𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ⎈ 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘯

Chapter 3: Lost Girl

Rowan's POV

I felt my heart sink through the floor.

I lost.

I was now Pan's.

Peter got off my chest and put his dagger in his sheath. He has a smug smirk on his face, the little shit. "Come. We need to get you cleaned up."

I felt a pang of sadness shoot through my heart as I realized that I probably wouldn't be coming back to my ship again. I probably will never see my Father again. I probably would never feel free again.

A sharp pain was sent through my leg as I stood. I stumbled and fell right into Pan, who caught me before I fell.

The demon looked at me with a glimmer in his eye. His eyebrow was arched high as he commented, "Falling for me already?"

I glared at him and shoved him back, which was a mistake. I stumbled backward, tripped on some rope and was on my way overboard. Peter caught my arm. I panted and looked from the water below me, back up to the boy holding my arm.

"*tut tut tut* I expected better from the daughter of Captain Hook." He smirked.

Before I could fire something back at him, he scooped me up bridal style and flew off my ship.
I wanted to struggle. I wanted him to get his filthy hands off of me. I wanted him to leave me alone forever, but all things stopped when I saw he was flying towards my crew.

My father was standing at the edge of his rowboat. The demon who was holding me, flew over their heads, far enough above so they couldn't reach but close enough that they could clearly see me, injured and at my weak, defeated state.

I heard my father's sad broken voice, "Rowan..."

"Look at your Captain now!" He crowed, smugly. "This is what will come of those who cross me. Those who think they can defeat the King of Neverland. Your Captain is mine now! Say goodbye to this lass. For you will never see her again."

"NO!" My dad yelled. A look of anger, sadness, and pain gracing his face. He drew his sword but it was too late, Pan had said his piece and flew off with such blinding speeds that my hat flew off my head.

"FATHER!" I yelled in reply, knowing that struggling was pointless. If I fell from this height, I would die instantly when my body hit the water. So, I said nothing, refusing to be held, but letting myself be carried.

We got to the Lost Boys camp in a matter of minutes. When we got there, all the boys stopped what they were doing and just watched their leader and me. Once they saw who was in his arms, and the pain in my eyes, they cheered, whooped and hollered.

At their cries, I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into despair, though I refused to show it.
Pan set me down on my feet, his evil, strong arm still around my waist for support and to keep me there.

As if I could get very far running.

"Meet your new Lost Girl." Pan cried out over all the din.

Their cheers echoed louder than ever before.

I shoved Peter's arm off from around my waist and stood tall and proud. The boys went silent as they watched me. I glared at all of them before suddenly turning and punching Peter in the face with all my strength. He was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground.