Peter Pan
A Young Boy No More
Disclaimer: I am NOT male and the last time someone cared to check SIR James Matthew Barrie was… whether you take their word for it or not…
Author's Notes: OK! Special shout out to Luna32 and Simply Marvy! Thanks so much! You guys who review are the best! The rest of you, slap to the wrist, shame on you! It doesn't take that long to review!
Chapter 4- Telephone Calls, Plans, and a Cold NightThat night Miss Daisy came home with us. She and daddy sat down in the living room and began watching some stupid romance movie. I normally would have enjoyed it.
But little Miss Daisy seemed to think that being in the dark meant that little kisses and such would go unnoticed. I thought that I would either throw up on her or beat her to death.
Plus every time I tried to leave the room she would look up from her kisses to daddy and ask me where I thought I was going. Sitting and watching this was my punishment for not eating any dinner.
And was I headed into the kitchen? At seven o'clock at night?
Heaven forbid!
I got up to leave again. I was going to get out of here before I was sent to a child care facility. I meant it. I was about to claw her to death.
"Where are you going, Jessica, darling?" Miss Daisy asked sweetly.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"You have five minutes. I want to see you back here, I'm timing you."
"Dad!" I gasped. "She's timing me in the bathroom! That's just WRONG!"
"Oh, daddy, the world is unfair. Fix it for me." Miss Daisy said mimicking me. She had these stupid puppy dog eyes.
Ooooh, I was gonna kill her! "Daddy!"
"Daddy!" she copied me.
"Ahhhh!" I screamed.
"Jessica, if you have to go to the bathroom then go. But I expect you to come and sit this out." My father said.
How dare he side with her! That was it. I was gonna show them.
"Miss Daisy. I don't feel so well. I think I'm running a fever."
"Oh, come here, baby."
Baby? Grrr, she was gonna get it!
She put her hand up to my forehead. I smiled weakly and tried to look as sick as possible. It wasn't that hard… imagine that!
"I don't know, but my hands are warm." She put her cheek to my forehead.
I made myself thing of all that happened today. Her taking my chin and demanding I call her Miss Daisy, her ordering my food, it was FISH, her coming home with us, her kissing daddy, her timing me in the BATHROOM, her TOUCHING me. I could taste the bile again instantly.
But instead of swallowing it, this time I let it rush out of my mouth, all over little Miss Daisy's new yellow dress. I fought for my breath as my last meal (lunch with the Nickelsons) came up and permanently stained her dress.
Gasping for breath I starred at my masterpiece. Standing before me was a very distressed and grossed out Miss Daisy. Her blonde hair and yellow dress were covered in chunks of Spaghetti-O's. I tried not to smile as I noticed that I had also managed to get some on her pretty little shoes.
"Ohmigosh!" I muttered pretending to be horrified. "I-I…"
I gave what I hoped to be an involuntary dry heave and watched with satisfaction as Miss Daisy backed away quickly.
"Daddy," I whispered closing my eyes to stop myself from seeing her face and burst out laughing at the sight of her.
"Jessica, Jess are you OK?" He stood up instantly and was by my side.
This seemed to make Miss Daisy mad. "Don't baby her, Charles!"
"I'm not babying her. She's sick." He said firmly. "Jess, go upstairs and wash up. Then you can go to bed. I'll be up to check on you later."
I nodded. Score! Jessica Liteman, one. Miss Daisy Flare, too many to count… but I was catching up! I was bound and determined to make her life a living hell. She would pay the price for those kisses.
She was going to leave this house kicking and screaming. I guarantee it.
Walking up the stairs to my room I hear Miss Daisy and daddy talking. Miss Daisy's voice was loud and angry. I smiled.
But as her voice drifted up to me my smile left my face. "I don't care if she is sick! Young ladies do NOT vomit on their role models. I think she should be punished."
"Daisy, don't you think that's a little harsh? I mean she's sick. I'm sure she didn't mean to."
You go Dad! I thought.
"She did NOT do that on accident! Didn't you see her smile of pleasure?"
"No. I say her pale face looking rather green." My father said. "Listen, Daisy. I really like you. Maybe you should go home and take a shower, get yourself cleaned up and we can go somewhere tomorrow."
She didn't sound happy. "All right, darling. I'll see you tomorrow. At noon? I'll stop by."
I was planning to be long gone by then. I stepped into my bathroom and took my shower. The water was refreshing and seemed to wash away the poison Miss Daisy seemed to leave behind.
