The Real Peter Pan

• Chapter 16 •

"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies, but from the ones you love."
-Anonymous

I basically jump into his arms and he spins me around.

"You're here!"

He lifts his hands and wipes the tears off my cheek. "Don't cry..." He laughs.

I wrap my arms around him and burry my head into his chest. "I didn't think I was ever going to see you again."

Then a thought hits me. "Mom- you said..."

"Brennan, I couldn't spoil the surprise."

I hug Tom more as I smile. "Thank you."

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The red leaves crunch beneath my feet as Tom and I walk down the trail of the nearby park.

"I've missed you." Tom says as he squeezes my hand.

"And you have no idea how much I have missed you."

The wind blows a little more and I feel the goosebumps beginning to appear under my coat.

"So how's your mom?" I ask.

He nods. "She's doing pretty good, got a job as a police officer."

A look of surprise ripples my face. "Oh, that's uh.... Nice?"

He laughs to the sky. "No more law breaking for me."

Smiling I nod.

"So, do you like living here? Make any good friends? Any enemies?"

I sigh. "I would much rather live in Maine. I miss everyone, but I have managed. Met a girl named Claire. Picked a couple of choice villains."

"Ah- gotcha."

It's peaceful a few seconds before he speaks. "You know I miss this."

I tilt my head to look at him. "What?"

"Talking to you. Looking at you." He brings a hand to my cheek. "Kissing you."

And he leans in bringing our lips together. I want to cry. His kisses feel the same from the last time I saw him. The day I said goodbye.

But a snap of a fallen branch breaks the moment and I switch my gaze down the trail.

"Peter?" I question shocked. His eyes are dark and his gaze seems to be set on one thing.

Tom's hands sitting on my hips.

Then before I have time to react he turns around and leaves.

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Even though Tom is here, my parents are making me go to school. He is however, coming up to have lunch with me.

"So when do I get to meet this old lover of yours?" Claire asks as she bites into her sandwich. Laughing I stand from the lunch table.

"In about two minutes because I got to go meet him at the office."

I begin to walk down the hall way when I think I hear muffled voices. I turn around and look through the corridor but when no one meets my vision I shrug it off.

Then before I can even move a centimeter a powerful force slams my body into the side of the lockers. I let out a painful squeal of surprise.

"Peter!" I yell looking into my attackers eyes. "What the hell?!"