Neverlands Girl (Ouat Peter Pan X Reader)

Chapter 4: Stories

(Your P.O.V)

I spent the day in the cold jail like cell. Wasn't warm, wasn't cozy. It reminded me so much of the orphanage. The orphanage. The orphanage reminded me of how I got put there. Tears beaded my eyes at the reminded of me (being beaten by my father after my mother died in an accident. I screamed so loud the police came. I shook the thought out of my head and gripped the bars of the little cage, tears streaming down my face. This reminded me to much. I heard footsteps in the distance and sat down, wiping away my tears.
A Lost Boy named Reece, was it? Yeah, Reece. A lost boy named Reece brings me food everyday and I accepted it the first day but then stopped for yesterday and today. I haven't eaten in two days. I mean, im not eating food from people who kidnapped me. Why would I?
Reece appeared quickly with bread and mashed potatoes.

"Here ya go." He put the food inside the cage.

I pushed it back out and he gave me a mad but concerned look.

"No thank you."

He sighed and got up.

"You better eat soon. Don't wanna starve to death. You need your strength on Neverland." Then, he left.

I sighed and let the sounds of my stomach echo through my ears.

(Peter P.O.V)

I saw Reece walk back with the plate of food and marched over to him.

"Bloody hell. Can you do one bloody thing for me?!" I growled at him and he shrunk down.

"B-but sir sh-she won't e-eat." He stammered.

I grabbed the plate and moved towards the pit.

Think she can play this game? She thinks I'll fail? Peter Pan never fails!

(Your P.O.V)

I heard footsteps and stood up by how heavy they sounded. They sounded angry. I gulped when I saw the angry head, of Peter Pan.

"Eat the bloody food!" He huffed and shoved it in my cage.

I smiled sarcastically and grabbed the plate, then set it down in the corner of the pit.

"No thanks." I chirped and sat down as he glared.

"Its gonna get cold.." He taunted but I just shrugged.

That's when he snapped. He rushed in my cage and slammed me up against the dirt wall. I gasped as my hands got pinned against the wall above me and I squirmed around.

"Listen here. I'm the boss. Not you. You listen to me. Nobody el- what's that?" He stared at my bruised arm.

"Nothing." I lied and tried to yank my hand away.

"That doesn't look like nothing.." He ran his fingers down my arm and I shut my eyes in fear he would hurt me.

"Were you... " he hinted and I hesitated before nodding slowly, letting a few tears slip down my face.

He stared at me silently, as if he was thinking. Then, he released my arms and I sighed.

"I had no idea. You could of told me and we could of treated you." He ranted quietly and I stared at the ground.

"Its not something I like to talk about.."

"Well, its better to talk then hold it in."

I nodded and pressed my back against the wall before sliding to the floor. He crouched down and sat criss cross in front of me.

"Would you tell me what happened?" He raised an eyebrow.

I gulped and stared at him. This was Peter Pan. Not any Peter Pan, but Dark Peter Pan. Who knew what his magic was capable of. I mean, something about stealing my heart? I had no choice. He could hurt me if I said no. He wants to know. As he said, Peter Pan never fails. His Face was so hard toWd. His face pretty much showed nothing so I just nodded.

"Well, umm." I started. "I was 11, yes. My mom died of an illness and my father was... Devastated. He slowly went crazy, day by day. He would always... Hurt me and scream at me. The first day I was confused and he just yelled at me but the days kept getting worse.." I didn't notice my voice cracking and the tears falling down my face faster then the wind. "He said.. It was my fault. My fault my mother was dead. My fault I always wanted to play outside with her. Even when she was busy I would beg her to play outside with me. It was my fault.." I let out a quiet sob and he still had that plain look on his face.

Peter looked at me with concern slowly building up in his eyes and he looked like he was about to say something but shook his head.

"Your right, it was your fault. Why would you do that?" He said accusingly and I buried my head in my hands and let the tears out, shaking.

"I know I know I know. It was all my fault." I sobbed.

Peter got up and wiped the dust off of him.

"That poor, nice woman that you killed." He sighed and crawled out of the cage, leaving my crying figure.

(Peter P.O.V)

I felt awful for leaving her like that. I wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault, it was all right, but then I remembered who I was. Not a babysitter. Peter Pan. I am Peter Pan. Her muffled sobs came behind me and I had to clench my hands into fists and bite my tounge not to go back and apologize. I hurt her to the core and I didn't even know her name. I walked away to my tent and saw all the Lost Boys staring at me.

"What? You expect me to cradle her to bed? Well, let me tell ya. My favorite part of the lullaby is when the cradle drops, and breaks." I scowled and walked into my tent.

Don't go back... Don't go back...

I flopped on the bed and clenched the blankets.

Don't.... Go.... Back!

But, I disagreed. I marched right back to that cage. I may be Peter Pan, but I have my own story. And let Me tell ya, me and her are very much alike.