I climbed into bed as daddy knocked on my door. I quickly put on a sick face and said, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Pumpkin." He opened the door and stepped in. Walking over to my bed he asked, "Are you all right?"
I nodded. "I think it was the fish I had for supper, daddy."
"I'm sorry, baby. I should have told Daisy that you don't like fish."
I just stared at him.
He looked back at me and said, "I'm not sure what it was, but you and Daisy didn't seem to get along. I'm sure you'll like each other tomorrow. Please try to get to know her, Jess. She really is a nice woman."
I snorted.
"Jessica." My father said. "I told Daisy off for calling you rude. Don't prove me wrong."
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just don't feel good." He wouldn't understand if I told him the truth anyway.
"Goodnight, Pumpkin. Hope you feel better in the morning." He kissed me on the forehead and left my room.
As soon as he turned off the light and shut the door I flicked on my flashlight. I reached underneath my bed and felt for the telephone I knew was there. I had a phone jack in my room and one day with my allowance I had bought a phone. OK, so I had to save up for a while, but dad never found out.
I also pulled out a bag of pretzels and sour candy. I needed to eat! I mean my last meal was now all over Miss Daisy, and no longer in my stomach.
I dialed Tonya's phone number. The time was seven forty-five. Nervousness began to gnaw on my empty stomach as the phone on the other end began to ring. If Tonya didn't answer than I was sure to get into trouble with her parents.
Some one picked up and relief flooded through me as I recognized Tonya's voice. "Hello?"
"Hey, Tonya. It's me, Jess. We have a MAJOR mission ahead of us. You up for the ultimate challenge?" I whispered so my father wouldn't hear me.
"What's her name?" Tonya asked completely serious.
"Miss Daisy Flare." I replied.
"Miss?" Tonya sounded both surprised and horrified at the same time.
"Yeah, and this one has my dad wrapped around her newly manicured little finger!" I replied grimly.
"So it's gonna be a little harder that before to get rid of her."
Had Tonya been standing before me I would have just stared at her. As it was we were speaking over the phone.
"A little?" I asked as I began to describe to her how hellish my day had been.
At the end of my tale Tonya said, "That's bad, Jess. Especially if your dad likes her so much."
"What're we going to do?" I asked desperately.
"I don't know, but that bit about you throwing up on her was hilarious." Tonya said.
"It wasn't baby-ish?" I asked surprised.
"No," she said with a laugh. "It was sneaky. Our whole plan should be set up that way! We have to find good ways to pit your dad against her while driving her insane! When's the next time you'll see her?"
"Tomorrow at noon." I replied.
"Ask your dad tomorrow if I can come over." Tonya said. "I mean it shouldn't bother Miss Daisy because she just loves children."
I laughed. "OK, see you tomorrow at eleven thirty, Tonya."
I hung up the phone feeling better about today. Miss Daisy most definitely spoiled it, but my secret rebellion made the day bearable.
I stuffed everything back under my large four poster bed and curled up in the middle. I turned off the flashlight and closed my eyes waiting for sleep to take over my consciousness.
During the night I felt a cold chill come over me, as if someone had opened my window. I rolled over and pulled the covers over my ears. I was instantly engulfed by sleep once more...
Until I felt a breeze across my face. Opening one lazy eye slowly I couldn't tell what was before me at first. It looked like a large lump of blankets and pillows…
Until it blinked. And then I noticed that it was BREATHING on me. I would have screamed as it's brilliant green eyes blinked at me once more, but I was frozen out of terror.
I reached out with a hand to touch what ever it was in front of me. A cold hand met mine halfway. I shivered at its touch.
"W-who who are you?" I asked.
I didn't get a reply.
I could hear the person's teeth chattering. I wrapped my fingers around theirs. Again I shivered at the person's touch, but this time it wasn't because he was cold.
Finally able to move again I took my covers in my free hand and threw them over the person beside me. I didn't know who it was, but I had an idea. He was closer to my lamp, so I'd just have to wait until morning to check.
Closing my eyes once more I heard a faint tinkle coming from the other side of the mysterious person. I fell asleep smiling once more.
Author's Notes: OK that was a good chapter! I really like it! Guys, please I don't want ANY sick comments about the last bit. They're TWELVE for god's sake! OK. Now you can review! By the way, is this long enough and not too boring, Luna?