Chapter 2: The devil in his eyes.
(Gets a little bit violent, implies under age sex and deals with implying rape.)
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: again I don't own anything except Sarah and other minor characters.
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Peter looked in her eyes holding his stare, making a point.
Sarah parted her mouth making Peter instinctively look at her dry ruby lips. Sarah wanted to speak but found no words enter her throat. She swallowed back what she thought would be tears, but they didn't want to be cried.
"Good girl." Peter whispered to her this time, close to her face.
He stalked off, a couple of steps before he stopped.
In that brief second, Sarah looked up only to see Peter who had quickly regained his previous stance of facing her, the palm of his hand impacting on her lower cheek. Sarah lost balance from the sheer force of the impact and held her face in pain, anger and sadness in her eyes.
Peter knew by the way she was looking at him she was asking him 'why he did that'. Peter grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to him, sneered and pushed her away.
"That's for not acknowledging me properly." He said in a low threatening voice.
For the second time Peter stalked off to the main camp, this time not returning.
Sarah took a deep breath, her throat tightened and her lips pursed. A flood of silent tears escaped her eyes and her breathing suddenly became harsh. A sob escaped her mouth but she closed her lips to stop any more noise. A drop of blood seeped out the corner of her lip; a copper taste flooded her tongue, nothing new. Sarah spat onto the forest floor, in those three seconds deciding to run. There'd be hell to pay if she never came back but Sarah didn't care anymore. She darted off into the jungle. She knew if she headed right for a hundred metres then left for about seventy, she'd reach a small beach, completely open, filled with golden sand. This was Sarah's place. Where else did she have to go? Night after night Peter would taunt and tease her. Scare and abuse her. A bruise here, a cut there, it didn't matter anymore, not too the lost girls or boys and especially not Peter.
Only one boy would have cared what Peter did, but he was dead.
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Flashback
Peter's eyes locked on the couple sitting high up in the Neverland trees.
A pretty girl, with silky blonde, honey hair smiled and laughed at the boy who sat near her. He told a story, using his hands for emphasis, his chocolate brown eyes, warm and all the time embedding the beauty that sat before him. His dark hair cropped for a clean effect, his skin tanned from the Neverland sun.
"And then what happened?" Sarah's voice asked with excitement.
"And then one by one the lost boys all fell over Pan, he was so mad!"
"I bet he was." Sarah gasped.
"Nibbs got it though; he was the one that caused the fall."
"Owh, poor Nibbs." Sarah said aloud sorry for what ever telling off he got from Pan.
"It wouldn't have been so bad, if it hadn't of been on Hook's deck in front of everyone. I think we were lucky."
"Ahw, there'll be plenty more times when Pan and Hook, have one of their get togethers. Its bad enough he brings most of the lost boys in! I know they're good fighters, but, Pan has to understand it isn't a game anymore. People are starting to die." Sarah said seriously.
Sarah looked at the young man in front of her, the same age as Pan. His shoulder weren't as wide as Peters, nor was he as fast in fighting as he, but Nav, as he was know, was intelligent and kind hearted. Known as 'Nav' because he became the navigator of the tribe, he could easily be able to work out distances, routes and maps for Peter, faster than anyone had seen. He had never been Peter's favourite person but the pair had become good friends, Peter relied in Nav and Nav relied also on Peter.
"Sarah?"
"Yes?" She smiled.
A faint whistle sounded in the air, signalling that some kind of grouping was needed.
Peter watched the pair, fuming from Sarah's words. He wasn't selfish; he was Pan for God's sake. Ruler of Neverland, saviour to boys and girls. Peter closed his eyes and huffed, as much as he liked Nav, his 'woman' was starting to become a little bit unfaithful to the rules he had. One of the laws stated, 'all must obey and cherish Pan'. Peter didn't see this however in Sarah, but he did see a pretty girl and something he'd like to take claim for himself, before Nav could.
"We better go to the calling."
"Do we have to? It'll just be Peter, ranting on about something, some of the girls swooning, some of the guys arguing. Do you really want to go, when you could stay up here with me?" Sarah finished off her sentence with a smile that held a need.
Nav looked on at Sarah and found his breath caught in his throat and his grin getting larger.
