Chapter 6
When everything comes crashing down
"Ok, ok, ok.." started Riley as she plopped down on an ancient looking park bench. " So let me get this straight. We've lost the bird." Peter slumped down beside her letting out a sigh.
"Correct."
"We've seen an Indian."
"Also correct."
" We have no idea what to do next."
"Yep."
The girl sighed.
"We're screwed."
" Right ol' chap"
She smiled slightly.
"Really?" she questioned in mock surprise. "Does that mean I get a prize?" The boy smiled, and nodded his head. "And what would that be?" His smile grew larger.
"The privilege of being my pillow." Riley opened her mouth to question, but stopped as she felt a head drop down on her shoulder. She giggled.
"And here I thought Peter Pan never got tired..."
"I'm not t-t-" His speech was cut off with a yawn. "-tired," he finished. Shaking her head slightly, she moved a hand up to the boy's forehead and swept a lock of hair aside that had fallen astray. Glancing at his face, she then brought her own head down to rest on his.
"Peter," She whispered.
"Hmmm," he replied to show he was listening.
"What are we going to do.."
"Sleep," he answered simply. Riley rolled her eyes.
"Neverland could be destroyed any second and all you can think about it sleep!?" There was a slight pause.
"..Yes.." Riley`s hands flying to her forehead she felt a head-ache coming on.
"Peter, you are completely hopeless."
"No Riley, I'm tired." She let out a frustrated sigh and without warning jumped up from her seat, resulting in the collision of the boy's head with the bench from the sudden gain of free space.
"Ouch.." Peter mumbled, righting himself and rubbing his sore head. "You are a horrible pillow."
Ignoring the comment, Riley began to pace. She needed to clear her mind, think things through, figure out what the hell she was suppose to do about all this save-the-world-crap which was so suddenly thrown into her hands. I'm only one girl, how am I suppose to fix this!? I can't even pick out which socks I would rather wear in the morning, non the less figure out how to save Neverland! I can't do it! I just..can't.
It was Hopeless.
Everything was hopeless.
We are never going to find the bloody pigeon again, and even if we did there was no hope of it still carrying the eye! Why am I even trying!? Why do I even care!? Why- She stopped as her gaze landed on Peter.
Peter Pan... -The- Peter Pan...
A smile rose upon her lips as she watched the boy grumbling to himself while soothing his recently injured head. Peter Pan. That's why she cared. That's why she had to try. For him. For his home. For his life. She dropped her gaze, ashamed. How could she be so pessimistic? How could she have been ready to give up? Sure, it was hopeless, but she had to try. For him. She just had too.. But how? How was she going to figure out what to do? They were at a dead end.
Riley collapsed to her knees, emotion hitting her full force. She hung her head low, in defeat. Not a second later, warm finger tips gently slide under her chin and lightly tilted it upward. Her despairing brown eyes met hopeful green ones. She had never realized how much she loved his eyes till that moment, as they bore down at her. Always full of spirit, and wonder, playfulness and kindness, determination and hope. She could stare into his eyes for hours and never get tired. There was so much to see. Riley, broke her gaze from him, once again ashamed at herself for doubting, but Peter, quick as lighting, had her head back up again, refusing for her to move it back down.
He smiled slightly, then shook his head at some unknown thought of his own. His hand moved from her chin to her cheek and began to caress it lightly with his thumb. His other hand moved to the opposite cheek and did the same. Riley's eyes watered, despite her best effort to hold her emotions in. It was just to much. She felt so weak and weary. A tear trickled down her cheek, but in a flash Peter wiped it away with a finger.
"Rye," He began, his voice almost at a whisper. " It will all be ok." It scared her how he always knew what she was thinking.
"But-" She started, her voice quivering.
" I promise. Everything will be ok.." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead bringing butterflies to her stomach.
Peter gave her an amused look, as if knowing the sensation he had just sent through her. Riley couldn't help, but give a small laugh through her tears.
"You are so cocky." Peter's eyes lit up playfully.
"And you..." He paused, his smile growing. "..are beautiful." Blushing a deep shade of red, she lowered her eyes, then raised it again.
"Cocky, but charming none the less.." His grin widened in triumph.
