Alex POV
"Take her to the tree."
It was a familiar voice, one I knew but long lost. Felix, my brother, he wasn't looking at me, but at the lost boy. I was staring into him trying to get him to look at me but the boy pulled me hard by the arm from which I heard and felt a snap and felt the sharp pain jolt me, I screamed through the cloth that was stuffed in my mouth and felt a tear run down my face. Felix turned around, I swear I saw a little bit of concern, but it quickly passed.
"Careful, we don't want her dead; we can still use her as bate." Felix said.
Then I was dragged into the forest, with a broken arm and a broken heart, and not just from being in love.
A little while later…
I was in this tree house thing. I mean it was literally a room inside a tree, but no furniture, nothing except a lantern in the room. I sat helpless feet tied hands tied mouth tied including a broken arm, and I had no clue how to enter, or leave the dark room. I was hot and sweaty and tasted blood in my mouth and my face was wet from crying. The pain was so unbearable. I felt myself about to cry again when I felt a sudden wind and a figure appeared out of the far corner.
The figure came closer, when he stepped into the light I saw him the familiar face, the height. And I suddenly felt scared. Peter came closer, "No, I'm not going to hurt you," but even though his face changed, it looked completely different than it did outside. considering the current condition I was it, something told me he couldn't be trusted.
I guess the expression on my face didn't exactly look relieved when he said "I swear, I'd never hurt you in a million years, or any others after that."
I didn't buy it.
"Oh come on Alex, you know me, I know you." He said he had a little plead in his voice.
I shook my head no.
He came over and bent down, when I felt his hands go behind my heads to untie the cloth I felt myself tense, and I guess he did to because a smirk went across his face and he said "Relax".
When the cloth was finally off I didn't say anything I just looked at my hand and my broken arm.
"Alex" he said but I didn't look up.
I didn't say anything.
"Alex"
I didn't look up, I guess I didn't realize he was still so close to me because he carefully put his finger under my chin and lifted my head up so we were eye level.
"I missed you, so much." He said "I tried to find you, to see you, I was afraid for the longest time you were dead but when I found out you were still alive, I had to see you, to find you, to get you. the truth is," he paused "I still love you."
Then he started to lean in, to complete the first kiss that never happened, but not here, not now, not after all he put me through, so I turned my head to the side, and his lips clashed into my check, and I could tell that was not what he wanted because he got up and stocked off, and once I was sure he was gone, I started to cry, loud, and I suddenly didn't care who heard I wanted to die anyway.
