You don't ever die." He laughs, and I widen my eyes.

"What do you mean? How old are you?"

"I'm A LOT older than I look, my love." Peter grins.

I shiver, and grab the duffel bag he packed for me, and walk to the window. "Let's go."

"Uhm, I forgot it has to be night. We have time to kill."

I groan, and put the bag on my bed, and look around. Once I spy my Ps4 game controller I grin, and look over at Peter. "We're playing my kind of games." All he does is give me a confused look, and I laugh giving him the controller.