Tree Pixie ·Robbie Kay·

Chapter Four

Recap: 

"Now that we know who's boss, I'll be taking you with me to my camp." 

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My eyes bugged out of my skull; no way was I going with him after that! I'd rather a wild animal come and eat me alive in the dark of the forest ground. He just hurt and humiliated me completely, and then acted as if he could care less for my well being. 

This was not just going to blow right over my head by any means, especially because I had that throbbing, aching reminder on my back to keep me standing my ground. 

"Guilt trip him...make him feel absolutely, positively...despicable..."  my thoughts whirled through my mind, hissing the devious plan at me.

I whimpered, curling up into a tight ball and wrapping my hands around my head as Pan reached out to touch me; I wasn't acting too much (my back actually did hurt) but I figured it would make him feel like a jerk for pulling that on me. I was doing what my instinct was, to deceive the fool who thinks I can't handle myself.

 I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making this easy; he was going to have to move me himself if he wanted me to go with him, and if making him feel like crap was a way to do so, then so be it.

He stood up and brushed his pants off, walking around to my back side, seeing nothing but the tightly tied, ripped shirt. I peaked through my damp lashes to watch his reaction, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he had a look of confusion on his face, and hidden somewhere was a bit of...regret? Sympathy?

No, Pan didn't have those thoughts, right? He didn't get that sinking feeling in his gut, the one that feels like your heart has an anchor weighting on it. Surely he could never feel something like that...I think?

His brows pulled together in confusion, making me metaphorically pat myself on my bloody, scratched, and bruised back. 

That face, it's exactly what I need. With his head tilted and his thoughts all stirred up, maybe I can get his mercy on my side. If he truly cares for me as much as he says, if he has really been looking for me all this time, he will let me go. Maybe instead of kidnapping me, he'll be smart, and earn my trust and friendship.

He looked over my face, seeing my eyes squeezed tightly in extreme pain, my fists balled against my forehead as tears flowed heavily down my cheeks. They weren't fake, I just wasn't holding them back like I usually would...or maybe I just couldn't control them this time. Either way, they most definitely worked to my advantage.

I can only guess he finally figured out that the problem was behind my shirt, (about time right?) so he squatted down next to my curled up figure. His hands reached for the knot I had tied together to keep the shirt covering the injury, and they started to undo it. I jolted away from him, fear evident on my face.

Wait, wait, wait, hold up! This is not part of my plan, he is not supposed to touch me! Touching is way past my limit, nobody but myself is allowed to touch anything on me, and nobody has for many, many years. I do not want him to touch me, it will destroy my plan. I need him off, like now.

 I mean, did he really think that I would just let him take off my shirt? I don't want him to touch me, and he thinks that he can just pass this major invasion of privacy without me objecting? He apparently wasn't as smart as I thought him to be...or maybe he had a plan forming in his mind as he did the things he did.

"No, stay calm..." he muttered, reaching out to grab the knot on my side again.

Oh, this boy must be a complete idiot.