Love and war

Words Hurt

Peters POV

I woke up to Ruby sitting at her desk brushing her hair.
"Morning." I said.
She stayed silent.
"Your still mad at me."
"OF COURSE IM MAD AT YOU, THE THINGS YOU SAID TO ME YESTERDAY, I JUST CANT WITH YOU." she yelled then stormed out of the tent. I didn't know what she was taking about then I remembered exactly what happened.

FLASHBACK: third person

Ruby chased Peter into the woods after he stormed out because of a disagreement about the training and raising of the Lost Boys.
"Peter, you know I'm right. We should raise them to be warriors, not blind, heartless soldiers!" Ruby said sternly.
"What's the difference!" Peter screamed back.
"You know the difference, a warrior has a cause, something to fight for and does it with emotion and drive. A soldier is a hollowed out warrior, they follow who is highest in command and doesn't question anything even if it does go out of extreme morals!"
"So what, you don't want them to follow me!"
"I want them to not follow anybody and have their control! As long as they know right from wrong it could work. And like I said, you know I'm right, you just have too big of an ego too understand!" Ruby expressed at the top of her lungs.
"I have an ego, what about you! You know nothing about being a fighter, you are weak, you let your emotions take over and they pull you down. Yet you still act that you have been through such hardship. I saw you before you came too Neverland, you belonged to a rich family in the 90210! You are nothing but a spoiled princess and that's all you will ever be!" Peter then ran into the woods leaving Ruby on her knees crying in the middle of a small clearing.
END OF FLASHBACK

I went after her and run until she stopped in the same clearing.
"You know nothing" she mumbled, I could barely hear her.
"What luv." I walked closer to her smirking.
"YOU KNOW NOTHING!" she turned and yelled at me.
"Yes I was adopted by a filthy rich family, only because their last adopted child died. They said it was an accident but we all knew she wasn't pushed down those stairs. He was horrible, the man who adopted me, Michael. When he and his wife, Anabell, adopted me, I was the happiest orphan on earth until that third night at their house. I was laying in bed and the door creeked open, it was Michael. He walked in slowly, I thought he was just going to say goodnight to me, but this was different. He climbed into my bed and unzipped his pants, and........"
She stopped trying to hold back tears.
"But little did I know he was an angry drunk, he would come home late at night and yell and hurt me and Anabelle, she tried to protect me one night and Michael grabbed at hot poker and started 2 burn her back. Then he got a heavy, large whiskey bottle and broke it on her head, she collapsed to the ground, not moving. She did die but he passed it off as the bottle falling off a ledge and hitting her head. I was sent back to the group home, yet 2 be adopted. So as I said, you know nothing, but I guess you do now." she ran deeper east with tear stained eyes. I didn't know any of that, I just focused on the material things and not was on the inside. After knowing all of this, I still wonder, she was adopted, but who are her real parents.