Broken Memories // PETER PAN OUAT FANFIC

Prologue / Introduction

Hey guys!! So this is my first fanfiction I've ever written, and it is partially based off of Ouat but it does not follow any of the episode's plot lines, so essentially this is just my own story not at all following ouat. Just wanted to make that clear so it's a little easier to follow :) And yes I know that this chapter, and likely the next couple as well don't have Peter (I'm sorry) I promise that it gets more interesting (I hope).
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I stared at his hand tightly encircling my wrist. I didn't want to meet his gaze.

"Neo, y-you're hurting me. Please let me go."

His only response was to laugh at me and spit out words of what he thought of me. The words that were coming out of his mouth were barely reaching my brain. All I could hear was his cruel laughter, echoing inside my head and making me clench my teeth together to stop myself from screaming. There was no one else here that would hear me even if I did make a noise. But I wanted to make noise. I wanted to show this vicious boy that I would not give in without a fight.

I suddenly felt myself harshly shoved backwards and I slammed into my bookcase, the books that were neatly lined up tumbling off and crashing onto the floor with echoing bangs. The breath left my body and I coughed to try and get some air into my lungs. I saw someone looming over me and looked up. His hand cracked across my face with a hard slap, leaving me gasping from shock and a stinging sensation that was beginning to develop on my left cheek. He laughed again and squatted down so that we were eye to eye, looking me straight in my eyes, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

"You are so much weaker than I thought you were, Frankie. You can't even handle my needs, my wants, my desires."

He breathed the last word right in my face, making me gag and start coughing again. A look of anger flashed across his face and he reached up to my bed that was in the corner of my room next to where I was currently sitting on my bedroom floor, leaning against my bookcase. He grabbed one of my socks that had been freshly washed from the laundry a couple days ago and quickly shoved it into my mouth. I whimpered, not knowing what he was trying to do. His smirk widened and he grabbed me roughly by my jaw, bringing my body forwards and then heaving himself up to a standing position, bringing me up with him. He held me tightly by my wrists so I couldn't try to punch him, which was exactly what I wanted to do at that moment. He shoved me onto my bed and knelt on top of me, pinning me down and holding my wrists underneath me at a painful angle so I couldn't move.

He leant down closer to my face and whispered, "You know you're my girl Frankie. And you always will be."

With that he turned me over so that I was now on my back, still holding my wrists in a death grip that made me feel as though he was going to break both my arms. I tried to cry out but the sock, acting as a gag muffled my pathetic sounds. My desperate actions only seemed to make him laugh harder as he held both my wrists with one hand and slowly moved his other hand up my right leg that was pinned onto my bed. I struggled against his weight on top of me but I couldn't move. I was trapped underneath him as his hand crept up my leg, closer to my thighs with every second, moving up over every inch of skin that was exposed to him. I regretted wearing my favourite skirt now, knowing how simple and easy it would be for him to reach what was now vulnerable.
I tried calling out, "Neo, stop! Please let go of me!" But all it sounded like was "Mo, sop, pese let gow of e!"

The whimpers that left my mouth became slightly louder as his hand reached the bottom of my skirt and he kept going, pulling the skirt up my thighs as he just didn't stop. He was leaning over my legs now, his face bent down so he could watch what he was doing and look at my horror-stricken face at the same time. I could hear him whispering to me, words that detailed the things he was going to do to me as if I were his slave. The thought made me sick to my stomach and for a second I thought I was going to be sick. 

All of a sudden I realised something. His weight had shifted off my legs and up onto my thighs and abdomen. He was taking his time in reaching the thing he wanted most, but in doing so he had become distracted. My lower legs were now free. If I put enough strength into it, I could raise them up and kick him in the back of the head. Which is exactly what I did.

With one last internal shout, I swiftly raised my legs up and struck him in the back of his head, causing him to yell out in pain and frustration.

"Frankie, you little bitch!"

He let go of my wrists and half-fell off my bed. I took my chance and moved with the quickness of a snake. I flipped myself back over onto my back and ripped the sock from my mouth. I looked up at the boy in front of me. Neo was holding the back of his head with one hand, and he suddenly looked at me. His eyes glinted with malice and cruel intent.

"Oh, you don't get off that easily Miss Rose." He snarled the words at me, making me flinch.

I swallowed hard, preparing myself for what I was about to do next. He moved towards my bed, and just as he was about to grab me by my shoulders I swung my right arm back and thrust it forwards, connecting my fist with his face. He yelled out once more in pain and fell onto the ground at my bed, holding what seemed to be his broken nose. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and stood up, moving over to where Neo lay on my bedroom floor. I stood over him.

"I hope you know that this means I am not, and will never be, your girl, Neo. You fucking demon."

And with that, I punched him right in the face once again. He fell back against the floor and was still. I had knocked him out cold.

The reality of what had just happened was starting to set in. A strangled sob made its way from my throat up and out of my mouth. I could feel tears beginning to spill over my cheeks, hot tears that burned my skin as they fell down my face. I heard the front door below me open and slam closed. My dad was home. Great. I stepped over to my window seat and sat down, pulling my legs up to my chest and resting my arms across them. I lay my head on top of my arms and finally allowed myself to cry.

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Btw the picture for this chapter is how I imagine the boy, Neo, to look like and the sort of aura around him (I swear I'm not crazy lol I just picture him with darkness).

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