Take Me Away

Chapter Seventeen

My eyes flutter open, and it takes me about two minutes to orient myself. I stay laying in bed for a good hour before I get up, and get out of bed. I scramble to the kitchen, and go through the fridge for something to eat. I grab the eggs, and turn on the stove. When the stove heats up I put butter in the pan and crack two eggs. They sizzle as soon as they hit the pan. I waltz over to the pantry and grab out some bread to make toast, and the house phone rings. "Hello?" I answer.

"Hi, Erin? I just wanted to say I am sorry for your loss."

As soon as I heard that I hung up the phone. I know it's rude, but I didn't want to believe he was actually gone, let alone hear it.

I flip my eggs, and add pepper and salt to them to add some taste. Then I make my toast, and peel an orange. I haven't eaten very well in a while. I start to eat after I put the pan in the sink with the spatula, and watch tv. "Pan is not happy with you, deary." I hear a giggle. As rumple stands by my door. Pan shows up next.

"No, you begged me to come to freaking Neverland and LEAVE me in the middle of the damn night!" He appears in front of me, I can tell he's angry, but so am I.

"Get the hell out of my house!" I yell and stand up to face him. "You too!" Rumple vanishes, "and YOU want to place blame? YOU want to come here and make me go out of my mind for you, and treat me like shit? No. Get out. Now!" I push him back, and he stares at me in astonishment.

"What, shocked by the truth? Honesty cat get your fucking tongue, Peter?"

Before he could open his mouth to answer someone knocks on the door. I walk over to the door, and open it. "What?" I ask, and Andrew looks right past me at Peter. "Is this your little 'long distance' friend, Erin?" He scoffs, and goes to leave. I go to follow, but Peter laughs and adds, "long distance boyfriend, actually. She didn't tell you?"

I shut the door behind me so it's just Andrew and I. "He's lying, he's just an ass."

"But is he just a friend?" Andrew looks at me for the answer, but I fail to answer. He isn't my boyfriend, but he's certainly not my friend. I don't even know what he is. "
He was a damn fairytale, and he should've just stayed one. "That's what I thought."

Andrew gets in his car, and brings the engine to life. The muscle car roars as he speeds off my road, and out of my life. All because of Peter's loud mouth, or maybe my stupid self for getting involved with him.

I turn and head back in my house. "Why would you even want to come back here?" Peter asks as soon as I get inside.

I flip out, done with today, and tomorrow and the next day after that. "Get out! Get out of my house! Get out of my head! Just get out!" I scream, and let a tear slip. "Please, just get the hell out." I whisper.

Peter walks over to me, and pulls me in for a hug reluctantly. "What happened, Erin?" He asks, and holds me closer.

"My dad's dead. He's, he actually died, Peter." I sniffle, "he's gone." I let my knees cave in, and he sits down with me in his arms. Holding me as I just cry, scream, and let it all out. Finally. I feel it. The loss, abandonment, the loneliness. I feel it all at once. Peter kisses my tear stained cheeks, and then my forehead. He picks up my limp body and carries me to my room. As he lays me down, he moves me over so he can get in too.

"Everything is going to be okay." He whispers in my ear. My eyes flutter, and I fall back into the arms of sleep.

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I open my eyes and rub the sleep from them. I look back to Peter sleeping beside me. His arms still around me, and I go to get out of bed before his grip gets tighter. "Shh." He says, "it's okay." His voice cracks, but his eyes never open. The tiredness in his face is enough to tell me he didn't get much sleep without me either.

I kiss his cheek, and he pops an eye open to me and plants a kiss on my lips. I smile, and get up. I take a quick shower, and get dressed. It's about two in the afternoon now. Guess I can try to make the rest of the day count.

I get out of the bathroom and Peter is still sound asleep. I walk into my dads room quietly and kneel by his side of the bed. "I'm sorry, daddy." I whisper into the nothingness that took his place in this house. "I'm sorry."

I hear shuffling in my room, and I get back up and walk out of my dads room. "Peter?" I peek into my room, and he's sitting up now stretching. "My sleep schedule is off from here's sleep schedule." He says, and yawns.

"Yeah, well, now you know how I felt." I laugh, and lean on the door frame.

"I don't want to fight with you anymore, love." He admits finally. "I just don't know how to deal with this kind of feeling. I've never felt it before."

"I thought you and Wendy were always shipped?"

"Shipped? Everyone thinks we were lovebirds, but we met when we were too young to understand love." He scoffs. I look around a second, and take it what he's saying. So, I'm the first he's had feelings for? That's new. I've never been the one the guy chooses. "You are now, I guess." He says, and grins.

I laugh, and then glare at him. "Were you just in my head?" I ask, and he grins again. "Wow! Great, now my head isn't even a safe place from you."

"What did you have something to hide?" He stands up, and walks over to me. "Something you didn't want me to know?" He goes behind me, and kisses my neck. "Cause I can keep to myself. If that's what you want." He breathes by my ear. I shiver under his touch, and turn to face him.

"Not fair." I said, and looked from his eyes to his lips then back to his eyes.

"Who ever told you that I play fair, love?" He leans down, and kisses me. I kiss him back, and he picks me up by grabbing my knees first.

"If you're new to this. How are you so charming?" I ask between kisses.

"Perks of being an asshole teenager for such a long time." He grins, and kisses me again.