I rise up to my feet and begin to trod away with my hands by my side. They can't tell me what to do. I didn't even know it was gathering day. I didn't even know I had to work again. And I don't respect people who treat me with disrespect. This is all familiar to me you know. I dealt with this shit at school as well as at home with my father. Not as often at home, only when dad was really really upset and bothered and drunk.
"Where do you think your going?" Another lost boy with a deep voice shouts. "Pan says no one is to bludge in this camp"
"Authority's are to work, so do it"
"Well I haven't been given authority, sorry" I speak up and walk ahead. My knees and legs start to ache from all this walking.
"What authority?"
I freeze and turn my head to face the voice. It's Pan. He crosses his arms and walks along the sand and stops in front of the lost boys. They turn to look at him.
"Sir, she's not working on gathering day" a lost boys informs him. Oh for gods sake.
"Yeah, make her do something!"
"Hey what's she got in her hand?"
A lost boy kicks my back and collapse onto the sand. The sea shells spill all over and I spit out the sand in my mouth and I cough.
"Ohh wow wow, she's collecting sea shells, what a lowlife freak! How childish" Sam laughs and kicks me again. Oww! All the lost boys laugh. I look up to see Pan and he gives no reaction. I can't help but feel a little hurt.
"Knock it off" I grow low, trying to hold my composure.
"Leave the girl alone" Isacc calls out. I stare up at him as he looks down at me. He Just defended me? But why so? I stand on my own once again and brush the sand from my face. I walk away and my wounds burn and sting from the sand. I wince silently and try to hide the small limb in my leg. Sam grabs my arm and yanks me toward him and my stomach touches his bare chest. I breath slightly trying not to sound afraid. He pushes me to the ground again and kicks my chest. I spit out saliva. Marty laughs.
"Well pan? Is she going to work or not?" Marty calls out. Pan looks down at me with his arms folded and takes a step toward us. Marty walks over and joins in and kicks me. I finally let out a painful moan.
Pan slowly turns around and begins to walk away from me. I feel a sudden hurt rush upon me which couldn't amount to any of these forceful kicks. I feel my heart ache and I find myself unable to breath as I watch him slowly walk, taking a step further away from me in the sand. I struggle to hold the single tear that's threatening to escape. Sam chuckles and the other lost boys join in.
Another lost boy grabs hold my of shirt and pushes their fist right in my stomach. I cough out blood and it stains my teeth. I take hold of the sand infront of me and try to scream but I can't. I just want to go. I just want to die already. The lost boy grabs me by the shirt and tugs me infront of Pan. Blood runs down my lip from my mouth.
"Well?" They say, looking at Pan. He glares at me and shifts his eyes away. The lost boy drops me hard on the ground.
"When did any of you could stop working?" Pan says while shoots them a glare. Sam does not move. No one moves.
"You gonna make this girl work?" Some lost boys yell out. Pan looks down at me as I spit on the remaining sand aswell as blood in my mouth.
"Get back to work, don't waist your time on this worthless pathetic girl ...after you work, you can have her all you want " Pan says disgusted. I widen my eyes. I suddenly get a painful stab in my heart. Metaphorically speaking. What the fuck is his problem!? What did I do wrong? I stand up and stand on my two feet that are beginning to ache. I stare at his two green eyes and his expression does not change. He's going to tell me to go right? Tell me to go back to my room? ....
"You are to carry the remaining piles of wood that the lost boys have cut back to camp and then you are to fish and then once you've done that you are to gather berries from the bushes and the trees, is that clear?" Pan instructs me with a dominating voice. I am surprised by his commands. What?? I look over and the wood piles are heavy and there's at least 50 that I'll need to carry. He has got to be kidding me! I can barely walk. I don't understand, he's the one that said for me to rest!
"But I-"
"Is that clear?" He repeats slightly louder.
"But I can barely walk! You said yourself that-"
"I don't care, If you can walk, you can work!" he raises his voice and turns to the lost boys. "When did I say to stop what your doing? Back to work!"
All the lost boys strode away and get back to their jobs. Sam sends me a smirk and stomps on my sea shells as I'm about to pick them up. I sigh and stand back up and brush the hair from my face. I frown at Pan.
"You can't be serious" I whisper.
"I'm always serious"
"What, you expect me to do all that work?"
"Yep" he sends me a fake smile. What an asshole! I wipe the blood from my face and try not to gag as I taste blood. That taste reminds me of that time with my father, that horrible moment.
"Your such a coward, you did that on purpose because I was in front of them wasn't it"
He stops walking ahead and turns around to look at me.
"What did you just call me?"
"You heard me"
"Well-" he is interrupted and shifts his focus to the lost boys. They are watching us. Sam is smirking.
"Do that again and you'll regret it" he sneers and gets right in my face. "Go do your job lost girl" he walks away and disappears. What ever. He thinks he can just boss me around. He thinks he's so tough. All of them do. But no, I see what's happening here, He just did that because the lost boys where watching us. He doesn't want to appear weak by letting me off the hook.
He's letting the lost boys walk all over him. If that's what's not happening then I don't know what it is. If he truly had complete authority over them then he wouldn't care or worry what they think of him...then again...last night could have been all an act. Maybe I'm being fooled. Maybe they'll all fooling me.
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Authors note:
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