A/N I probably won't be working on my RotG stories for a while. I want to get this chapter and another story up and running. Hopefully, school won't give us a hard time of homework so I can write more for my fans. Man, I really hate school. Happy New Years!

Dawn POV (Might stick this way for the rest of the story)

For some reason, I felt a strong longing for Peter since he saved me. The words I trust you repeated in my head over and over whenever he came into my thoughts. I'm still not sure if he even is the boy from my dreams. And what the hell did he mean by 'take me away'?

That evening, Dad came home late again and got drunk. He talked on the phone most of time while I cooked. I quickly ate my dinner and then gave Dad his. He was laughing like a lunatic on the phone and was still laughing when he sat down in the den.

"So... what was the joke about?" I asked. Dad looked up.

"We were talking about your mother and I back then," he said with a mouth full of food. Honestly, where the hell are his manners? The minute he said he was talking about my mum, anger began to boil up. "About what?"

"When she died and how much you look like her and what a slut she was-" he said, still blabbering about. That's it. I have had enough. The next thing I knew, I was shouting the things I have been dying to say for a while.

"MY MOM IS NOT A SLUT! SHE WAS A CARING AND WONDERFUL WOMAN WHO LOVED US DEARLY! YOU LOVED HER, FATHER, AND NOW YOUR SAYING SHE'S A SLUT?! WHY, I DON'T EVEN THINK YOU EVEN HAD LOVE FOR ME OR MUM, YOU MONSTER!"

I stood there, my hands balled into fist and tears streaming down my face. My dad just sat there, looking shocked. The next thing I know, my cheek stings and arms are bruised.

"How there you say those things to me, you ungrateful child. I never loved you. I never even wanted you. I wanted a son, someone like me, but no, YOU came instead. Your nothing but a slut just like Maria!" my dad shouted.

He pushed me to the floor and kicked me in the back, causing me to scream in pain. "PETER!" escaped from my lips before I can stop it.

"No loves you, no one ever will, not even this Peter you speak of," Dad growls.

Swiftly, I kicked his legs out from under him and ran to my room. I locked it and placed a chair under the handle.

I ran to my bed and cried. From the pain and from what that monster just said. "Peter, I need you," I whisper. A gust of wind blows my window open and I look up.

I stand and walk to it. I gasped. Standing by the railing was Peter himself. He was dressed differently. What surprised me was now he looked exactly like the boy from my dream. "It's you," I said. Peter nods.

"I told you I come for you," he said with a smirk. I run into his arms and we embrace. Soft tears flow down my cheek. I was safe.

I break away from Peter's hug and stare into his eyes. He wipes my tears away and gives me a smile. "How did you know?" I asked.

Peter's face became serious. "I was around when I walked past your house and heard you shouting. I peeked in through the window just as your father smacked and started beating you. You have no idea how mad I was. And yes, I remember my vow," he said.

"I'm coming with you?" I asked. Peter nods. Just then, my dad started pounding on the door, shouting for me to unlock to door or he's going to break it. "Try it old man," I shout. I hear BAM, BAM, BAM and the sound of wood breaking. He's breaking the door.

Panic fills me. I turn to Peter, who was now crouched on the rail, perfectly balanced. He holds out his hand and I hesitate. "Hurry," he whispers. "What are we going to do?" I asked, taking his hand. The door is close to breaking.

"You'll see. Do you trust me?" Peter asked. I nod. "I trust you with my life, Peter," I say.

"Good, now forgive me when I do this," he whispers. I was about to question when Peter pressed his lips on mine. He pulls back after two seconds, leaving me in a daze, just as the door breaks down and lands with a thud on the ground.

My dad stands at the front like a psycho killer look on his face. "There you are you little bitch," he says as he run to me.

"Jump!" Peter shouts yanking my arm. I didn't even realize he had pulled me up onto the rail. I jump, but my feet don't touch the ground. Instead, I find myself with Peter's arms around my waist, flying!

"Hold on, Dawn," he says as we began to fly forward into the night. "Where are we going?" I asked over the roar of the wind.

"The old fencing academy that closed down decades ago. There is a portal to a different world where you'll be safe," he answers. As said, we are directly overhead the academy.

I gasped at how high we are and I cling to Peter. He chuckles as we land on the catwalk just outside a door. Peter opens it for me and leads me down the wooden steps.

"This is where I used to live decades ago before me and my crew traveled to a different world. The very world that you visit in your dreams," Peter says, standing next to a large wooden table. Sitting on top of it was a black bag. As I move closer, he opens the bag, revealing a clear orb a little bit smaller than a basketball.

Peter pulls out a dagger from his belt (which was hidden by his jacket) and taps the orb. Images formed inside... familiar images. "That's from my dream! I've been there before!" I exclaimed, pointing at the orb. Peter laughs and takes my hand. I blush and I look at Peter.

"You might want to hold on," he said. He raised his dagger high and stabbed the orb hard. There was a flash of golden light and then everything went black.

I awoke to someone shaking me. I was lying flat on the ground, on my back, Peter leaning over, grinning. "Dawn, come on, get up. We're here," he said. He helped me sit up. My jaw dropped when I saw where we were.

Tall white and gray trees that reached the sky, the sky was clear and beautiful. We were standing on what looked like pillars of rocks the were tightly packed together is different forms and sizes. Other than that, I remember it so well. And I wasn't dreaming. I closed my mouth and stood, walking over to touch a tree. The bark was smooth and cool. In my dream, I would go through them.

"Peter, where are we exactly?" I asked, turning to Peter. But I didn't see him. "Peter?" I whisper-called. I felt two arms wrap around my waist, making me flinch. I didn't have to turn to see it was Peter.

"This is Neverland, a place where you never age," he says. I smile and Peter tightens his grip on me a little. Then Peter leans in and whispers the words that I've dying to here from years.

"Welcome home, Dawn."

Q/A

Q: Why did Peter tell Dawn that she was home in Neverland?