"What in the tree?" He asked.
"Maybe?" Sarah blushed, lowering her face and looking up to him. A sensation of butterflies floated in her stomach.
Sarah shifted from the large branch she sat on, her legs around it. It was amazing how much balance you could learn from living up a tree. Nav joined her on the same large branch taking the same position as Sarah but just opposite. The pair looked at each other smiling. Hands excitedly fumbled around each others bodies resulting in a giggle between them. Nav took her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. Their lips touched lightly and parted gaining more access to each others mouths. A jolt of heat lite up in Sarah's abdomen and Nav could feel his trousers getting tighter by the second. Their kiss had become more intensive and Sarah obeyed to Nav's tongue as it explored the sweetness of her mouth caressing her own tongue. Nav gently stopped the kiss and looked at Sarah who smiled her eyes full of warmth and encouragement. Nav ran a hand up her side and over her chest and pulled the lace that kept the shirt she wore closed. He squeezed one of her breasts gently. Sarah breathed out deeply, her lips parting, one of her hands wrapped round his neck the other wrapped in his dark hair, she tilted her head back and exposed her neck for him. Nav hungrily caressed her soft neck with his lips and tongue.
"There is a meeting NOW."
Sarah and Nav both looked over to the voice. The young man hovered in the air, arms folded tightly.
"We were just coming." Sarah said slightly angrily at the disruption.
"Didn't look like it, don't think he knows how to." Peter replied snidely.
"Oh ha, ha, Peter, listen just gives us a moment, we'll be there in a sec."
"No, I don't think I want you at the meeting any more." Peter said harshly.
"Good because we don't want to be there!" Sarah said forcefully, quickly jumping and climbing to a couple of braches to get down.
"Don't use that kinda tone with me Sarah, you little bitch, you'll have more respect for Pan!" Peter argued, his voice growing louder.
"Peter, hey!" Nav shouted over Peter, trying to calm him down, not showing his anger at his comment. "Were coming now, look!" Nav indicated to himself as he climbed down the tree.
Peter narrowed his eyes as he saw Sarah stalk off, but turned his attention to Nav.
"You're sleeping with a bitch!?" Peter rolled his eyes.
"No I'm not Peter and she's not a bitch, so don't call her that again." Nav looked at Peter with a 'please don't say that' look.'
Both boys knew their comments were friendly but implied some form of truth and anger.
"The meeting?" Peter questioned to Nav as if he was dumb.
"I'm coming I said."
"And Sarah?" Peter said a bit too eagerly, turning his gaze to Nav.
Nav frowned but raised his eye brows and shrugged walking to the meeting.
Peter waited a second after Nav then turned back to where Sarah had run off.
Sarah backed a bit further into the bushes she hid behind when she saw Peter glare. He could see her but she kept starring back. It was only until Peter changed his stare at her into something so nerving that Sarah let out a gasp.
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Present
Sarah took a breath. She sat on the golden sand; her legs crouched up to her chest, more tears escaping her eyes. She wiped her face roughly with her hands and took another deep breath in.
The Neverland Sea flowed onto the beach a couple of meters away from her, the same Neverland breeze as always, blowing stray hairs out of her face. The moon, now high up in the air glowed brightly. A faint silhouette of a little rowing boat bobbed up and down slowly on the waves, obviously waiting for a good catch.
Sarah stood up and straightened out her clothes, wiping her face for a second time. The sea looked tempting to swim into and on many occasions Sarah had tried to swim to escape her pain of Neverland but to no avail. There had always been someone to stop her. Who flew fast and dragged her back to land, punched her senseless and pushed her back to the camp. Sarah knew if she didn't go back there would be hell to pay and all the time she asked him why, he'd never answer.
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"And so I drink to the health of our newest addition to this amazing, fantastic tribe, ladies and Gentlemen; Spring."
Everyone glanced at Katie who smiled cheerily and took a sip of her drink. Lost boys and girls after looking for Pan's approval cheered and everyone smiled again.
"You're calling her 'Spring', but I thought?" Summer frowned, close to Peter.
""Summer, did I speak to you?" Peter quizzed as if reciting a boring monologue, not looking at the girl.
