The Real Peter Pan

• Chapter 11 •

"I wanted to tell you all my secrets, but then you became one of them."

-Anonymous

"I can't tell you."

I could have sworn I saw smoke come from her ears.

"Can't tell me? You promised!" She yells. I step out and shut the door behind me so the guys won't here.

"I know, and I'm so incredibly sorry for that but it has to be kept a secret. I will do anything to make it up to you."

She stares at me and sighs. "Just please at least tell me if your going to be okay and safe."

I nod. "I should be."

"Okay good. And to make this up-" She smiles mischievously. "You're going with me to a party."

I widen my eyes. "A party?"

"Yep! My friends lives in a house on River Thames. They are invited her all her friends from University so it should be a crazy fun party!"

I rub my shoulder. "I don't know Claire, I'm really tired." Which wasn't at all a lie, considering I was up all night taking care of Peter.

"Come on, you owe me this. The part starts at seven so I'll pick you up around seven thirty." She smiles.

"Okay fine. But I won't be here..." I stammer. "Uh, pick me up at the school."

"The school?" She asks confused.

"Umm yeah I have to grab something I forgot later so you can just pick me up."

"Alright....." She leads on, walking down the front steps. "See you then!"

The minute she's out of my sight I quickly go back inside.

"Who was that?" Peter asks.

"It was Claire."

"Brennan you're more than welcome stay at my place." Nicolas smiles.

"Oh, thanks."

Peter clears his throat. "Yeah, thanks Nicolas but it wasn't a question. It was an order."

Nic nods. "Yes sir."

Sir?

"Alright, we should get moving." Stephan points to his watch.

Peter lifts my duffel bag but hisses in pain when he uses the wrong arm.

"Whoa!" I yell rushing to take it from him. "I can carry my bag, you need to take it easy."

Peter turns away so I can't grab it. "I'm fine, I'll be fine."

"Listen to her man, you need to ease down your physical exercise until the cut heals." Stephan warns him.

Peter looks into my concerned eyes and hand the bag to me. "Alright, fine."

We all head out to Stephan's SUV. He and Nicolas climb in the front while Peter and I slide in the back. As Stephan begins to drive, the motion begins to make my eyes droop.

"Brennan, you can sleep. I know you've been up all night caring for me." Peter says. He pats his legs. "Here, lay down."

I give a tired smile and slowly lay my head in his lap.

And it's not even seconds before I fall asleep.

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When I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is the walls. They are a dark gray that meet a creme trim. I sit up quickly realizing I'm no longer in the car; but in a bed.