Chapter 9:
APOV
Everything burned, I need air, and I need it to stop, now. James's was still kissing me, the stupid, fat, pervert.
"Stop!" I moaned; I need it to stop. But, I couldn't make him, he was holding me down. It hurt, everywhere hurt. But he didn't.
"I love you Annabelle" he whispered, as he let me breathe, but then he plunged back into the forceful kiss.
I don't know how long passed, it seemed like hours, and then I heard the voice, the sweet voice ringing.
"Get off of my wife." Peter whispered venom in his voice. James let me go, shoving me against the wooden edge.
"Happy? You get everything Peter Pan. You get Neverland, you get the fans, the girl, but not right now, no. Right now, she's mine. I don't care what you do, she's mine." He spit. But meanwhile I was getting up.
"I'M NOT AN ANIMAL! I'M NOT PROPERTY! NOBODY OWNS ME! I'M A HUMAN BEING!" I screamed, tears striping my dirty, bloody face. "NOBODY OWNS ME! NOBODY OWNS ME!" I was sobbing now, "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, I'M NOBODY'S!" I knew I looked horrible, my eyes were wild and I was covered in blood. I knew that I looked scary, but I didn't care. Peter and James had stopped fighting to stare at me. James reached me first.
"Annabelle, it's okay. I would never think of you as property." He whispered in my ear, stroking my hair.
"Get off me!" I hissed, slapping his hand away from me. He looked like he had been hit.
"Annabelle" he whispered my name, and then he kissed me yet again. This time I wasn't defenseless. I used my knees to kick his crotch.
"When I ask you to get off me; I mean to get off me." I hissed "You don't own me, nobody does. I'm a bird, flying in and out of your life. But soon, I'll stop, and you'll no longer hear my sweet melody." I got up, and looked away from everybody. James looked at me with dejected look.
"I thought that it would work out between us." I laughed out loud.
"Me and you, really? All you've done is forced me to do things I don't want to. Peter has let me do whatever I want. And that's why I chose him, because he let me do my own thing." I whispered, "That's why I love him." James looked like a dejected puppy, but I looked behind the mask, and saw the real person he was; a horrible, dirty boy; who would always be to grown-up for me.
He looked up at me with those forget-me-not blue eyes. "If I can't have you, nobody can." And with that he bared his teeth and lunged, with my dagger in his outstretched arm. I cringed and waited for the impact, it never came. I opened one eyes and saw Peter, standing above a dead James. James' eyes open in shock and fear. A red liquid bubbled up from his chest. That was it, it was all over, and to my surprise, I started to cry harder. I didn't want anybody to die, even James.
"My son, my only son!" Captain Hook blubbered. "You will die!" He yelled at Peter. But then fell silent when he heard the tick-tock of the alligator. We all took an involuntary gasp at the same time; because the Captain had been pushed overboard, by none other than Smee. Cheers erupted from the pirates, Indians, and Lost Children. Everybody buy me. I was not only a mess, but an emotional mess. Peter walked over and wraped me into a hug.
"It's all over sweet heart. It's all over." And then he kissed me, without being afraid I would be taken away.
~Later
When we were all off the pirate ship, leaving Captain Smee and his pirates, I wasn't crying anymore. I was eating an early morning breakfast with all my friends. And we were all laughing, and playing, and congratulating each other, even me, the reason for the war. And Peter, he was happier than I've ever seen before. And when he was happy, so was I. We were all happy, getting fat, and at peace.
You see, the pirates and Peter had formed a treaty (to my suggestion anyway) to where if they didn't touch us, we didn't touch them. Smee was more than happy to sign, making each of his men sign, and if they refused, they went to ol' Tick Tock. Nobody refused.
"So, when do you want to get married?" Peter asked, taking a chug of wine. I laughed, taking a sip of my water.
"I don't know, when do you want to?"
"Next Friday!"
So we were wed on Friday afternoon in the setting sun. I was dressed in a fairy made dress, with a fairy crystal necklace and tiara. The mermaids had been all over me, so now the blue was out of my hair, and somehow they'd made it grow, even longer than before, and they'd styled it in some complicated, but pretty, bun. Peter was wearing his usual outfit, but with a simple flower.
Neither father, nor mother ever did get to walk me down the isle, as I'd always dreamed of when I was in the orphanage. But now I was walking down the isle by myself, everybody gasping at the beauty walking towards Peter. I had exactly 5 bridesmaids. My 3 daughters, Tigerlily, and Ariel, we were by the ocean, so it was possible. Peter had 8 best men, his 7 sons and Moonshine.
It was exactly the wedding I imagined, beautiful, and magical. I was bursting with happiness and somewhere, I knew that my family was beaming with pride.
It's the perfect ending to the perfect fairytale, and somehow I was involved in it. And I couldn't be happier.
Then I remembered something about Peter, that I'd read in Peter Pan.
"Peter," I whispered while the fairies read our vow, "Who have you been fighting for the past 5 generations?" He looked at me with a blank look.
"I don't know." I giggled.
"Captain Hook? James? Ring a bell?" He gave me another blank look.
"No, Captain Hook who?" And then I laughed, our future looked bright.
Author's Note: This is the almost end. I thought it was a happy ending, with Peter and Annabelle finally getting married without being worried about James coming in and taking her. I will be making an epilogue, so I'm planning on posting it today. I hope that you decided to review, and even more, I want you guys to answer my poll. I want to write, but I want everybody to be happy with what I write.
Well, look for the last 'chapter'. Toodles! Ella's Out