Hello! So this is quiet a short chapter but it gives the first bit of insight into Hook and I hope you like it!

Thank you to Abbl2 for reviewing, I very much appreciate it! (yes I am also a huge Peter pan fan, well spotted xD)

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Chapter 2

"Here, drink this." Annie encouraged, handing James a glass of water but he groaned and knocked her hand away causing the glass to fly out of her hands and smash. Annie stood up in shock and clasped her shawl around her tightly, he scared her when he was like this – he did not know his own strength.

"James please." She said quietly, struggling to keep her voice from shaking. He opened his eyes.

"Annie?" He asked, turning his head sharply. He had not been this drunk in a long time, every movement hurt, his very bones ached and his mind hurt most of all. Alcohol may dull your senses but it only sharpens your memories, the trouble was that James didn't want to remember.

"Annie." He moaned and then his head dropped forwards, she squealed in momentary panic before the rise and fall of his chest told her he was asleep.

Sighing she knelt down beside the chair he was sprawled over and took his hand.

She could do nothing but watch as his brow creased and he clutched the arm of the chair, locked within the prison of him memories.

"I'm here." She whispered but he was beyond her reach.

Deep within his nightmares James was a boy again...

"Mother?" He called, running down the stairs two at a time. She'd called him and she hadn't sounded happy, he swallowed nervously before walking into the kitchen.

"Y-you called me?" He stuttered, his parents were sat at the table, they both turned to stare as he came in.

"Damn right." His Father grunted, James's heart began to race – what had he done wrong?

"You told some good-for-nothing schoolteacher that I gave you that bruise on yer cheek, didn't you?" His Mother demanded, getting up from the table and squinting down at her terrified son.

"N-no I -"

"DIDN'T YOU?" She screamed, seizing him by the front of his shirt and lifting him til he was at her eye level. James couldn't breathe, he had only been telling the truth.

"Okay! I did tell her that but -"

*crack*

The sound of the slap echoed around the kitchen and the force of the blow knocked James to the floor.

Annie watched in concern as James jerked away from something she couldn't see.

"No Mother, I didn't!" He shouted suddenly making her jump.

"Shh. Shh my darling, I'm here." She soothed him, stroking his cheek but he flinched away from her touch.

His cheek burned where his Mother had struck him, he lay huddled on the kitchen floor as she leaned casually against the table.

"Don't you go telling your rotten lies anymore." She warned him with a sneer.

James didn't reply, he couldn't. She looked at his father and left the room. James raised his eyes to see his father watching him.

"Get up." He ordered and James slowly got to his feet, he could feel himself shaking as his father stood also, towering over his son.

"You just gonna let your mother push you around like that?" His father said scornfully.

"I -" James got no further before he was pushed with enough force to slam him into the wall.

His father dusted off his hands and walked to the door, turning to smirk at his son.

"What kind of man are you?"

"NO!" James screamed, his eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright, panting. The room slid in and out of focus.

"James?" He heard his name as if it had been said from across a crowded room but eventually his addled mind traced the voice back to Annie. Annie...

Sure enough it was her face that swam in front of him, her hand in his, her beautiful eyes fixed on him in concern. His Annie.

"Don't leave." He said. She smiled,

"I won't."

She could feel him shaking, see the fear in his eyes. She squeezed his hand.

"I'm here."