Peter pan/ Robbie Kay imagines

New home

It's short but I hope you like it
Abuse don't read if your not comfortable.

You brace yourself by shielding your face with your arms and curling up into a ball as a splurge of pain hits you in the stomach, ignoring your knees protecting it. You feel a bruise emerge onto the places he kicks you, pounding with great force. Tears stream down your face as the final blow hits you in your face, creating fuzzy, black rims around your eyes. Your father leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out, his red anger apparent on his face. You reach up to your bed, and land on it, sobbing uncontrollably, your tears staining the sides of your face.
A knock on the window interrupts your wails, as you wipe your cheeks dry, your eyes still red and puffy. You contemplate opening the door, wondering if the strange noises come from some creep in the night, when the curtains flow violently, and the lock of the window shakes until it flicks open as the window flings open, allowing a figure into your room, the moonlight shimmering on its outline, green eyes shining bright along the shady darkness.
You grasp the book next to you, and hold it up like a weapon. "No need for that, love." The shadow reveals to be a young boy with chestnut hair, and green attire, as he removes the book from your hands, placing it gently onto your desk next to your miniature lamp. "Who are you?" you question, still wary around the strange boy, "How did you get in here?" He walks towards you, "I'm Peter Pan, I come from Neverland, a land where children never grow old, where there is magic, and I can take you back with me." He takes your hand, comforting you while you sit down. You think about your life, the abuse you've been through, your future if you stay in your home, until a minute goes by, "I know how rough it is here for you, please, let me take you. You can have a happy ending." He leans in close to yours, his eyes glistening. You finally agree, reminding yourself you'd probably die if you didn't, and he grabs your waist, carrying you to the edge of the window. "What are you doing?!" you question, trying to balance yourself on the ledge. Peter flies out, "How are you flying?!" you wonder, confused. "How do you think I got here?" he responds, a slight sassy attitude in his voice. His hand touches yours, grabbing them, as you lift off of the window, flying in the air with Peter. He floats towards the stars, teleporting you to the new land. The two of you land onto the beach, as Peter lets you browse your new home..
Neverland.