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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, Ellie here! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I had dress rehearsal for my opera everyday this week until 10, and by then I was too exhausted to write....but here's short and kind of sad chapter 13!!! By the way, the opera was wonderful; it was just a blast, in case anyone was wondering. I felt kind of bad getting reviews and not being able to write anything because I was so busy, so I wrote this at 11 on Friday after our final performance, just because I had that overwhelming feeling of guilt. I had an overwhelming urge to write lovely fluff for 12, so write fluff I did. Unfortunately for you all, this chapter has reverted back to angst. Sorry! So read, review and most of all ENJOY!
Toi toi!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Mr. Darling stood in the doorway, his frame a silhouette against the light from the hallway. He was in his robe and pajamas, his pipe in one hand and a novel in the other. His mouth was set in a thin, grim line and his face had gone pale. His eyes were clouded with an emotion neither Wendy or Peter could identify....was it anger or sadness?
Their question was answered quickly as Mr. Darling began to speak.
"I was sitting in my bed, trying to have a late night scotch and a smoke, and when I heard noise I thought it was a bloody burglar breaking into the house! But this is much worse-much, MUCH worse; I'll tell you that much!" Mr. Darling's face was growing redder by the second, the lovers didn't like where this was headed.
'But he can't actually do anything, the man's too timid,' Peter thought confidently, and smiled.
"Sorry, sir, didn't mean to disturb you." Peter said in his most polite manner. Thank god for John and his English speak.
"Don't you 'sorry sir' me!!!! I am MORE than disturbed, I am outraged! This is not a simple matter of disturbing me so late at night, that doesn't matter! But to walk in here and find you-find you-SLOBBERING all over my daughter....you've outdone yourself this time, Pan! This girl is engaged to be married in less than a week! To the governor's son no less! Do you realize what you're putting at risk here? Do you?" Mr. Darling looked like a volcano on the verge of erupting; a queer little twitch in his left eye was out of control.
Wendy looked shamefacedly at her father. "Father, you don't understand! I don't want marry...."
"Silence! I don't care if you don't want to marry him, don't you see that it's the only way for this family to survive? Wendy, I'm on the verge of being fired, this family needs this money more than you can possibly know! If you don't marry Edward then this family will be bankrupt! And bankrupt means homeless! And homeless means no beautiful clothes or luxuries or anything for this family anymore!" Tears were in Mr. Darling's eyes at this point, Wendy had never seen her father react to anything like this.
"Father, it's you that doesn't understand! I don't love Edward....I'm in love with Peter!"
Dead silence. Mr. Darling stood and stared at the two, incredulous.
"B-b-but....it's not possible....no, it's not possible! It doesn't matter if you love Edward or not, Wendy; what matters is that you marry him so that this family won't die and starve on the streets! Don't you want the best for your family? Or are you that selfish?"
He had hit a nerve there. Wendy felt guilt rising rapidly within her, and tears came to her eyes. "I'm sorry, father-I know we need the money....but....you don't understand....if you'd just hear me out!"
Mr. Darling opened his mouth to tell her no; of course he wouldn't hear her out, but Peter spoke first.
"Sir, would you really be such an unloving father as to make your daughter marry someone who she not only doesn't love, but hates? Do you want to live your life knowing that you gave your daughter away to benefit yourself financially?"
Mr. Darling turned away from him, shaking. He took in a deep breath, and uttered the most horrible words Wendy had ever heard.
"Yes, I suppose I do."
A sob wracked Wendy's body, and she fell to the floor, crying. Peter knelt down next to her, glaring at Mr. Darling with a hatred that he hadn't felt since Hook had tried to take Wendy from him. He couldn't let Mr. Darling do that, not right after he had finally come to terms with adulthood, and his separation from childhood. Without her he would be lost.
"Sir, you must be the most horrible man that ever lived. I hope that when you die you go nowhere but down, it's the very least you deserve."
