Susan's Untold Story
Summary: The Pevensie children's father always left one child out
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A/N: PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! All comments welcome. Told from Susan's POV
I watched from the living room window as my younger sister, Lucy ran out the front door to greet him. I watched with a stomach jerk as Lucy ran into his arms and he span her around. I tried not to glare as I watched him be the loving father to Lucy.
I had watched him be a loving father to by other three siblings, while I was thrown aside. Never receiving any love. For he was my father, not that I would have ever believed it.
When I was young I had wondered what I had done wrong, because I was always cast aside. I always knew that the bruises and scars would eventually fade but the memories never did.
I knew my mother loved me but she was never able to show it. She was never able to hug or kiss me goodnight. Always to the other, but never to me. And it was because of him.
He would always make sure my mother held back on me. One threatening look and she would melt. She looked me in her own way, but she always kept her distance.
I had felt so alone as a child. I would stay up half the night and cry. But…there was one person who I knew would never desert me.
Peter. He wasn't afraid of father. He never held back. I remember when I was six; I used to sneak into this room during the night, wanting comfort and protection. And he would never hold back.
It wasn't until I was a little older had I stopped looking for love and protection from Peter. For my father had turned so cruel and cold towards me that I had to learn to block any affection that came my way, just so if that person hurt me I wouldn't have my heart broken. I had to learn to fight, to build a protection that nobody could get through.
Then father was sent away to the war. I had felt sadness. Not for him, but for Peter, Edmund and Lucy. He was a father to them and I respected my brothers and sister above all the people in my life.
I had only been when my father had gone, did mother start showing her love to me. I could see she wanted to hold me, to make up for 13 lost years. But it had been me to keep the distance this time.
Then we had all tumbled through the wardrobe and Edmund had got himself taken hostage by the White Witch. It had only been then that my protection started to crake a little.
It was only when Edmund's head laid in my lap and he was fighting for his life did I fell my protection barrier fade and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. I had once again tasted that hurt that had haunted me for so many years.
However, Edmund didn't die and the four of us were made Kings and Queens of Narnia. Soon our past lives became nothing more then a few blurred memories. I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders and I had started to yearn for the love of Narnia. I was free and with the three people I loved more then anything in all the worlds.
But this Paradise was soon gone when we had made the terrible quest to follow the White Stag and be had ended up falling back through the wardrobe. Back to the world of war, bombs and heartache.