As they walked the tallest lost boy introduced himself as Max. The prison was surprisingly unguarded like they hadn't expected Briar to escape. When they finally got outside Briar was surprised to see a pretty blond girl outside. She reached for her dagger and realized it wasn't there. A rage washed over her she never wanted someone hurt so much. She wanted to hurt Peter like he hurt her. Not physical but in the heart. It felt like he had beaten her heart with an aluminum bat. Briar hadn't left Ferryport ever; she was half everafter she could never leave. Ferryport was a war zone no humans and the everafter kids fought in the war no one was really happy enough to have fun. Sammy was mature Robin was immature.
Being alone sucked and when Briar made a friend she loved them with all her heart but Peter was never really her friend was he? No she decided he had wanted her dead. Briar hadn't ever really done anything to anyone but have the last name Grimm.
"Who are you?" Briar asked her fist shaking.
"Tinkerbelle." The girl said. She had short blond hair warm brown eyes.
"Why did you guys help me?" Briar said.
"You have trusting issues. I'm just guessing that you wanted Peter to give you a thimble?" Tinkerbelle said.
"What is a thimble?" Briar demanded. She had a feeling she wouldn't like what she said.
"A kiss."
"I would rather fall off a cliff and be mauled by a bear."
"Whatever you say." Tinkerbelle said in an odd way like she was a much older woman, much wiser, like she had lived life.
What do you think I don't own anything?
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