"Welcome to my house, Peter."
I looked around at all of my surroundings. It was nice, but I could tell Mrs. Barrie had moved out do to gaps in the room that could be easily filled. I looked down and realized I was still clutching onto my journal. I slipped it back into my pocket, hoping Mr. Barrie wouldn't fuss over it. He noticed it, but he didn't go into it deeply.
"You can put that on the table, if you'd like."
I nodded and placed it there. Silence filled the room as we looked at each other. Our eyes met as we scanned the room, and broke the silence.
"Peter," he started in, "from what I can understand from our conversation at the park, your mother wasn't doing so well this morning, right?"
"Right..."
"And so you helped her get back to bed, and then went downstairs?"
I nodded and signaled him to continue.
"But then your brothers came downstairs...?"
I gave a very slight nod.
"They started drilling me, like they needed answers. So I started to run for the park, but grandmother came to the door and started yelling. Theres just certain times where I don't like them budging into everything I do."
He put his arm around me to try and support me. To tell me it was alright, without even opening his mouth. Without making a sound. But for some reason, its the most understood I think I've ever felt.
Our heads both turned to the door, where we heard a knock.
"Uh oh," I whispered.
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Just a Dog in a Park (A Finding Neverland Fan Fiction)
FanfictionYou've heard the story of "Finding Neverland", but you haven't heard it from the perspective of Peter Llewelyn Davies. Thank you all so much for all the views and votes. It means a lot to me. ~I do not own any songs or characters from Finding Neverl...
