Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

I Love Taking Risks... (Part 2)

Part 2 of a request for @slendys_daughter543

Warning: This imagine contains a lot of information about alcohol, abuse, and involves violence. Please do not read this imagine if you are sensitive to these subjects.

He raised his fist in anger. I slowly moved away but my back hit the wall. The enraged face of my father was right in my line of vision. Alcohol's stench overwhelmed my nose. His friends surrounded me on all sides, all with their eyes narrowed and fists ready. One even held up a pocket knife. Their presence made me want to sink to the floor and cry. Knowing what was about to happen made the urge even worse.

Father's fist raised even higher above my head. I shrunk back and pressed my body so hard into the wall I could hear it creak a bit, even above the men's voices. It came closer. My breathing quickened. My heart thudded, it was inches from my jaw. And then it wasn't.

I heard a sickening crack, and saw red. Blood seeped onto the rotten carpet, joining other bloodstains that had been left from many drunken nights. The men laughed and left to play poker in the living room. I ran to my brother's side. "FELIX!"

He looked up and me, blood pouring from his nose. "B- Becky? You have to... you have to go upstairs! Get away from them, you know they're worse to you!"

"No! Oh god... oh god, are you okay? Your nose! Is it... is it broken?"

Weakly, he shook his head. "I don't think so..."

"Felix," I began to sob, "you can't always save me! Not at the price of hurting yourself!"

"I'll always protect you. Always." he whispered.

I awoke with a scream. Quickly, I shot up in bed. Sweat was beaded on my brow and underarms. My lungs were processing oxygen way too fast, and my heart was thudding out of my chest.

"Ugh," Peter rolled over in bed groggily, "Becky? What's wrong?"

I blinked a couple times and shakily lay back down. "Nothing, I'm fine, just fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I lied.

He sat up and flicked his hand. The candle on the bedside table lit up with magic. "No, you're not. You woke up screaming and in a cold sweat. What's wrong?"

"Just a nightmare, that's all." I reassured him and turned away to face the wall.

He sighed, "Becky, I want to know what's wrong, but I can't do that unless you talk to me."

"Fine," I surrendered and sat up

"What was the nightmare about?"

"My past,"

He ran a hand through his tousled brown hair. "You're going to have to be more specific than that, love."

I looked him in the eye and began to explain. "When I was young, my father abused Felix and I. He would bring his good for nothing friends home with him to play poker and drink. When they got drunk enough, they would attack Felix and I. It... it was awful. But we came here, to Neverland, and ever since Felix has been protective of me. Which you found out the hard way. Actually, one of the big reasons Felix never let me date you was because of these nightmares I get sometimes."

"The nightmares? That's the main reason he didn't let you date me?" Peter's eyes softened. I just nodded in reply. "Come here." He opened his arms and lay back down.

"What?"

"Come here. I'll hold you so you can go back to sleep." He beckoned me forwards and I complied.

I snuggled down into his arms and let my head fall into his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart lulled me into a peaceful sleep. 

Needless to say, I have never had a nightmare since, as long as I was with him.