He heard a gasp from Wendy, and Mr. Darling continued to stare blankly, his eyes red and tired from fatigue and unshed tears. That put together with bed-mussed hair and pale face gave him the look of an insane man, and it was a look that was positively frightening. Peter was not so sure of himself anymore; there was less sanity to Mr. Darling that he had originally thought. Who knew what he might do next?
"Father? Father....why won't you say anything? Why are you doing this to us?"
Mr. Darling's silence was now fraught with insane anger, and the twitch in his eye was out of control.
"No. I care not if you love each other, this boy doesn't even know the real meaning! You'll find love in a big house, with children and a wealthy husband, someone who can take care of you in all aspects. And he does love you Wendy, you must see it an embrace it! A boy like this can offer you nothing but false hope for a future, and a sure early death. You can't stay in love with him, Wendy. You are to marry Edward as planned."
Wendy blanched. The final part of her living Hell was coming alive-the one person in the world who she thought would understand under all circumstances-her loving father had become one of the money-hungry managers of London.
"Please don't do this, father....daddy?" she said in a small, pleading voice. It was the voice of a hopeless, pathetic, desperate girl. A role that Wendy was used to by now.
"Peter, I'm afraid your visit has come to an end. I'm going to have to ask you to go back to where you came from, and to leave this family alone from now on. We can't have you stirring up trouble in our lives any longer. Leave through the window, or wherever you came from."
Peter's stared at Mr. Darling in shock, he hadn't expected that. "Please don't make me leave, sir--"
"Go! Now!" Mr. Darling grabbed Peter's wrist and flung him over to the window, where he hit the window head on, and slid to the floor, his eyes rolling slightly as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Wendy ran to him, fearing that her father had snapped completely.
"Peter, please don't go," she whispered into his ear as she helped him up. He opened the window and before he jumped out, he turned to Wendy and took her face in his hands. "You will not marry him, I'm coming back for you; I'll rescue you from him. I promise." He wiped away her tears with his thumbs, and kissed her lightly. "Don't give up hope. I'll find a way to stop this....I love you, Wendy. Please, please don't forget that!"
Wendy rested her forehead against hers. "Please don't let me marry him....you have to think of something....I love you too."
With those words, Peter jumped out of the window, but didn't fly into the sky. His flight brought him around the corner of the house. Wendy smiled, he wasn't gone. If anyone could help her escape from Edward, it was Peter. He wouldn't let her go through with it.
A hand appeared from behind and closed the window. It was her father, who had a grim look of satisfaction on his face.
"I hope you understand why I'm doing this, Wendy," he said quietly, "It's for your well-being and the good of this whole family. You understand that, don't you?" He looked at her imploringly, looking almost pathetic in his want for her approval. He was like a dog, and it sickened Wendy. She shook her head.
"Get out of my room," she exclaimed angrily, "I'll never understand. I hate you."
Her father turned on his heel and stormed out of the room angrily. "It's for your own good, you know!" she heard him cry as he stormed down the hall towards his bedroom, "You'll thank me for it one day!"
Wendy turned to look out the window, and put her hand upon the glass, her tearstained eyes searching the heavens and all of London for a little glimpse of Peter. There was no sign he had ever been there.
"Come back for me, Peter."
She walked over to her bed, where her handbag lay with her dress. She opened it up and pulled out a bottle of scotch she had nicked from her father's liquor cabinet earlier that week. She pried off the top, and smelled the vile stuff. It smelled like death. She took a sip, and winced as the burning liquid coated her throat. Her room began to spin in front of her, and she fell on her bed, unconscious.
The pre-wedding festivities had begun.
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Afterthoughts: Alright, that was quite angsty. Bet you didn't know that Wendy was gonna do that! I promise promise PROMISE that more of the happy will come soon, I'm aware that this was an extremely depressing chapter. I'll be back with chapter 14 very soon now that my opera is over; never fear, Peter WILL return, and then you'll be happy!
