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Chapter Nine: Doubt


Doubt: A feeling of uncertainty or lack of conviction

Wendy's POV

"…Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun, forbid the sun to enter, like favourites, made proud by princes- What does that even mean?!"

I look up in exasperation at my best friend, who in turn, simply shrugs from her position on my bedroom floor.

"We have been away for three weeks, Wendy. It isn't surprising that we're behind in all our classes."

I roll my eyes slightly. "I'm aware of that fact. But, honestly! This makes no sense. Shakespeare; what a load of rubbish."

Lucy shrugs again and glances at my clock on the wall.

"It's almost six, I better get home." She grimaces at me as I pout, "Hey, look on the bright sides of things; only three more weeks until we're not grounded!"

She grabs her homework and stuffs into her bag, carelessly. She leaps over to me and encases me in a huge hug before winking at me and turning towards the door.

"See you tomorrow, Wendy." She calls and moments later, she's gone.

I slump down on my sofa against the window and sigh; the spring sunlight bursting through my open window, showering me in heat. It's been almost two weeks since we've been back. And boy, did we get into trouble. Of course our parents didn't believe that we had been to a different land, they naturally assumed we had tried to run away but cold, hunger and without food, had come home again. John, Michael and I had been grounded for five weeks, as was Lucy and although our parents have forgiven us for running away, they were constantly watching us. It was actually really annoying.

And then there's Peter. I had almost thought that he would have come already to see us, but I haven't heard one word since we've returned. In a way, I'm not surprised. The look on his face when I said we were leaving…I hate myself for hurting him. I hate myself for leaving him. I hate myself for making him love me. But I cannot regret my decision to leave Neverland. Although I miss him every day, I know that this way he will be able to continue his life as the boy who never grows up. And although it honestly kills me to think that soon he will forget about me, I know I will never forget about him.

There's a quiet knock on my door and I wearily call whoever it is to come in. My mother slowly opens the door and gives me a small smile. I return it uneasily.

"Dinner will be in ten minutes, dear." She says, her soft voice soothing my thoughts.

I nod and turn away from her, looking out the window and out onto the busy London street below us.

"Wendy?"

I sigh. She wants to talk. I can just tell.

"Yes, Mother?"

"Do you have a minute?"

I close my homework book and set it on the ground.

"Of course, what's the matter?"

She walks over and gracefully sits down beside me. Here we go, I wonder how long this will take?

"Wendy, I just have one question for you."

I say nothing and simply look at her, expectantly. She draws a breath.

"Are you in love with someone?"

I freeze. Every muscle in my body suddenly stops at her words and my eyed widen as I look at her in horror. She just nods at me knowingly.

"Don't worry, dear, I don't want to talk to you about it. You're fourteen years old, I know you don't want to discuss it with me, this conversation is best left with Lucy." You have no idea, Mother. "I just want to give you some advice."

I try and nod but it's all I can do to stop myself from bursting into tears. It just hurts so much to even think about it. I just want it all to stop hurting.

"If you truly love this boy, whoever he is, let him know. And soon. Because good men are like shooting stars; they only come once in a lifetime. And once they are gone, they never come back. Because someone else will have already wished on them."

I still can't say anything but my brain slowly processes her words. If I truly love him I'll let him know…but I thought I was doing this because I truly loved him. Taking a few deep breaths, I gaze at my mother in confusion.

"Okay. Let's say I am in love- I'm not saying that I am- I'm just speaking hypothetically." I glare at her and she says nothing but I see her lips curving upwards. "What if I decided, because I love this boy, that it would be better for both of us in the long-term, if we weren't together?"

She nods in understanding and takes a moment to answer my question. "Wendy, dear, that, in itself, is a joint decision; you shouldn't be the one to decide that. Think about the other person's feelings."

Shit. That's what Lucy said.

"Anyway," My mother suddenly stands up and gives me a stern look, "If this boy doesn't love you back then you shouldn't even be wasting your time. There are several men from your father's bank that would love to acquaint you with their sons." She grins at me and I flush scarlet.

"Oh, he does love me, mother, believe me." I sigh and immediately that beautiful smile and those pair of bright green eyes flash into my mind and I groan in frustration.

"Well then, you silly girl, I've already told you!" She turns and walks to the door, "Catch that star before someone else does." She blows me a kiss and walks away, heading back down the stairs.

I glare at my lap for several minutes before getting up. Stupid mother, confusing me with her words of wisdom! I need time to think. I need time to breathe. I need time to… have a shower. Perfect.

I quickly call down to my mother that I'm not feeling very well and that I'll give dinner a miss this evening. She replies airily and I rush into my bathroom and get into the shower. I let the hot water pour over me, ridding me of my needless thoughts and worries. I don't want to think about anything tonight. I'll simply finish here and then get into bed. I worry about this problem tomorrow.

Getting out, I wrap a towel around me and grabbing my hairbrush, I open my en-suite door and make my way over to my full length mirror.

I don't even get half-way across the room.

My hairbrush falls to the floor with a light thud.

My heart bursts in my chest.

My ears ring; a dull, aching sound.

My eyes widen as I look to my window in complete and total terror.

Legs crossed, arms over chest and one eyebrow arched, he glares at me with such antagonism that I flinch back, grasping onto the bathroom door frame to stop my legs giving way.

"Hello, Wendy."

I gulp and as much as I want to, I cannot look away. My eyes are glued to his.

"Hello, Peter."


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