" See," He started, leaning his head up against hers. "I knew you liked me." She laughed. Peter raised from his knees, pulling the girl along. "Know come on, we've got a world to save!" Riley's smile faded.
"But how? How are we going to find the eye? We have no idea where to look!" The flying boys eyes brows furrowed together in thought.
"Well," he finally announced after a few seconds of silence. "What about..that direction." His finger extended east. Riley's stared at him dumbfounded.
"That direction," she repeated in disbelief. "That direction!?! That's all you can think of!?"
"Well would you prefer this direction?" He finger swung round west. A hand slapped her forehead once again in frustration.
"This direc- Peter- I- AUGH!" Her head collapsed onto Peter's shoulder, and he could here her mumbling to herself inaudibly. He cocked an eye brow.
"Rye?" He questioned certainly. The girl gave a deep sigh.
"All right, I give up.." She let out another long defeated sigh. " That way, it is.." It's not like things could get any worse! "Come on."
Grabbing Peter's hand, the two set off, with the unfortunate feeling of another long night ahead of them.
* 4 hours later*
Peter sat down Indian-style on the soft grass watching the multi-shaded rays of the sun set slowly fade away into a black mist. The sky was growing darker, night was approaching.
He let out a sigh. It had indeed been a long day searching for the Eye. They had looked everywhere they decide a pigeon would go, but to no avail. So here he was, in the park watching the sunset, trying to forget the long day and enjoy himself, while Riley on the other hand, across from him, banged her head repeatedly on a tree cursing the heavens.
Some people take defeat better then others.
Peter once again, exhaled, then turned his head away from the fading sunlight, looking over at his partner, who was busy taking her frustration out rather painfully. He shook his head.
"Riley?"
" Stupid bird-*thump* -frickin eye-*thump* -Damn, damn, damn- *thump, thump, thump, thump,thu-"
"RYE!!!" The girl snapped her head around at the call of her name.
"What?!" She questioned in a grumpy three-year-old kind of tone. Peter pulled himself off the grass, walked to the tree where she stood, took her hand, then pulled her to his original spot on the grass.
"Sit," he commanded and she complied, but not before glaring at him, folding her arms across her chest, and letting out a 'Hmph!' He rolled his eyes. " You are so immature."
"Ha! Me! Immature!? You are the immature one!" He grinned.
" Me?"
"No, the rhino beside you."
"There is no rhino beside me."
" That's the point." They stared at each other.
"...."
"...."
"What?"
"Peter, the point is if there is a mature one in this relationship it is me..so...there," she finished lamely.
"Wrong, I am." ME!? WRONG?! I highly doubt that.
"I'm never wrong."
"So you are wrong and you lie?"
"I don't lie either."
"That was a lie."
"..."
"..."
" I'm still the mature one."
"Riiiiggggghhhht.."
" I AM!"
He raised an eye brow in her direction.
"..."
" WHAT!? I AM, I AM, I AM! I AM MATURE!!" Oh my god I am so immature. He began to smile. She growled. "shut up." He laughed. She glared. He laughed harder. It was a never ending game of different facial expressions. She finally settled for a.." I highly dislike you at the moment."
"It's a shame.." He stopped, to brush back a piece of hair from her face. " Because I'm madly in love with you." She fought back the smile that was tugging at her lips. I hate how he always manages to turn things around like that and make himself look good. WHY WASN'T I BORN WITH THAT ABILITY!? Hmph. Now what was I doing? Oh yes..pretending like I'm mad.
" Don't you use that Peter Pan charm with me! It will get you no where!" He flashed his pearly whites. Stop it. STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT. He frowned slightly at her grumpy expression, but it didn't last long.
" Playing hard to get now are we? Always making things difficult. Well, fine, then I'll just have to try this." Try what? I don't see him trying anything. I swear he is so c-
He cut off her thoughts by brushing his soft lips against hers in a playful manner, then pulled back. She let out a dreamy sigh. Wow..
I mean no! NO, NO, NO! I'm still irritated at him, I'm still irritated at him, I'm still- His lips swept across hers again.
