The Dark Days

Sixteen.

"I don't understand!" I yell as I push the door to the hideout open so hard it hits the wall. "You're hardly ever here, and when you are, you expect me to not be mad at you." I whirl around to face him. "When you're always gone I'm going to be a little pissed, Peter!"

"I'm sorry," he says tiredly. "I just want you to be happy, and the only way for you to happy is if I _"

"Don't you dare say 'if I activate the curse'," I growl. "This has nothing to do with the curse. You know what? I would be happier if you didn't even have that stupid curse! I could actually try to have a normal life! We could live together, we could be happy together!" I grip his arms. "Peter, you have to stop this. You have to. It isn't right."

"I don't care if it's right!" he yells suddenly, grabbing my biceps and shaking me a little. My eyes widen and my hands go against his chest, attempting to push him away. Peter stares at me angrily for a few more seconds before his own eyes widen and he releases me. I instantly take a step back and rub my arms, looking down at the floor.

"Kase, I -"

"Just go, Peter," I whimper, a tear leaking out my eye.

"Don't do that," he says, stepping forward and grabbing my arms again, pulling me into his chest. "Please, Kase. I want to help you feel better."

"Well you can't," I snap, shoving him off and turning around, crossing my arms.

I begin to sniffle and wipe my eyes with my sleeve. I uncross my arms and wipe my face off completely, taking my jacket off and tossing it onto the foot board of the bed. Just as I step forward to go cry on the bed, a pair of arms snake around my waist. They pin me to a strong, muscly chest. Peter kisses my neck, making me shiver.

"I'm not letting you get away so easily," he whispers into my ear, kissing my neck again. He brushes my hair off my neck with his nose and then kisses my neck a few more times.

"Peter, let me go," I say in a warning tone.

"Or what?" he asks, his lips brushing my neck. "You'll kill me?"

"Yes," I say. "Or worse."

Suddenly I'm pinned to the bed, Peter on his knees between my legs. He leans down to my neck and runs his lips lightly over its length. I shiver horribly.

"What will you do?" he asks as he leans back, looking into my eyes. "You're pinned down."

I narrow my eyes and look away from him. "Get off me."

Peter pouts, his lower lip poking out. "Oh come on, don't say that. I really, really want you. I need you. It hurts when you do that."

"Good," I spit bitterly.

Peter kisses the corner of my mouth, making me look at him. "Please," he begs softly, his eyes sad. He sits up, leaning back so I could as well. I lean on my elbows as I wait for him to get off the bed, but he doesn't. Instead, he puts his hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently. I sit up farther and lean back on my hands, giving Peter a skeptic look. He looks back innocently as one of his hands travels up to the bottom of my shirt and slips into it, making me shiver. I catch his hand with my own and move back, his hand sliding back down. I move back as far as I can and cross my legs under me.

"You're no fun, Kasey," he mumbles, crossing his own legs.

"And you're pushy," I reply, laying down on my back. "Stop with the touchy-feely nonsense."

Peter lays down beside me. "I can't help it," he whines. I scoff. "Seriously. If I could, I'd hold you in my arms all day long and never let you go."