Save Me Peter Pan (Robbie Kay)

Call Me Peter, Always Peter.

Song for this chapter-The Devil Within by Digital Daggers

I followed Peter into his tent.

"Sit." He demanded.

I obeyed and walked over to the couch.

"Well Clara..do you have anything to say for yourself?" Peter asked me.

"Alright, look you're not my father. So you can stop treating me like it. You'll never be half the man he was." I spat.

I flinched as Pan raised his hand to slap me again. Though he gently laid his hand back on his thigh.

"You're right. I won't be half the man he was, cause I will never be a man." He smirked.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes in disgust.

"Well what do you think your punishment should be?" Peter asked me.

"To be perfectly honest I think having a punishment is bullshit. I didn't do anything wrong. You killed a boy and yelled at me so I slapped you and you slapped me back so I took off running into the woods. And I said I was sorry." I said avoiding eye contact.

Pan started walking towards me and I stood up. He kept walking towards me as I kept walking backwards until I ran into the wall.

"Clara, do I scare you?" He grinned at the thought.

His body was pressed up against mine. I raised my hand and tried to push him off. Peter just grabbed my wrists and pinned me up against the wall.

"Answer the question." Pan said his eyes not the normal green they were very dark. Black almost.

"N-No." I stuttered. I tried to sound confident but it came out as a whisper.

"I have a feeling you're lying." Pan said inching his face towards mine.

I leaned back into the wall as much as I could and turned my face and flinched.

Peter came up to my ear and whispered "Actually, I know you're lying."

I flinched even more as his hot breath hit my ear. I began to feel little wet spots on my neck.

"P-Pan?" I looked down to see him kissing my neck. He began sucking on my skin causing it to hurt.

"Call me Peter, Always Peter." Peter mumbled against my skin. And with that he turned around and walked out of his tent.

I was so confused as I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

I tilted my head to the side and saw a reddish blue bruise.

"That son of a bitch." I whispered.

"You like it?" Jake's face appeared in the mirror behind me a smirk placed upon his lips.

A/N:Sorry it's a short chapter again but I told you guys I would try to update tonight! It's Christmas Eve still where I live. So Merry Christmas to everyone!

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