'Take me to Neverland Peter..'

Chapter 6

I've told Peter I just needed time, but I didn't think it would take months. It's been three months since I've talked to Peter. He doesn't come by my window anymore. My mother made me close it because its not safe. She comes in and checks in the middle if the night if its open or not. I figured that out the hard way.

I had closed the window when she was watching me go to bed, once she left and I heard her and my father start their nightly games. I walked slowly to the window and opened it sitting on the window seat waiting for Peter.

I could see him flying in the distance coming to me, and I smiled knowing my answer already. Once he was closer my door burst open and in walked my 'mother'. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU.!?" She screeched as she yanked me by my arm of the window seat and closed the window locking it. "I-I like the cool air at night. You know that, and I don't see the problem.?" I said while standing up.

She turned to glair at me and she slapped me. She actually slapped me. For the first time in all my life my mother hit me. I looked at her eyes wide in shock and fear. Her face showed shock and regret. "I-I...go to sleep Payton." She smoother her night gown and walked out slamming the door behind her.

I ran to the window and tried to open it. I noticed a lock that needed a key on the window. "No. Peter." I whispered as I saw him trying to open the window. He looked at me with sad and hurt eyes. I shook my head as tears fell down my cheeks. His face went from hurt and sad to angry and betrayed in a matter of seconds. He quickly flew away leaving me forever. I knew deep down he would be back but I ignored it as I climbed in bed and slowly fell asleep.

The next few days where torturous. My mother and father would take turns beating me. I wasn't aloud to see Alex. I haven't seen Peter. I went to the woods and tried to find The Center. I looked for weeks and never found it. After a while of looking AGAIN I just went home.

All I needed was a nice warm bath, that's all I wanted. Instead I lay on the bathroom floor in pain. I didn't mean to drop the picture of my mother and father I swear I didn't. I was just looking at their smiling happy faces. It was before they got me and before I ruined their lives.

I was just looking at it when my father yelled my name scaring me and I jumped dropping the picture. It landed on the floor with a crash and glass went everywhere. I kept saying sorry but he didn't listen. All he did was yell and beat me. I didn't cry until I was alone in the bathroom. I looked the door and laid on the cool tile floor.

Now I know what you might be thinking. Omg another story where the girl gets beat then runs away and lives happily ever after well I can assure you, my life's not that simple. I have tried to run away. Twice. Both times my parents have called the police acting as the grief stricken loving parents and they always found me.

Not this time, no this time I would be going somewhere they will never find me.