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Wendy's Story
Wendy, John and Michael stood all together waiting for their parents to come home.
"I hope they will like our anniversary gift!" Wendy exclaimed
"Yea we worked really hard on it!" John said.
"Yaw!" Michael cried.
~CARRIGE DOOR SLAM~
~HOOFBEATS FADING AWAY~
"Mary! What did I tell you!?" they heard Mr. Darling cry
"What are YOU whining about? I'm not the one that was pawning all over your boss!"
"Who said that? Was it that guy, Stan, that you have been seeing so much?"
"Don't EVEN go there!" Mrs. Darling shrieked
The Darling kids huddled together, fearful of the voices that were coming towards the door.
"Is that really mom and dad?" John asked, scared. He had never heard them fight before, unlike Wendy.
Wendy sighed "I'm afraid so…. They don't seem happy together. Unlike before"
~DOOR SLAM~
"Children!' Mrs. Darling snapped, as she saw them all waiting there.
"What ARE you doing?"
Wendy looked down.
"We were waiting for you"
Mrs. Darling was going to say something else, but that stopped her
"Oh" She said instead
Mr. Darling came in, and he glared at his wife.
She pretended not to notice.
Wendy proclaimed that they had many more fights like this one. Some where small. Little things that they fought about, like where to go and all that. But some were great fights, that lasted days. Wendy said she was afraid of those fights. Both Mary and George Darling looked they would kill each other, sometimes when one of us bothered them, Wendy went on, they looked like they would hit us.
"But it didn't ever get better" Wendy said, her whole audience captivated by her every word. "And I think it got worse after we came back from Never Land…"
"Bye Peter" Wendy whispered to the window "I won't forget you"
"CHILDREN!" Mrs. Darling screamed, "Oh my god!"
Mrs. Darling ran over to her kids. "I thought you would be gone forever!"
Mr. Darling ran into the room "CHILDREN!" he shouted
Both of the Darlings wrapped their kids in a big hug.
"We thought you had died" they whispered.
But suddenly Mr. Darling was hugging them too hard. Way too hard.
"Where were you?!" He gritted out.
The Darling kids where scared. They hadn't seen dad act like this for ages. Well maybe a year. Give or take a month.
Mrs. Darling growled at Mr. Darling
"I told you! What did I tell you? You NEVER leave the window open!" Mrs. Darling stomped out of the room.
"You get back here! Mary Darling!!" Mr. Darling hollered.
The Darling kids looked at each other.
"I don't think we should've left Never Land" John whispered, hearing all the shouting, from the other side of the house.
Michael nodded
Wendy didn't
"But they missed us!" Wendy cried softly as she heard more shouting, "Didn't they?"
1 month later
"Wendy dear, come here" Mrs. Darling called sweetly to her 13 year-old daughter.
Wendy didn't like that voice. That voice always made her cringe.
"Yes mom?" Wendy said quietly, as she walked into her mom's room.
"Do your know where your father is?" Mrs. Darling sneered
"No I don't"
"Incompetent fool" Mrs. Darling muttered "I wonder why I even had kids!"
Wendy didn't comment on Mrs. Darlings musings. She, or Mr. Darling always said that they were bad, incompetent, or they were just useless.
Wendy had gotten use to it.
One night, when Wendy was sitting alone, on the top of the stairs, she heard shouting.
It was her parents
Who else shouts? She asked herself Defiantly not me, or John or Michael.
"Stop it George! Just shut up! People told me this would be a bad marriage, and it is! I wish I listened to them!"
"Be quiet Mary, you'll wake the bloody kids!"
"Oh like you care! You stupid oaf! You never once cared for any of us! If you had your way we would all be starving! And I bet you would've taken your bloody anger out on all of us!"
"Why don't you take your bloody body and your bloody kids and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"I'll just leave right now!" Wendy heard Mrs. Darling stomped out the door.
~SLAM~
"Stupid broad" Mr. Darling muttered. He walked to the stair case.
"Oh, hello Wendy" Mr. Darling said, as he saw Wendy wide-eyed at the top of the stairs "You heard all that now didn't you?"
There was something in his voice, that was dark.
Almost like Captain Hook's voice. Wendy thought to herself.
Suddenly Mr. Darling grabbed Wendy's hand
"Thinks she can run off on me, does she?" Mr. Darling muttered, as he gripped Wendy's arm more tightly.
"Dad… dad! Your hurting me!"
Mr. Darling ignored his daughter
"Well she better know better!" Mr. Darling shouted as he shoved Wendy into her room.
"You! Go to bed!" He commanded as he shut the door in her face.
Wendy toppled into the cabinet.
Wendy looked down at her arm. It was red, and swollen.
She touched it
"Ow!!"
Wendy shook her head.
Why did mom leave? And why did dad hurt me?
Wendy crawled into bed, carefully placing her bruised arm on a pillow.
What has gotten into them?
Wendy continued on with her story, saying that she had many more nights like that, and that her dad got rougher and rougher with each night. Her mom, well she got more distant with the family. Some times she wouldn't come back for days.