"No." She replied timidly yet confused.
"Well then." He answered still not looking at her.
Tinkerbell flew onto Peter's shoulder and Peter greeted her with a handsome smile making all the lost girls stare jealously at her. Tink whispered something to him, her little smile malicious to the human eye.
"Thanks Tink." Peter purred getting up. "Gentlemen, take over the celebrations here, I'll be back in a moment, I have to get Springs welcome present ready."
Slightly and Nibs looked at each other with a wicked smile. Curly looked down at his feet with an almost a disgraceful look on his features.
Spring smiled at everyone turning to speak with Slightly and Nibs as they took over the festivities.
Tink laughed her head off as she swam in Peter's goblet, obviously alcoholic.
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Sarah started to climb the make shift bamboo ladder to her hut that had once belonged to Nav. Her hand reached for another grip but an ever so soft footstep behind her made her freeze. Recently Peter had not come to see her in a while. Why? She didn't know but just hoped it kept up.
"Sarah."
Sarah turned her head and Peter pulled her off the ladder sending her into his chest. She hoped in that second his own strength of him pulling her off would have knocked him to the ground but his legs held firm, as did he to her.
"Peter." She smiled putting on a little smile, showing a bit of white tooth.
"You see, that's better. Now why couldn't you've do that before when you saw me?" Peter spoke in his 'soft' voice.
"I'm sorry Peter, I must have forgotten. A girl often has lots on her mind you know." Sarah replied in her 'girly' voice although Peter didn't notice the sarcasm tonight.
"Well, you girls are awfully weird sometimes, take Spring for example."
"Spring?"
"Oh yeah, the new girl, I named her 'Spring'" Peter said his grin devilish, wanting to see Sarah's reaction of the name.
"Nice name."
"Your name."
"Not anymore."
"Yeah I know, not good enough for you huh?" Peter took a couple of steps away from her but then turned round. "Oh yeah I forgot, Sarah is the new leader of the tribe, Sarah names everyone, Sarah's queen of fucking Neverland!" Peter's voice grew louder and it nerved Sarah.
"You took everything else I had. You deserve to let me have my own God damn name!" Sarah spoke unaware of her own voice becoming stronger. "She can have 'Spring' it's not my name."
Peter looked at her, not shocked but curiously.
Sarah didn't like this look at all, the look which you couldn't work out.
"Peter what do you want?" She asked frustrated and sad.
"I want you." He said blankly,
"No you don't Peter. You don't want me. Why would you?"
Sarah looked at Peter waiting for his comment but he didn't know what to say for a couple of seconds. His hand reached his brow and wiped the tiny beads of sweat that gathered there. He brushed a hand through his golden locks and sighed to himself.
"It won't happen again, I know it won't." He said almost prayerful.
"It might." Sarah said quickly making Peter narrow his eyes at her.
"You'd like to see it again wouldn't you, you'd like to see me grow up and die!"
"It's not right to stay a child anyway. Look at yourself Peter; you're not a child anymore you haven't been for a long time. You're the fucking eldest of all of them."
"Yeah thanks to you, you fucking bitch."
"And you." Sarah gritted between her teeth.
"What did you say?" Peter asked cocking his head to her, his eyes narrow again.
"Nothing."
Peter bounded up to her and grabbed her neck, holding tight. Sarah gasped for air, pulling with her own hands at his. He didn't lift her off the ground but, held her there, his grasp tightening.
"It won't happen again, you were so battered the last time you'll never be able to conceive again."
These words struck Sarah's heart and hurt it deeply, almost reducing her to tears. Sarah's face contorted into anger and bitterness. After holding his gaze while trying to sustain any breath, she spat with her might in his face. Peter let go to wipe the fluid from his face before rounding on her. Sarah made a desperate attempt at running but Peter was too fast for her, grabbing her and pushing her up against the ladder.
Sarah winced as if dug into her back.
"Don't touch her tonight."
Peter frowned at the abstract comment but understood what Sarah meant.
"It's not your business if I do or I don't."
"It's wrong."
"Ok." Peter said blankly.
Sarah frowned this time.
"Congratulations you've just taken her place, besides the young ones are no fun, they go quiet after a while. But you, Sarah, scream."