Oi..-I'm..still...irritated...at...I'm...I'm..Once more, he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, but ever so lightly, just enough to get a quick taste of the wonder before it was gone again.
He was teasing her and she knew it. Just daring her to give in.
He will not win! ..I am still irritated..I'm...I'm..ah screw it.
She gave in and pressed her lips fully to his, intensifying the kiss. Wrapping her arms around him, they pulled closer, leaving barley any space. She wanted the kiss to last for ever, but unfortunately she felt Peter pull back a bit.
No..no..don't leave..come back.. I like you again! Please stay!
Despite her mental protest, he did move away making space between them again. Riley sighed, her face wrinkling in grumpiness again. Leave it to him to make the perfect moment and then ruin it too.
She could hear Peter chuckling.
"What is so funny!?" She asked sharply. He laughed.
"I'm sorry! It's just you look so angry!" He broke off to laugh again. " I'm not that bad of a kisser am I? Well, of course I'm not-" Egomaniac "-But still!"
"I'm not angry," Riley stated indignity.
" Right, and you're never wrong, don't lie, and the mature one too if I'm not mistaken?"
" Exactly."
" And you call me hopeless!"
"That's because you are."
"Well I've got news for you Miss Parkerson, you are too."
"So we are both hopeless?"
"Yep, we can be hopeless together."
" So we are both hopeless, going on a hopeless search, all for a hopeless mission, which is hopeless. ... wow.."
"Yep."
"Does this make us pathetic too?"
"Lets just stick with hopeless for now." The two just sat there for a while in silence, watching and listening to there surrounding, till Riley stood up.
" Well, It's dark."
"That was very observant of you," he remarked as she pulled him to his feet.
"Oh shut it, you knew what I ment." They smiled at each other.
"You are right, I better get you home, it's past your bed time." She smiled at his joke, but at the thought of home her smile became a frown. It wasn't home that bothered her. It was more of the fact her father lived at the home. Oh and he would not be happy at her. There .was no doubt he would know by now she had skipped detention. She was dead, and technically she was supposed to have been dead last time so this time ment death for sure.
Gulping, she turned to Peter. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking because he reached down and entwined his fingers together with hers, and giving her hand a small squeeze, let her know they would get through it together. She smiled at the sign of affection.
I wish my dad would have believe me about him.. He would love Peter. The thought made her freeze. That's it! What if her dad saw Peter! He would have to believe her then! She could have smacked herself. How could she have been so thick not to have thought of that the first time! Peter had been right upstairs while she was fighting the case to her dad! So that was it.. That was what she was going to do..
She looked up at Peter.
"What?" he asked the expression on Riley's face puzzling him.
"Peter, I'm going to show you to my dad." And before he could reply, she was dragging him down the street towards her home.
I just hope he will believe me..
****
Waking up, Riley felt very warm against the soft material her head lay against. Slowly she peeked her eyes open.
It was dark, very dark.
Where am I...and..and.. She wiggled her feet. AND WHY AREN'T MY FEET ON THE GROUND!?!? AHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHH!!! AHHHHHH!! She squirmed in one of those ways you do when you've been having a dream when you are falling and wake yourself up.
"Geez Riley! Don't move you much! I'm going to drop you!"
WHO SAID THAT!?
She swung her face around only to have it smash into a muscular chest.
Oof..
She turned her head back around and looked up to find Peter. What the.. Then it hit her..he was carrying he!. I'm such a dimwit. As she blushed a deep shade of red in embarrassment, he set her gently to her feet. But why was he carrying me?
"What happened?" She asked, looking at her surrounding. They were on a street of houses dimly lit by a street light.
" Well, we were walking..okay, actually you were practically dragging me, but we were heading for your house and you just...fell on me." I fell on him?
" I fell on you?" How..er..interesting.
" Ya, you just fell asleep." Oh well that makes more sense.
" I just...fell asleep...on you...while I was walking with you.."
"Dragging me."
" Same thing."
" Yes, that's what happened."
"Okay..well...okay..." She rubbed her temple in confusion. " Well how did we get here? By the way were are we?"
" We are at you're house." My house!? Where!? "And after you..er..fell on me..I picked you up and flew here." HE FLEW?!??!