Wendy said she was always afraid, when her mom left. Dad would always be in a permanent bad mood. And his bad moods always indicated he was going to hit something, or someone.
"But why would he hit you?" Nibs asked.
"I believe it was because he couldn't control mom anymore. She was becoming more and more distant with the family. Dad well he was mad when he found out what she was doing. I for one don't really know what she was doing when she wasn't home. But Dad, he would just get more angry and angry until his anger spilled over onto us."
"Who's us?" Curly asked, scratching his head
"Me, John and Michael"
"But why would he hit you, if it was your mama he was mad at?" The twins asked.
"I think it was because mom was never around, for him to be able to hit her. So he just decided to hit us instead."
"You mean you, Wendy" John corrected. "You made sure that dad NEVER hit us. In fact, I bet you were the ONLY one he hit, even when mom WAS home"
Michael nodded. "Wendy said she was our guardian. She said she would make sure dad, or even mom, would never hit us." Michael turned to Peter
"Peter? Will you be Wendy's guardian? She needs one, just like us"
Peter looked at Michael's hopeful face.
Peter nodded "I will be Wendy's guardian!"
Everyone cheered, except Wendy
"Peter you don't have to be my guardian" Wendy said
"Why, do you not want me to be your guardian?" Peter asked
Wendy didn't say anything, because she couldn't lie.
"Then it's all settled! I WILL be Wendy's GUARDIAN!"
They all cheered again, except for Wendy. She just smiled brightly.
"Ouch" She winced as she rubbed her face carefully.
Her cuts still weren't healed.
Peter noticed that Wendy was rubbing her face
"Wendy? Do you hurt?" Peter walked over to Wendy, and gently touched her face.
Wendy cringed and stepped back.
Peter immediately pulled his hand away.
"Tinkerbell!" Peter cried.
"Tinkerbell" Wendy whispered "How is she?" Wendy asked one of the lost boys
Slightly shrugged "She's fine"
Then came in this tiny little speck of light
"Tinkerbell!" Wendy cried happily.
Wendy always did like Tinkerbell, even if she didn't like her
Tinkerbell stuck her nose up at Wendy, but then gapped at her cut.
She pointed at it, and looked at Peter.
"Her parents"
Tinkerbell nodded
Even though Tinkerbell didn't like Wendy. She still is a healing fairy. A call in need is a call indeed.
Tinkerbell floated over to Wendy, and touched her face.
Like before, Wendy cringed and backed up, only to hit the wall.
"Don't touch it. It hurts!" Wendy cried as she saw Tinkerbell float forward.
Tinkerbell stopped, and looked at Peter. She did some hand motions
(Some fairies can't talk, only use sign language)
"She says, that she's going to have to touch it if you want it healed"
Wendy nodded.
"Sorry Tinkerbell" She said, as Tink got closer.
Tinkerbell nodded absently, as she looked at Wendy's cut more closely
She motioned to Peter again
"She says she can heal the cut, but she can't get it to heal completely. You will have a mark on your face, for at least a while"
Wendy nodded. "As long as it won't hurt anymore, I am fine"
Everyone was awed by Wendy's bravery. She didn't even cry when Tinkerbell used her healing magic
(Slightly says it really hurts)
Tinkerbell nodded, satisfied with her work. Even though she still had a scar, Wendy's face was a lot less….. Broken.
After Tink nodded to herself, over her great healing skills, she turned her back on Wendy and floated away.
"It was nice seeing you again Tinkerbell!" Wendy called cheerfully. She was still oblivious to the fact that Tinkerbell didn't like her.
"Well what shall we do now?" Michael asked, as he scratched his head.
Wendy watched Tinkerbell float off.
"Where does she go?" Wendy mused out loud
"She goes to the place where all other fairies go." Peter said, as he stepped beside Wendy
"And where is that?" Wendy asked, curious
"Hey!" Tootles said "Let's go to the world of fairies!"
Everyone nodded
John walked up to Wendy
"Wendy, do you know where the Indian tribe's live?"
Wendy shook her head. "No, I don't. Here I'll ask for you"
John was about to shake his head, when Wendy called
"Peter! Oh, Peter!" Peter flew over to Wendy
"Yes, what is it, Wendy-Lady?" Peter asked
"Do you know where the Indian tribes live?"
Peter looked at her puzzled
"They live near the big oak tree…… why do you want to know?"
"I was just curious"
"Ohh" Peter said absently. He was trying to figure out why she wanted to know where the Piccadilly Tribe was.
Wendy immediately went to John to tell him where the Piccadilly tribe was.
"John!" She exclaimed "They're over by the big Oak!"
John nodded, then hurried off. He hoped Tiger Lily hadn't forgotten him.
"Well! Off to the World Of Fairies!" Peter proclaimed.
Off they went.
So how was this one? I know it didn't have much of her story on it, but at least 3 quarters there is her story…… and if any of you have some great idea's to throw at me, that would be wonderful! Lol, but it's not like I don't have my own, I just like knowing what other people would write. Just as long as you won't mind me using them…. I bet they will all be really great!
- Calm-Waters