(Gets a little bit violent, implies under age sex and deals with implying rape.)
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: again I don't own anything except Sarah and other minor characters.
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Peter looked in her eyes holding his stare, making a point.
Sarah parted her mouth making Peter instinctively look at her dry ruby lips. Sarah wanted to speak but found no words enter her throat. She swallowed back what she thought would be tears, but they didn't want to be cried.
"Good girl." Peter whispered to her this time, close to her face.
He stalked off, a couple of steps before he stopped.
In that brief second, Sarah looked up only to see Peter who had quickly regained his previous stance of facing her, the palm of his hand impacting on her lower cheek. Sarah lost balance from the sheer force of the impact and held her face in pain, anger and sadness in her eyes.
Peter knew by the way she was looking at him she was asking him 'why he did that'. Peter grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to him, sneered and pushed her away.
"That's for not acknowledging me properly." He said in a low threatening voice.
For the second time Peter stalked off to the main camp, this time not returning.
Sarah took a deep breath, her throat tightened and her lips pursed. A flood of silent tears escaped her eyes and her breathing suddenly became harsh. A sob escaped her mouth but she closed her lips to stop any more noise. A drop of blood seeped out the corner of her lip; a copper taste flooded her tongue, nothing new. Sarah spat onto the forest floor, in those three seconds deciding to run. There'd be hell to pay if she never came back but Sarah didn't care anymore. She darted off into the jungle. She knew if she headed right for a hundred metres then left for about seventy, she'd reach a small beach, completely open, filled with golden sand. This was Sarah's place. Where else did she have to go? Night after night Peter would taunt and tease her. Scare and abuse her. A bruise here, a cut there, it didn't matter anymore, not too the lost girls or boys and especially not Peter.
Only one boy would have cared what Peter did, but he was dead.
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Flashback
Peter's eyes locked on the couple sitting high up in the Neverland trees.
A pretty girl, with silky blonde, honey hair smiled and laughed at the boy who sat near her. He told a story, using his hands for emphasis, his chocolate brown eyes, warm and all the time embedding the beauty that sat before him. His dark hair cropped for a clean effect, his skin tanned from the Neverland sun.
"And then what happened?" Sarah's voice asked with excitement.
"And then one by one the lost boys all fell over Pan, he was so mad!"
"I bet he was." Sarah gasped.
"Nibbs got it though; he was the one that caused the fall."
"Owh, poor Nibbs." Sarah said aloud sorry for what ever telling off he got from Pan.
"It wouldn't have been so bad, if it hadn't of been on Hook's deck in front of everyone. I think we were lucky."
"Ahw, there'll be plenty more times when Pan and Hook, have one of their get togethers. Its bad enough he brings most of the lost boys in! I know they're good fighters, but, Pan has to understand it isn't a game anymore. People are starting to die." Sarah said seriously.
Sarah looked at the young man in front of her, the same age as Pan. His shoulder weren't as wide as Peters, nor was he as fast in fighting as he, but Nav, as he was know, was intelligent and kind hearted. Known as 'Nav' because he became the navigator of the tribe, he could easily be able to work out distances, routes and maps for Peter, faster than anyone had seen. He had never been Peter's favourite person but the pair had become good friends, Peter relied in Nav and Nav relied also on Peter.
"Sarah?"
"Yes?" She smiled.
A faint whistle sounded in the air, signalling that some kind of grouping was needed.
Peter watched the pair, fuming from Sarah's words. He wasn't selfish; he was Pan for God's sake. Ruler of Neverland, saviour to boys and girls. Peter closed his eyes and huffed, as much as he liked Nav, his 'woman' was starting to become a little bit unfaithful to the rules he had. One of the laws stated, 'all must obey and cherish Pan'. Peter didn't see this however in Sarah, but he did see a pretty girl and something he'd like to take claim for himself, before Nav could.
"We better go to the calling."
"Do we have to? It'll just be Peter, ranting on about something, some of the girls swooning, some of the guys arguing. Do you really want to go, when you could stay up here with me?" Sarah finished off her sentence with a smile that held a need.
Nav looked on at Sarah and found his breath caught in his throat and his grin getting larger.