Toi toi!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, Ellie here! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I had dress rehearsal for my opera everyday this week until 10, and by then I was too exhausted to write....but here's short and kind of sad chapter 13!!! By the way, the opera was wonderful; it was just a blast, in case anyone was wondering. I felt kind of bad getting reviews and not being able to write anything because I was so busy, so I wrote this at 11 on Friday after our final performance, just because I had that overwhelming feeling of guilt. I had an overwhelming urge to write lovely fluff for 12, so write fluff I did. Unfortunately for you all, this chapter has reverted back to angst. Sorry! So read, review and most of all ENJOY!
Toi toi!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Mr. Darling stood in the doorway, his frame a silhouette against the light from the hallway. He was in his robe and pajamas, his pipe in one hand and a novel in the other. His mouth was set in a thin, grim line and his face had gone pale. His eyes were clouded with an emotion neither Wendy or Peter could identify....was it anger or sadness?
Their question was answered quickly as Mr. Darling began to speak.
"I was sitting in my bed, trying to have a late night scotch and a smoke, and when I heard noise I thought it was a bloody burglar breaking into the house! But this is much worse-much, MUCH worse; I'll tell you that much!" Mr. Darling's face was growing redder by the second, the lovers didn't like where this was headed.
'But he can't actually do anything, the man's too timid,' Peter thought confidently, and smiled.
"Sorry, sir, didn't mean to disturb you." Peter said in his most polite manner. Thank god for John and his English speak.
"Don't you 'sorry sir' me!!!! I am MORE than disturbed, I am outraged! This is not a simple matter of disturbing me so late at night, that doesn't matter! But to walk in here and find you-find you-SLOBBERING all over my daughter....you've outdone yourself this time, Pan! This girl is engaged to be married in less than a week! To the governor's son no less! Do you realize what you're putting at risk here? Do you?" Mr. Darling looked like a volcano on the verge of erupting; a queer little twitch in his left eye was out of control.
Wendy looked shamefacedly at her father. "Father, you don't understand! I don't want marry...."
"Silence! I don't care if you don't want to marry him, don't you see that it's the only way for this family to survive? Wendy, I'm on the verge of being fired, this family needs this money more than you can possibly know! If you don't marry Edward then this family will be bankrupt! And bankrupt means homeless! And homeless means no beautiful clothes or luxuries or anything for this family anymore!" Tears were in Mr. Darling's eyes at this point, Wendy had never seen her father react to anything like this.
"Father, it's you that doesn't understand! I don't love Edward....I'm in love with Peter!"
Dead silence. Mr. Darling stood and stared at the two, incredulous.
"B-b-but....it's not possible....no, it's not possible! It doesn't matter if you love Edward or not, Wendy; what matters is that you marry him so that this family won't die and starve on the streets! Don't you want the best for your family? Or are you that selfish?"
He had hit a nerve there. Wendy felt guilt rising rapidly within her, and tears came to her eyes. "I'm sorry, father-I know we need the money....but....you don't understand....if you'd just hear me out!"
Mr. Darling opened his mouth to tell her no; of course he wouldn't hear her out, but Peter spoke first.
"Sir, would you really be such an unloving father as to make your daughter marry someone who she not only doesn't love, but hates? Do you want to live your life knowing that you gave your daughter away to benefit yourself financially?"
Mr. Darling turned away from him, shaking. He took in a deep breath, and uttered the most horrible words Wendy had ever heard.
"Yes, I suppose I do."
A sob wracked Wendy's body, and she fell to the floor, crying. Peter knelt down next to her, glaring at Mr. Darling with a hatred that he hadn't felt since Hook had tried to take Wendy from him. He couldn't let Mr. Darling do that, not right after he had finally come to terms with adulthood, and his separation from childhood. Without her he would be lost.
"Sir, you must be the most horrible man that ever lived. I hope that when you die you go nowhere but down, it's the very least you deserve."
