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Chapter 10 - Fitting the Punishment to the Crime

Rose's POV -

I sat on the soft bed, in Peters room. He told me that I was a mess and needed to sort my self out before dragging me to his room. I closed my eyes and laid down on the bed, my legs hanging off the end. In the distance I could hear the clattering of dishes, laugher and chatter. Peter did say they'd be getting dinner ready. I hadn't realised that it had got that late.

I thought about today's events and how my day could have ended up like this. I wasn't the luckiest person but never in a blue moon did I expect this to happen. I was glad though that I was too tired and annoyed with my mum, to change from my clothes before I went to bed. Finally, for once, being lazy too do somethings pays off. I groaned. Im going to have to get up and get ready, Peter said hell collect me soon dressed or not. I groaned again, as I pulled myself up. I ached all over, my feet more than the rest. The most exercise I do is shopping, and once in a blue moon I play my wii fit.

Now, where on earth did Peter say them clothes were. In the corner of the room I spotted a old fashioned chest with a rose on the too, that looked like its belonged back on the pirate ship. When I opened the chest, I must admit I expect to old fashioned silk or satin dresses. But to my surprise the chest contained modern clothing. I pulled out the label of a jumper to find it was in my size. I just assumed everything was.

I was sweating in my long sleeved t-shirt and jeans, so I decided on denim shorts and a navy blue vest top. Once I was dressed I folded and put my old clothes on top of the chest before searching for a mirror and hair brush. In the very left corner of the room, next to the small fireplace, there was wooden cabinet. Above it a mirror and on it a bowl and a hair brush. Jackpot. I quickly scurried over to the mirror. Wondering what hell I looked like.

To my surprise I didn't look like I'd been kidnapped, dragged through a jungle, push into a pit and had a nap. Na, I just looked liked I'd been dragged through a bush backwards. I sighed. Never said it wasn't bad. My brown hair had twigs in it, along with a few leaves. There was few dries lumps of mud in my hair, but I could get that out by brushing it. The bowl was full with water, and although I had scrapped most of it off my face, I splashed some on my face and got the rest off easily. There were various twigs in my hair, so I pulled them out, along with the leaves. I brushed my hair through quite a few times before I was finally satisfied, that this was as good as it was gonna get. I was relieved that my hair stayed straight no matter what the conditions, since I had nothing to tie it back with.

"Finished", I whispered to myself in the mirror. I turned quickly to my right, startled by the drawn out whistling behind me. It was Peter. He was leaned against the door frame casually, arms crossed across his chest. And, as always, there was that grin on his face.
"You do clean up nicely", he said before turning and leaving, not giving me a chance to respond, "dinners done", he shouted over his shoulder and I slowly walked out of this little sanctuary, into the dining room.

When I walked in the room, the room went quiet and everyone stared at me. Again. That's it I'm leaving until they can at least learn to look at me like a normal person.
"Bye", I said turning to leave before someone caught my arm. Pulling me to turn and face them.
"Where do you think your going?", Peter questioned making me look into his eyes.
"I sure your all very nice an all", I said pulling my arm from his grip, "but I feel like a freak show the way you all always stare at me, so I'm going back to the room", I stated slowly walking back to leave.
"Ah come on, they meant nothing by it, honest", Peter said trying to discreetly get the lost boys to nod but they were too busy staring at me to notice.
"Really?", I sarcastically questioned, "then why are they still doing it?" I asked smugly.

Peter turned angrily towards the boys, he pulled out a small dagger from his hip that I didn't know he had, holding it towards the lost boys, with his back to me.
"Lost boys, it seems you have upset mother", he said spinning the dagger in his hand while looking each lost boy in the eye, they all dropped their's instantly.
"For that you'll have to be punished", he said and although I could see him I knew the smirk on his face had got bigger.
"Ahhhh", all the lost boys screamed as Peter lunged at them. Omg, is he going to kill them? Think fast Rose what could be there punishment instead, think. Ah ha. Got it.

"Peter", I shouted over screams of the lost boys. He turned to look at me with a confused look on his face.
"Yes", he said turning around to face me, holding Guppy by the collar of his shirt.
"Do you really think this is necessary?", I asked hoping he'd say no.
"Yup", he said popping the P, and was about to continue his terror on the lost boys before I stepped in again.
"How about we go about the punishment a different way?", I question watching as he dropped Guppy who's face had a hint of blue from lack of oxygen.
"What do you think we should do?", he asked a bit annoyed I stopped his fun but lunging at them with a knife, really isn't necessary.
"Well, if you ask me, this is a rather violent solution. And as it seems that you have taken this whole punishment thing to heart. How about we get all of them at heart? But not literally", I ask, quickly fumbling out the last part.
"Soo...", he said gesturing with his hands for me to continue.
"Nostorytimetonight", I said really quickly.
"Ah dang it", two high voices said in unison in the background. I knew it was the twins.
"You heard mother", Peter said rather irritated, "you get no story time". I just have to assume he's annoyed that he couldn't play his game. But still that way completely wrong of him to do. Thank god it's over now.

"DINNER TIME", I think slightly shouted out. Before I could process other though Peter dragged me to the table and sat me down on a small chair, next to the chair with the animal skin thrown over the top. Peter perched him self in the chair leaning it slightly backwards so that the front feet were hovering mere centimetres from the floor. Slightly placed a huge, metal, cauldron like, pot on the table. And placed a bowl and spoon in front of us. The bowls were plastic but then again with a bunch of children you wouldn't really want to give them china bowls.

We ate in silence. For them I knew this was odd. But I couldn't stop thinking about my mum and how worried she would be right now. I completely lost my appetite, so I started playing with it until everyone was finished.
"You done", a voice asked behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Guppy, trying to balance all bowls in his hands. And badly at that. I nodded. He reached over, grabbed my bowl and scurried out the room. I was going to help him, but no point now that he was gone.

"Bed time boys", Peter announced jumping from his chair and hovering about it with his legs crossed. The lost boys all groaned but followed their orders non the less. They walked out slowly, shoulders slumped down in defeat.
"Night boys", I called out to them. But they continued walking.

All except Tootles who turned around and ran at me hugging my legs upon impact, squeezing them tight. I awkwardly kneeled down, pushing him slightly back. Then I hugged him back and kissed him on the cheek. I pulled back to look at him to see him blushing. I held back a laugh.
"Night Tootles", I said through a smile, ruffling his hair. He nodded and quickly scurried out the room. Following the other lost boys out. I noticed Chip in the door way of their room. He winked at me and walked into the shadows. I seriously need to ask him what's with all this winking. I got up and turned towards Peter.
"Ok where do I sleep?", I asked and the widening grin let me know I wasn't going to like the answer.
"With me", he said walking towards his bedroom. Catching my hand and pulling me behind him.

He pulled me into the room and closed the door behind him releasing my hand.
"What do you mean with you?", I asked putting my hands on my hips.
Peter walked over to the right side of the double bed, and sat down, legs placed in front on his and he turned around to lounge, hands behind his head. He patted the other side of the bed.
I knew I was gonna regret this, but cautiously and slowly, I walked over to the bed. Peter's eyes in me the entire time. I felt like prey in the midst of a dangerous predator. I stopped near the side.
"Oh come on, I don't bite", he said in an almost childlike whiny voice.
"Fine", I said as I flopped down. I pulled the blanket over and turned my back towards Peter.
"Night Peter", I said through a yawn. Letting my body be enveloped as the darkness pulled me into sleep.
"Night Rose", he said. I could feel his breath on my neck but I didn't care. I was too tired to care, as I slept in a peaceful dreamless slumber.

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ShadowPrincess100 & Moonshroom420.

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