"What in the tree?" He asked.
"Maybe?" Sarah blushed, lowering her face and looking up to him. A sensation of butterflies floated in her stomach.
Sarah shifted from the large branch she sat on, her legs around it. It was amazing how much balance you could learn from living up a tree. Nav joined her on the same large branch taking the same position as Sarah but just opposite. The pair looked at each other smiling. Hands excitedly fumbled around each others bodies resulting in a giggle between them. Nav took her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. Their lips touched lightly and parted gaining more access to each others mouths. A jolt of heat lite up in Sarah's abdomen and Nav could feel his trousers getting tighter by the second. Their kiss had become more intensive and Sarah obeyed to Nav's tongue as it explored the sweetness of her mouth caressing her own tongue. Nav gently stopped the kiss and looked at Sarah who smiled her eyes full of warmth and encouragement. Nav ran a hand up her side and over her chest and pulled the lace that kept the shirt she wore closed. He squeezed one of her breasts gently. Sarah breathed out deeply, her lips parting, one of her hands wrapped round his neck the other wrapped in his dark hair, she tilted her head back and exposed her neck for him. Nav hungrily caressed her soft neck with his lips and tongue.
"There is a meeting NOW."
Sarah and Nav both looked over to the voice. The young man hovered in the air, arms folded tightly.
"We were just coming." Sarah said slightly angrily at the disruption.
"Didn't look like it, don't think he knows how to." Peter replied snidely.
"Oh ha, ha, Peter, listen just gives us a moment, we'll be there in a sec."
"No, I don't think I want you at the meeting any more." Peter said harshly.
"Good because we don't want to be there!" Sarah said forcefully, quickly jumping and climbing to a couple of braches to get down.
"Don't use that kinda tone with me Sarah, you little bitch, you'll have more respect for Pan!" Peter argued, his voice growing louder.
"Peter, hey!" Nav shouted over Peter, trying to calm him down, not showing his anger at his comment. "Were coming now, look!" Nav indicated to himself as he climbed down the tree.
Peter narrowed his eyes as he saw Sarah stalk off, but turned his attention to Nav.
"You're sleeping with a bitch!?" Peter rolled his eyes.
"No I'm not Peter and she's not a bitch, so don't call her that again." Nav looked at Peter with a 'please don't say that' look.'
Both boys knew their comments were friendly but implied some form of truth and anger.
"The meeting?" Peter questioned to Nav as if he was dumb.
"I'm coming I said."
"And Sarah?" Peter said a bit too eagerly, turning his gaze to Nav.
Nav frowned but raised his eye brows and shrugged walking to the meeting.
Peter waited a second after Nav then turned back to where Sarah had run off.
Sarah backed a bit further into the bushes she hid behind when she saw Peter glare. He could see her but she kept starring back. It was only until Peter changed his stare at her into something so nerving that Sarah let out a gasp.
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Present
Sarah took a breath. She sat on the golden sand; her legs crouched up to her chest, more tears escaping her eyes. She wiped her face roughly with her hands and took another deep breath in.
The Neverland Sea flowed onto the beach a couple of meters away from her, the same Neverland breeze as always, blowing stray hairs out of her face. The moon, now high up in the air glowed brightly. A faint silhouette of a little rowing boat bobbed up and down slowly on the waves, obviously waiting for a good catch.
Sarah stood up and straightened out her clothes, wiping her face for a second time. The sea looked tempting to swim into and on many occasions Sarah had tried to swim to escape her pain of Neverland but to no avail. There had always been someone to stop her. Who flew fast and dragged her back to land, punched her senseless and pushed her back to the camp. Sarah knew if she didn't go back there would be hell to pay and all the time she asked him why, he'd never answer.
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"And so I drink to the health of our newest addition to this amazing, fantastic tribe, ladies and Gentlemen; Spring."
Everyone glanced at Katie who smiled cheerily and took a sip of her drink. Lost boys and girls after looking for Pan's approval cheered and everyone smiled again.
"You're calling her 'Spring', but I thought?" Summer frowned, close to Peter.
""Summer, did I speak to you?" Peter quizzed as if reciting a boring monologue, not looking at the girl.
"No." She replied timidly yet confused.