He heard a gasp from Wendy, and Mr. Darling continued to stare blankly, his eyes red and tired from fatigue and unshed tears. That put together with bed-mussed hair and pale face gave him the look of an insane man, and it was a look that was positively frightening. Peter was not so sure of himself anymore; there was less sanity to Mr. Darling that he had originally thought. Who knew what he might do next?
"Father? Father....why won't you say anything? Why are you doing this to us?"
Mr. Darling's silence was now fraught with insane anger, and the twitch in his eye was out of control.
"No. I care not if you love each other, this boy doesn't even know the real meaning! You'll find love in a big house, with children and a wealthy husband, someone who can take care of you in all aspects. And he does love you Wendy, you must see it an embrace it! A boy like this can offer you nothing but false hope for a future, and a sure early death. You can't stay in love with him, Wendy. You are to marry Edward as planned."
Wendy blanched. The final part of her living Hell was coming alive-the one person in the world who she thought would understand under all circumstances-her loving father had become one of the money-hungry managers of London.
"Please don't do this, father....daddy?" she said in a small, pleading voice. It was the voice of a hopeless, pathetic, desperate girl. A role that Wendy was used to by now.
"Peter, I'm afraid your visit has come to an end. I'm going to have to ask you to go back to where you came from, and to leave this family alone from now on. We can't have you stirring up trouble in our lives any longer. Leave through the window, or wherever you came from."
Peter's stared at Mr. Darling in shock, he hadn't expected that. "Please don't make me leave, sir--"
"Go! Now!" Mr. Darling grabbed Peter's wrist and flung him over to the window, where he hit the window head on, and slid to the floor, his eyes rolling slightly as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Wendy ran to him, fearing that her father had snapped completely.
"Peter, please don't go," she whispered into his ear as she helped him up. He opened the window and before he jumped out, he turned to Wendy and took her face in his hands. "You will not marry him, I'm coming back for you; I'll rescue you from him. I promise." He wiped away her tears with his thumbs, and kissed her lightly. "Don't give up hope. I'll find a way to stop this....I love you, Wendy. Please, please don't forget that!"
Wendy rested her forehead against hers. "Please don't let me marry him....you have to think of something....I love you too."
With those words, Peter jumped out of the window, but didn't fly into the sky. His flight brought him around the corner of the house. Wendy smiled, he wasn't gone. If anyone could help her escape from Edward, it was Peter. He wouldn't let her go through with it.
A hand appeared from behind and closed the window. It was her father, who had a grim look of satisfaction on his face.
"I hope you understand why I'm doing this, Wendy," he said quietly, "It's for your well-being and the good of this whole family. You understand that, don't you?" He looked at her imploringly, looking almost pathetic in his want for her approval. He was like a dog, and it sickened Wendy. She shook her head.
"Get out of my room," she exclaimed angrily, "I'll never understand. I hate you."
Her father turned on his heel and stormed out of the room angrily. "It's for your own good, you know!" she heard him cry as he stormed down the hall towards his bedroom, "You'll thank me for it one day!"
Wendy turned to look out the window, and put her hand upon the glass, her tearstained eyes searching the heavens and all of London for a little glimpse of Peter. There was no sign he had ever been there.
"Come back for me, Peter."
She walked over to her bed, where her handbag lay with her dress. She opened it up and pulled out a bottle of scotch she had nicked from her father's liquor cabinet earlier that week. She pried off the top, and smelled the vile stuff. It smelled like death. She took a sip, and winced as the burning liquid coated her throat. Her room began to spin in front of her, and she fell on her bed, unconscious.
The pre-wedding festivities had begun.
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Afterthoughts: Alright, that was quite angsty. Bet you didn't know that Wendy was gonna do that! I promise promise PROMISE that more of the happy will come soon, I'm aware that this was an extremely depressing chapter. I'll be back with chapter 14 very soon now that my opera is over; never fear, Peter WILL return, and then you'll be happy!
Toi toi!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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