" YOU FLEW!!!! PETER!!" She hit him. He flew! I can't believe he flew AND I MISSED IT!!
Figures.
"Ow..." He rubbed his head. "No need for violence." BUT HE FLEW!!!
" BUT YOU FLEW!!"
" It was dark!"
" BUT YOU FLEW!!"
" Yes Riley, we`ve gone over this already." Smart-ass "Look, no one saw me, I flew low! Plus, I had too! I couldn't quite leave you stranded in the street and I wasn't about to walk back carrying you!" Grr..
"Fine, but no more flying!"
" What about soaring?"
"No!"
" Floating?"
"PEEEEETER!"
" Not even hovering?"
"NO, flying, soaring, floating, hovering, or any other kinds of gravity defying actions. They are simply out of the question!" God I sound like my mother. He grunted.
"Fine, but what if it's an emergency?"
"That depends on the emergency."
"What if there is a cat stuck in the tree?"
"No."
" Ok what if that Derek dolt is looking for you and I have this rock and the only possible way to hit him directly in his head is to fly over him?"
" Tempting, but No!"
"Okay what about-"
" Peter, unless you need to save yourself, somebody, or catch the bloody pigeon you are not to fly! Got it?"
"YES MA'AM!" He saluted her. I'm going to ignore that, you impertinent git. Now..why was I standing in the middle of the street again? Swinging around she faced the front of her house. Remembering, her face went into a pout. It was time to face the father. Oh goodie. Her stomach sank.
Riley looked up at Peter. "I've changed my mind, I don't want to go." She turned around and made to leave in the opposite direction, when an arm snaked itself around her waist holding her in place.
"No, no, no Peter you don't understand! This is never going to work! My dad is going to kill me..KILL ME PETER, KILL ME!!" By this time she had grabbed both sides of his shirt and was shaking him back and forth. Prying her iron locked fingers from his shirt, he took her hands in his.
"Riley, he is not going to kill you!"
"You are right, first he is going to chop me into little pieces THEN package me up and ship me off as cat food WHERE CATS WILL EAT ME, THE CATS PETER!! CATS!!!" The boy laughed.
" I have to give you points for creativity on that one, but it's highly unlikely. You're dad wouldn't do that to you. He loves you and you know it."
"But the cats Peter! The cats!" He rolled his eyes.
"Riley, I promise I will not let you get made into cat food. Now, turn that pretty hiney of you're around and go into that house and tell him about me!" Okay..on second thought maybe -he's- my mother. Unwillingly, she turned back around to face her house.
I dooooon't waaaannaaa goooo!!!!
She felt herself being forced forward. The door loomed closer and closer. Oh gosh..oh gosh..oh gosh..
Reaching the steps leading up to the door, Peter dragged her up them, as she claimed to have lost the ability to move her legs due to frost bite..in the middle of April.
There it was. The gates of hell. The opening to complete and utter chaos. The ::Gasp:: Doorway.
They stopped in front of it. "Now Riley, I want you to open the door and go in."
" You open it."
" No, you it's your house!"
"But I don't wanna!"
"Just open it!!"
"It's locked."
"You haven't even touched it."
" ...so.."
"You could at least open your eyes."
"They are open."
"No, they aren't. Come on now, you could at least look at the door!"
"I'm trying!"
" ..."
"..."
"..."
" Are they open yet?"
"No."
"Okay, well..I guess we can go then!" She turned an began to leave, but was once again stopped by a strong arm. Damn it..I was so close. Peter sighed, dragging her back to the door knob.
"All right, I'm going to open it for you sense you seem to have lost the ability to do that too." He reached out and grabbed the door knob and twisted the handle.
"Don't bother it's always loc-" The door swung open. "-cked." Riley stared, perplexed at the door.
" I thought you said it would be locked?"
" ..It should.. Dad never leaves it unlocked..It's a pet peeve of his.." They both continued to stare, before Riley shook her head. She was being silly. " He probably just forgot or ..something," She said hopefully.
"Yea," Peter agreed. "That's probably it.." He moved the door open the rest of the way. It creaked as it opened to reveal total blackness. Ok..something isn't right..
