The Lost Girl- Peter Pan OUAT

Chapter 8

After I found him, we walked back to camp together. I rushed him to the tent so no one could see the tearstains. I had him sit on the bed. He broke down sobbing again. 

"Hey, Peter. Shhh. Everything is fine." I cooed. I had never seen him like this. It broke my heart. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. 

"Caitlin? Peter?" Felix said from outside the tent. I rushed outside. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Where's Pan?" 

"Resting. What do you want?" 

"You." He shoved me into a tree and kissed me. I pushed him away. 

"FELIX WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I yelled. He didn't answer. He reached into a pouch tied around his waist and blew purple dust into my face. I coughed. He kissed me again, and this time, I found myself kissing him back, pulling him as close as possible. After a few moments, I heard a tent unzip but I didn't care. I pulled Felix even closer, only to have him ripped away from me. I open my eyes to see an angry Peter holding Felix up by his neck. 

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Peter screamed at me. My vision momentarily became blurry before it focused on Peter. What had Felix done to me?

"I-I don't know. Felix, he blew something at my face." I stuttered. 

"She's lying Pan. She came onto me." Felix argued. How dare he? Peter let go of him and slowly walked towards me. He was mad. He believed Felix. I hesitated for a second and then I did the worst thing I could possibly do. I ran.

"Get back here!" Pan yelled. Little did he know, I was just speeding up the process for him. I didn't want to argue with him. I kept running, under trees, around bushes, until I found it. I stopped and I waited. Not even 2 seconds later, he appeared behind me. I didn't say anything. I walked over to the nearest cage and waited for him to unlock it.

"Well aren't you a smart one?" He smirked. He unlocked the door and I sat down inside as he locked it. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes as he lifted the cage into the air. I noticed it had become dark and when I looked down, Pan was already gone. 

How could he not trust me? If he didn't trust me, I was done trusting and opening up to him. I was putting up walls. I laid down and cried myself to sleep.