"Well then." He answered still not looking at her.
Tinkerbell flew onto Peter's shoulder and Peter greeted her with a handsome smile making all the lost girls stare jealously at her. Tink whispered something to him, her little smile malicious to the human eye.
"Thanks Tink." Peter purred getting up. "Gentlemen, take over the celebrations here, I'll be back in a moment, I have to get Springs welcome present ready."
Slightly and Nibs looked at each other with a wicked smile. Curly looked down at his feet with an almost a disgraceful look on his features.
Spring smiled at everyone turning to speak with Slightly and Nibs as they took over the festivities.
Tink laughed her head off as she swam in Peter's goblet, obviously alcoholic.
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Sarah started to climb the make shift bamboo ladder to her hut that had once belonged to Nav. Her hand reached for another grip but an ever so soft footstep behind her made her freeze. Recently Peter had not come to see her in a while. Why? She didn't know but just hoped it kept up.
"Sarah."
Sarah turned her head and Peter pulled her off the ladder sending her into his chest. She hoped in that second his own strength of him pulling her off would have knocked him to the ground but his legs held firm, as did he to her.
"Peter." She smiled putting on a little smile, showing a bit of white tooth.
"You see, that's better. Now why couldn't you've do that before when you saw me?" Peter spoke in his 'soft' voice.
"I'm sorry Peter, I must have forgotten. A girl often has lots on her mind you know." Sarah replied in her 'girly' voice although Peter didn't notice the sarcasm tonight.
"Well, you girls are awfully weird sometimes, take Spring for example."
"Spring?"
"Oh yeah, the new girl, I named her 'Spring'" Peter said his grin devilish, wanting to see Sarah's reaction of the name.
"Nice name."
"Your name."
"Not anymore."
"Yeah I know, not good enough for you huh?" Peter took a couple of steps away from her but then turned round. "Oh yeah I forgot, Sarah is the new leader of the tribe, Sarah names everyone, Sarah's queen of fucking Neverland!" Peter's voice grew louder and it nerved Sarah.
"You took everything else I had. You deserve to let me have my own God damn name!" Sarah spoke unaware of her own voice becoming stronger. "She can have 'Spring' it's not my name."
Peter looked at her, not shocked but curiously.
Sarah didn't like this look at all, the look which you couldn't work out.
"Peter what do you want?" She asked frustrated and sad.
"I want you." He said blankly,
"No you don't Peter. You don't want me. Why would you?"
Sarah looked at Peter waiting for his comment but he didn't know what to say for a couple of seconds. His hand reached his brow and wiped the tiny beads of sweat that gathered there. He brushed a hand through his golden locks and sighed to himself.
"It won't happen again, I know it won't." He said almost prayerful.
"It might." Sarah said quickly making Peter narrow his eyes at her.
"You'd like to see it again wouldn't you, you'd like to see me grow up and die!"
"It's not right to stay a child anyway. Look at yourself Peter; you're not a child anymore you haven't been for a long time. You're the fucking eldest of all of them."
"Yeah thanks to you, you fucking bitch."
"And you." Sarah gritted between her teeth.
"What did you say?" Peter asked cocking his head to her, his eyes narrow again.
"Nothing."
Peter bounded up to her and grabbed her neck, holding tight. Sarah gasped for air, pulling with her own hands at his. He didn't lift her off the ground but, held her there, his grasp tightening.
"It won't happen again, you were so battered the last time you'll never be able to conceive again."
These words struck Sarah's heart and hurt it deeply, almost reducing her to tears. Sarah's face contorted into anger and bitterness. After holding his gaze while trying to sustain any breath, she spat with her might in his face. Peter let go to wipe the fluid from his face before rounding on her. Sarah made a desperate attempt at running but Peter was too fast for her, grabbing her and pushing her up against the ladder.
Sarah winced as if dug into her back.
"Don't touch her tonight."
Peter frowned at the abstract comment but understood what Sarah meant.
"It's not your business if I do or I don't."
"It's wrong."
"Ok." Peter said blankly.
Sarah frowned this time.
"Congratulations you've just taken her place, besides the young ones are no fun, they go quiet after a while. But you, Sarah, scream."