The Lost Girl- Peter Pan OUAT

Chapter 2

I slowly opened my eyes, waiting for my vision to clear up. I tried sitting up but someone pushed me back down. It was a boy, with brown hair and forest green eyes. He looked to be about my age or maybe a year or two older. 

"Who are you?" I managed to choke out. My throat was dry and scratchy and my head was pounding. 

"I'm Peter, Peter Pan." He introduced himself with a smirk on his face. 

"Yeah, and I'm Cinderella!" I said sarcastically. This seemed to get on his nerves. He clenched his fists, but he said nothing. Instead, he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the tent. Outside, there was a large group of boys. The youngest boy looked about 6 years old and the oldest was around my age. 

"These are the Lost Boys. And you, you are the very first Lost Girl." Peter said. 

"Yeah, okay. I'm just gonna leave. K? Okay, bye weird psycho guy who thinks he is Peter Pan!" I said, walking away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the forest. Once, we were a safe distance away from the camp, he spun around to face me. Whenever he took a step closer to me, I stepped back. This continued until I backed into a tree. 

"You will NOT talk to me like that again! I will not tolerate it! This is a warning, but if you ever speak to me disrespectfully, I will punish you! Got it?" Peter screamed at me.  I wasn't gonna let him win. 

"What? You think I'm scared of you? News flash! Your pathetic!!" I retorted. I watched his eyes turn dark and then he was dragging me deeper into the forest. After about 5 minutes, we reached a group of wooden cages. They were all attached to strings that seemed to suspend them in mid-air. Oh, shit. Peter pulled one to the ground and unlocked the door. He started to drag me towards it. 

"Pan! Please. No! I'm sorry. I won't do it again!" I begged and pleaded. 

"This will teach you not to talk to me like that." He responded. I started to kick and flail. I couldn't be put in a cage. First of all I'm NOT a dog. Second of all, I'm scared of small spaces. Yep, that's right. I'm claustrophobic. He stopped pushing me towards the cage. I thought he would let me go. He pushed me into a tree and pinned me to it. I looked him directly in the eyes. They were filled with lust. He started to kiss me, forcefully. I struggled against him. He pulled away and glared at me, angrily. 

"I don't like you Pan! In fact, I HATE you. So just fucking stop. Okay?" I fumed. He slapped me across the face, hard. Then he resumed in pushing me towards the "Wooden Contraption of Doom." For a moment, I stopped fighting, letting him think that he had won. Then, I pushed him into a tree. I knew I was going to regret this, but it could save me from those cages. I made direct eye contact with him and then... I kissed him. He flipped us so I was the one pinned up against the tree. I was trapped. I mentally told myself that it would only last a few more seconds, and then it would be over. I thought I was gonna puke. Pan pulled away from the kiss and he grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the camp. He put me in his tent and told me to wait there. Tip #1 of survivng Neverland: If Peter Pan is trying to lock you up, you may need to resort to deserate measures. Such as kissing him.