Tethered || Peter Pan OUAT

Chapter 16: Don't Need

|| A L I V I A ||

Alivia forced her gaze up, not knowing exactly what to say to him. "You had a sister?" She whispered her eyebrows furrowing. Nodding, his eyes didn't shift from the ground. "Alivia, were you abused?" He quizzed quietly.

Alivia shook her head "No." Saying that single word made him look up. "What?" "I had a stepfather yes, and he was a horrible drunk but he only hurt me in only three occasions. And those were in the past, not even relatively close to now." She explained, not hesitating by questioning herself if she should reply or not.

Peter nodded staying silent, trying to put all of the pieces together in his head. "What happened to your sister?" She blurted, no longer being able to contain the itching question. As the boy sat in silence for a moment he held out his hands. "Remember the deal," he muttered. Looking down at his hands she placed them into his.

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Peter stood once again before the man. "Very urgent about this trade today, huh boyo?" The man stated more than questioned as he handed Peter what was due. "Possibly." he responded in a flat tone as he grabbed the bag and turned to leave.

"Hope it works out for you," the man commented. And without a single word dream from either mouth's, Peter set forth on his path home. Yet, this time around the way home seemed to take hours longer. Every second was dragged to the point where everything around him moved slowly. So slowly that he felt the sweat trickle down his neck.

Opening the door and swiftly walking in, he rushed to the room where his sister laid. Kneeling beside of her, he brushed the stranded stray hairs away from her face. And for a couple of moments he froze, and all he could was helplessly watch his sister as she slept.

Taking the now hot hand towel off of her forehead, he pour cool water onto the cloth. Making the heat of the rag decrease and the coolness increase. Folding it messily he placed it carefully back on her forehead, his heart slowing started to thump, almost to the point where it could break through his ribs.

Taking out the small bottle, he popped the lid off with ease. "Please work," he mutter to himself has he tipped the bottle on her lips, sending the room temperature liquid down her throat.

The first minuet was horrible, nothing happened, the only thing he could hear was the ring of complete silence. That was until Poppy stirred. "Peeta," she forced out. "I'm here," he said quickly sitting up next to her side.

"I love you," she whispered her lips barely moving in the process. "I love you too." he answered quietly. She looked up at him, her orbs still filled with so much wonder. With so much hope. The tiny girl has so far to go in life. But there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. All he could do was sit there as he watched his baby sister's life leave her eyes. His body freezing to complete stillness.

The soft no's turned into one loud scream. A scream of pain as he felt his heart crack and split. A scream on throbbing pain as hot tears raced down his cheek, and dripping on her motionless arm. Bowing his head, he pressed his lips on her small hand. The warmth was still present, but he knew that they would be cold and stiff before long. Squeezing his eyes shut he felt the anger escape from his veins. And all he could feel was an empty heart. "Farewell darling," he whispered against her skin.

Doing so, he heard the front door open and close. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to care. He could be killed for all he cared. Hearing a gasp he looked up, there standing in the door frame was his mother. Her dainty hands covered her mouth as her eyes widened with realization.

"You killed her?" "Excuse me?" "I know you were a monster, just like your father, you killed her!" His mom cried out setting a harsh glare at him. Jumping to his feet, anger and anguish took over ever fiber in his being once again.

"You're the one that killed her. You're the one that left us, how dare you pop back into this house, acting like you give a hang about our safety." He spoke through gritted teeth walking two steps closer to her. "You are no mother, and we were no children to you." He spat as he pushed past her.

"Leave and you won't be welcomed back." "I don't need to be," he spoke coldly as he grabbed his bag that sat on the floor to the left. Pausing right outside the door he looked over his shoulder. "I'll find a place where all lost boys can go."

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Alivia could feel the shaken fear that had been placed around them both. Looking over to Peter she saw as he blinked quickly. "I'm-" Alivia cut herself short and instead of speaking her words of an apology. She showed him.

Pulling him into a hug. She could feel the deep intakes of breathe that he took in attempt to avoid the heart-wrenching act of crying. "Is that why there are no women in Neverland?" He nodded as he looked up at her.

"Throughout my life women have hurt my heart to the point where I could no longer feel. I didn't want to be hurt like that again. Like how they acted like they actually cared but the next thing I knew they'd be gone." "I won't do that to you." "Don't say things you can't control darling."

A/N
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I think that's enough flash backs for now :,)