Riley moved forward. "Dad?" She called out into the blackness, then stopped, listening for any response. But none came. "DAD!?!" She tried again, this time louder. Still no response. She turned to Peter.
"Something's wrong." Not an instant later, Peter had his sword out held at ready.
"Stay here," He commanded simply, moving forward, but stopped as Riley's hand gripped his shoulder.
" I'm coming with you."
" No Riley it could be dangerous."
" I'm not a little girl Peter, I can take care of myself." Seeing her eyes full of determination and stubbornness, he knew she would not listen to him. He sighed in defeat.
"Fine, but take this.." He reached down into his boot and pulled out a small dagger and held it out to her with an extent of his hand. With a very shaking hand of her own, she took it from him. " And..and..be careful." She gave a grave smile and nodded her head.
"You too." He gave a like nod, and together they headed into the darkness.
As they entered the house, the feeling that something was defiantly wrong grew stronger. Not only was it pitch black, it was dead silent. The only sound being made by their footsteps as the progressed deeper into the house. Even the air felt different. It was cold and thin, like they were on the top of a mountain. She found it hard to breathe.
Caught in her thoughts, she jumped as Peter's hushed voice suddenly filled her ears. " Is there anyway to get light?" She nodded her head dumbly, then realized it was to dark for him to see her nod.
"Yes," She started in a silenced voice much like his. " Just around the corner near the kitchen entrance." He didn't answer back, but she could hear his light footsteps heading down the corner of the wall.
Next thing she knew, a bright light filled the room, and she had to cover her eyes at the sudden change. Adjusting her eyes, she looked around. Her mouth dropped open. She was in the kitchen and it was a disaster! Chairs were tipped over and flung in every which direction, cabinets hung open, glass dishes smashed into the tiniest pieces and sprinkles like pixie dust over the floors and counter tops, forks protruded from the walls as if somebody had played a game of darts with them, and the water taps were spraying water full force- overflowing the sink and falling over the counter tops like a mini waterfall turning the floor below into a pool. She was speechless. Swinging her self around she looked into the living room. It was the same way, then to the bedrooms, It was like a tornado had gone through the room.
Suddenly Riley's shock turned into something else. Panic. Her father! Where was her father!?
"Peter!! PETER! Where are you?!" He came rushing into the room his eyes as wide as hers.
"I'm here..I'm-"
"Peter my dad! Where is my dad!?" His shock faded and his logic returned.
" Just stay here, I'm going to look up stairs." Riley moved forward to follow.
"No Riley, stay here this time, I'll be right back!" With that he rushed up the stairs, sword in hand.
Moving carefully around the glass and piles of broken wood, she made her way further into the kitchen, her mind screaming as she went. Who had done this? Why had they done this? Where was her father? Was he all right? What if he was d- No, she couldn't even think about that possibility.
Deep in thought, she didn't even notice the puddle of water in front of her till it was to late and had walked right into it- losing her balance and falling to the ground painfully. She cried out in pain as a white-hot pain ran through her shoulder. Her hand quickly flew to the source of that pain and felt a thick stream of blood. There, protruding from her shoulder, stuck a quarter size piece of glass. She let out a soft curse. She had to get it out, but god was it going to hurt. It was very deep. Sucking in a breath, she cautiously grabbed on to the piece of glass and pulled it out. Another wail of pain escaped her mouth. The blood flow quickening, she grabbed a shredded kitchen towel off the floor and quickly wrapped it around her shoulder, wincing as she tightened it. With her opposite hand she clung hold onto a cabinet handle and pulled herself upright.
Breathing as steadily as she could, her eyes began to travel the room. Everything seemed so much taller from her spot of the floor. The cabinets, the sink, the door. Her eyes landed on a door as something shiny flashed. With the door being open, she couldn't see what it was. It was probably just another fork stick in the door like it was all along the wall, but for some reason she was still curious. She could at least move the door to see what it was. Refusing to get up off the floor yet, she instead stretched her foot out as far as it would go and with her tip-toes knocked the door closed.
As it slammed shut, she gasped. What appeared to be a fork stuck into the wood, was not a fork at all, but a long dagger, glinting brightly as the light reflected upon it's flawless silver blade, and ruby studded hilt.
