A brother's love - a OUAT Peter Pan story (ON HOLD)

Charapter 1

It was a dark rainy night. In the small quiet house the only thing you could hear beside the soft rain, was that of small bare feet padding against the hard wooden floor. A little girl walked down the dark corridor toward an old wooden door. The girl open the door making a creak noise. In the room you could see the dark silhouette of a body lying in the bad. With the little moonlight that came from the small window you could make the face of a teenage boy. The little girl walked toward the bed. The girl gentle shook the boy.

'Peter'

She said softly. The boy "Peter" stirred but did not awake. The girl shook him again a little harder and say a little louder.

'Peter'

Successfully waking him up. Peter sat up on his bed and looked down in the face of his 5-year-old baby sister.

'What's wrong, Princess ?'

Peter asked in a sleepy yet worried voice.

'I had a nightmare'

The girl answer.

'Ahh...come here'

Peter said moving in the bed to make space for her to get in.

Before the girl could make a move the door opened harshly and in the doorway stood a quiet large man. The air filled with the smell of alcohol coming from him. The siblings looked at the man. The girl's eyes filled with fear and Peter's with concern as he was worried about the safety. The man started walking toward the two siblings. The anger and tons of alcohol had clearly taken a hold of him and he raised his fist ready to punch them. Peter grabbed his sister and shelled her using his body as a barrier so the man would only hit him. The girl started to cry quietly making Peter pull her closer to him.

'Peter I'm scared'

The girl whispered just loud enough for him to heard.

'Don't worry, Flower, I'm here and I won't let anything happen to you'

Peter said grunting slightly with each hit. The man continued to hit the boy making him pass out but did not let the gurl out of his grip. Unfortunately the man grabbed the girl hitting her too. The girl cried harder with each hit.

'F-Father....p-please....s-stop'

The girl said.

'SHUT UP ! That's why your mother is dead. Because you couldn't keep that big mouth of yours shut'

The girl's father yelled.

The siblings' mother a good and kind-hearted woman has dead two years prior the current events. A man had broken into the house, the little girl and her mother hid in one of the rooms. Unfortunately the man heard the girl's cries and walked to the room. Hearing the man footsteps louder and louder the woman hid the girl in the closet. Just as the woman stepped away from there, the man walked in. Silence filled the air from when the girl heard someone walk in the room and then....

A scream and running footsteps getting farther and farther away, the girl froze and did not dare to move from her spot.

Later that night Peter and their father were walking back home, the saw the broken door and ran toward it. After looking all over the house they found the woman's dead body and with the little girl not being present their minds went to the worst and so they started yelling the girl's name. Their calls where answered when they heard crying from the closet. Both men ran to the closet and opened it to see the little girl crying. Quickly 16-year-old Peter pulled his baby sister in his arms thanking God that at least beloved sister was alive. After, the girl told them what had happened while they tried to calm her down. But weeks after the death of his beloved wife, the man started to drink and abused his children and that continued until today.

The man continued hitting the girl with more and more hate. Her eyes started to close. Peter's eyes slowly opened but once he saw the scene before him, he did not waste a second to tackle his father to the floor and screamed

'EMILY ROSE NO ! STAY AWAY FROM HER !'

With a hard punch the man passed out. Peter quickly ran to his sister taking her in his arms before Emily's vision faded unto darkness. Peter gentle set her on his bed, grabbed a bag putting in some of his sister and his belongings and other important stuff like food, water, whatever money they had in the house, the first aid kit and a picture of his mother, sister and him. With the bag over his shoulder and his sister in his arms, Peter walked out of the door. Away from the man they once called "Father".