Counting Stars

Chapter 3

Pan's P.O.V.

She is scared of me. I can tell. She refuses to look at me. I didn't want to scare her. It was never my intention to do this to her. I never meant to make her always look over her shoulder everytime she heard a noise. I never meant for her to stop coming up to her roof. I don't know why I thought when I asked her to come with me to Neverland she would do it willingly. Of course she wouldn't go somewhere far away with a complete stranger.

I just look at the position we are in right now. I am pressed up against her and her back is pressed to the closet door. I have one hand on her mouth and the other keeping her hands above her head. Her eyes are closed tightly and head turned to the side. This may sound horrible, but I love that we are pressed up together, like we should be. I don't know why, us being like this felt right. It may have felt right for her as well, just she is too scared to understand.

"I am going to take my hand off your mouth, and you are not to yell. Understood?" I asked a little more demanding than it was meant to come out.

She simply nods her head. I slowly take my hand off of her mouth ready to put it back on if she did scream. Her eyes open slightly, but she keeps them to the ground. I lightly caressed her cheek, causing her to flinch and whimper at my touch. Her skin is so soft, like I had imagined. 

"Please don't be scared of me." I say in a soothing voice. "That's not what I want for us, for you to be scared of me."

She looks up and gives me a death glare as if I said something wrong. "Us? What the hell do you mean us?"

"Well, when we leave, it will be you and me, like I told you it would be." I said as though it were obvious.

Her death glare changed drastically to a horrified one. "You are psychotic." She said plainly.

"I know that it might be hard for you to understand right now Juliette because you are young, but I don't appreciate your tone of voice. I promise in time you will understand." I assured her. I have watched her enough that she is sixteen and thinks that she likes some random boy named Will. She doesn't understand what this feeling is yet. And me giving her a new perspective will help her.

"The only thing that I understand is that you are a sick boy and you need help." She said squirming to get out of my grasp. "Please, Peter, please let go of me. You're hurting me." Juliette asked so innocently. 

How does she not feel it? She is just so confused right now. It is a lot for her to prosses. "I will take you far away from here. You will much happier there than you are here and the stars I told you about, you can look at them all the time. It will be wonderful." I say playing with her hair with my free hand. The poor thing is shaking like crazy. 

"I-I don't w-want to go anywhere far away from h-here. I am very happy here." She stuttered. 

"You may think that now, but when we get there, you will see that you really weren't happy here, darling."

"Please Peter, leave me alone. Please." She begged on the break of tears. It hurt to see her like this. But at the same time, it angered me that she didn't want to come with me. 

I place my hand under her chin and force her red, glassy eyes to look into mine. "We are leaving now. I don't care whether you are conscious or not for when we leave, but we are leaving."

She didn't respond, I assumed that she knew this was best for her. I let go of one of her wrist and start making out way to the window. I thought it was fine until I felt some kind of pain in the back of my knee. I kneel down in pain and hiss as Juliette runs out of the room. 

She kicked me. Much stronger than I thought a girl her size would be. I quickly shoot up and turn to get her. She is making her way to another door. I run after across a room and catch up with her. She was about to open the door when I place a strong hand on it closing it, causing her to scream. 

Juliette looks up at me and tries to run again, but I grab her arm and pull her into my chest. Her eyes are full of fear while mine are full of... passion I guess you could say. I hate that she didn't come with me willing. 

"I really wish you didn't do that." I told her with anger and a little sorrow in my voice. I blow some poppy seeds in her face and she is limp in my arms. I pick her up bridle style and make my way back to the window in her room. 

This is the start of our forever.