A new terror arose inside Riley. She knew perfectly well who that blade belonged too. She had misfortunately seen it too many times herself in certain situations. None of which she wished to remember. That blade ment torture, that blade ment suffering, that blade ment death, that blade, belonged to Captain James Hook. And if that was not enough to give a girl nightmares, then the note beneath the blade baring his signature certainly would. No new for the Captain could be good news. Meaning, this news very well could bear the news of the worst about her father.
The thought was too much.
Riley's stomach lurched, and she threw up.
A clamor was suddenly heard from the stairway. "Riley! I searched the whole house! There is noth-RILEY!" They boys eyes widened as he reached the kitchen entrance and peered down at the pale, shaking, blood stained, girl sprawled out on the floor. "RILEY!" the boy yelled out again, running to her side, cutting away anything blocking his path with his long sword.
"Riley! What happened!? What's wrong?!" Reaching her side, he knelt down beside her, dropping his sword and sweeping an arm around her back just in time to support the girl as she fell back into him. He placed his free hand on her forehead. His face creased in concern "By Neverland Riley! You're burning up! What happened!?"
All the girl could do was place a shaking hand up and point it towards the door, before her head went to the side, throwing up again. Peter's face tripled in lines of concern and rage as she glanced up at the door. Apparently, he had recognized the dagger too.
Slowly, and carefully he raised the girl off of him and gently re-leaned her against the cabinet. Standing to his feet, he made his way through the water and broken glass to the door. Grasping hold of the cold steel hilt of the dagger, he wrenched it from the splitting wood, the note it held falling to his hand. Not being a very good reader, it took the boy a few minutes to make sense of the words, but when he did he wished he hadn't, but at least he could breathe a small sigh of relief at some of the words how terrible they still may be. Peter turned to Riley.
" He's not dead." At the words, some of the color returned to the girl's face. The letter in hand, he walked from the door and took a seat beside Riley again. He handed the piece of paper to her and she read silently:
Dear Miss Parkerson,
Your presence is formally requested by myself and my crew, at the 'The Blue Anchor' down by the docks. If you fail to attend in three days time. You will have my deepest sympathy at the death of your dear father. I look forward to our reunion my sweet child.
Sincerely,
James Hook,
Captain
The paper fell from Riley's hands. She cursed softly. "Damn it ," She hissed, her voice turned bitter. "Why Dad? Why him!? He had nothing to do with any of this! Nothing! Yet He's the one that gets taken! God-" She cursed herself. "-I'm such an idiot. How could I have not thought about this happening!? This is my fault! I'm the one that dragged him into this mess. And I'M going to be the one to get him out of it." Riley rose to her feet, hissing slightly as her shoulder, and weak knees making her shake. Peter grabbed her uninjured shoulder and pulled her back to the ground.
"Like hell you are! You can barely stand! Yes, your father will be saved, but it will be me doing it. Alone. I'm not going to get you into any more danger then I already have!"
" Oh stop being the hero for two seconds Peter! I'm not the only one who this will be dangerous for! You know as well as I, that this is a trap set for you! You can't take on an army of pirates by yourself! You need help, and as it is my father that has been taken, I am going to help get him back. Weather you like it or not! I refuse to stand back and watch you and my Dad die because you are too bloody thick to let me help!"
"Thick!? ME!? I'm not the one ready to charge in on hook with meaningless demands with no defense 'cept an injured shoulder and a good excuse for telling him off!" He threw his hands into the air in exasperation. " And she tells me, I'M being thick!"
" Despite what that over-sized head of yours thinks, I am not defenseless! I can take care for myself!" God Rye, you need this boy around to help you get your dad back! Stop insulting him! You know, he's just trying to do this for your safety! To protect you!
" Like you did back in Neverland huh? Almost getting killed by pirates before I saved you!" He's just trying to protect me..he's just trying to protect me..by saying this is he JUST trying to protect me.. " Or when the you got kidnapped by the Found? If I remember right It was me who saved you then too." He is JUST trying to be the SWEET, CARING, boy he is and prove this point so I won't save my father.. " Oh and lets not forget the Second time you got caught by pirates you were practically crying like a baby for me to save you!" Ok..that was harsh. Her eyes watered. I AM AT TOO MUCH OF AN EMOTIONAL STATE RIGHT NOW TO TAKE THIS CRAP.
..Woah..breeeaathheee..
Riley closed her eyes trying to control her emotions. Her mind was made up. She knew what she was going to do. Whether HE Liked it or not.
" Peter," She started slowly attempting to keep her voice calm. " I am going down to the docks 3 days from now to save my dad. I can do this with or without you. That is up to you, but either way I am still doing it." She watched him breath in and out as steadily as he could. His face was masked in tranquillity, but she looked past his face, into his eyes, his soul, where she could tell the real battle was raging.
Finally, the calm exterior broke from his face, and one of stubbornness replaced it.
" Rye, No.. I can do this by myself. Everything will be fi-"
" DAMN IT PETER! YOU ARE LIVING IN A FANTASY WORLD! THIS IS REAILTY, EVERYTHING DOESN'T ALWAYS HAVE A HAPPY ENDING! MY DAD HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED PETER, BY FILTHY MURDERERS! EVERYTHING IS NOT ALL RIGHT! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND! GOD, JUST DO US ALL A FAVOR AND GROW UP ALLREADY!" That was the last thing she said before she stomped from the room, ignoring the pain in her shoulder, and the weakness her entire body felt. She didn't care. She was mad. No, She was furious. Nothing else mattered.
Riley couldn't even look at Peter's face before she exited the front door slamming it behind her. She knew she had offend him. And she had offend him bad. Probably as bad as she could have. In truth, She didn't even want to look back. What would there be to see if she did? His stunned, pained face at her words? It wasn't like she didn't already feel guilty enough. Why was I cursed to speak before I think!?
Riley just stood there, guilt ridden, her back to the door. Maybe she should just turn around and go apologize? Like he would forgive me.
No, She wouldn't go back, as bad as she felt about her words, was as right as she felt about the decision she had made.
That's when her stubbornness began to kicked in.
She had given him a chance to let her go! It was her father for Christ sake's! She shouldn't feel bad for her decision to save him! She didn't need Peter to do it! She was just as capable as accomplishing something as he was!
Convincing herself she was right, she lifted her head, and let out a sigh. With that, she left the house behind, not even giving it a second glance. Yes, she could do this.. She could do this on her own...
She swallowed.
..oh God I just hope I'm making the right decision..
A/N: Oh gosh..NOT ANOTHER FIGHT! those two need to learn to control their tempers .. tsk..tsk. *sigh*
Anyway, Here. *hands reviewers piles of rocks* I figured sense you were planning on throwing things at me anyway for waiting to update so long that I would just be a nice author and supply you with rocks. I am not worthy of rotten fruits and vegetables. No need to thank me, It's the least I could do. : ) I really am sorry. I know, I know I've said that so many times before, but I really am. So Thank you to all the people who yelled at me once again to get my lazy butt moving. Where would I be without you lovely people!?
By the way as I was checking this story I thought of something. The whole "God" thing. I never thought about this before (I'm kind of slow you see) but does this offend any of you? If so, I'm very sorry and I would be happy to change it.
Umm..what now..what now? AH! Yes. Peter being able to read. To my knowledge, I'm not sure he knows how, but I needed him to be able to in my story so lets just say Wendy taught him ok? : )
Next on the list, If the Riley/Peter/note-stuck-in-the-door-with -the-dagger thing seems very familiar to you like you've seen it before, that's probably because you have. The whole Idea was kind of based off the Movie Hook, so yes I give full credit to that brilliant movie. So don't sue me please!
And finally last but certainly not least, I want to thank all you grand reviewers who have stuck with me even through those moments when you just want to rip my head off I'm so horrible. Merci mon amies! ( I probably did that wrong. Two years of French and I still can't do the basics!) But thanks, for everything! I will try my best to get the next chapter out as quick as I can. I'm not going to make any promises on when, because..well..we all know how that goes. So, I better get working on it! Thank you again all of you! And as always, Read and Review! Tootles!
-Meg