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Chapter 9: Not Over Yet

I followed my father and Smee back to the Jolly Roger, where the crew cheered our return. I sat back watching them laugh and drink, relishing in the joys of being alive. I would have celebrated too if I felt like there was anything I should celebrate for. Escaping Pan? I failed, Felix found me ten minutes later. Escaping Felix? Well, I didn't exactly do that either. I had to be saved by my father, because I didn't know how to protect myself.

A loud cough interrupted my thoughts. I glanced up to see my father was standing in front of me.

"You should go to sleep, you've had a trying day." He said, concerned.

I hadn't even realized it was getting late again. Time was so weird here.

I was going to protest but what was the point? I 'was' tried. I missed lying in my comfy bed, rocked to sleep by the waves of the ocean.

I nodded and stood up, making my way below deck. "Mya-" I turned around, I noticed my father was struggling for words. "I never meant for this to happen."

"I know." I gave him a small smile and headed to my room.

He explained to me the deal with Pan, and how I wasn't supposed to be part of it until Peter made it so. Deep down I knew he wouldn't trade me for a poisonous plant, a slim chance at revenge, but the fact I even thought that he might have for just a second, worried me. I tried not to think about it as I changed into my nightgown and sprawled onto my bed. The sheets hadn't been made, obviously. I lay my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, attempting to fall asleep.

I was so close to drifting off when I heard a loud thud coming from the deck. I stood up in my nightgown and opened the door slightly, listening in on the conversation.

"What do you want?" I heard my father ask, his voice was anything but kind.

"Oh I think we both know the answer to that, captain." My eyes widened as I heard the second voice, and recognized its owner. "You have something that belongs to me." So… now I'm an object. And I 'belong' to someone. Good to know.

"She's my daughter, Pan. And you took her without my consent." My father argued.

"We had a deal. She was your end of the bargain." Peter explained. "You can't back out now."

"Yes, I can." My father insisted. "Here," I heard something fall to the ground, "take the dreamshade back, I don't want it if my daughter is the price I must pay for it."

"You sure about that? I think we both know revenge means a lot to you." Peter paused, "maybe even more than your daughter." I couldn't see him, but I could very well imagine a smirk plastered on his face right now.

My father scoffed. "I can find another way to get my revenge. A way that doesn't include Mya."

"Perhaps." Peter said. "But just remember the last time you didn't listen to me. And who paid the price." Wait, what?

I wondered what Peter meant by that but I didn't even have chance to contemplate it since half a second later I heard footsteps descending the stairs. I quickly jumped into bed, pretending to be asleep.

The door creaked open. "Goodnight, Mya." My father's voice spoke gently, before the door closed again. I sighed. Everything I just witnessed was sinking in. I was going to have a hard time falling asleep tonight.

The next day was pretty boring, I sat in my room twirling my thumbs and came out twice... to eat. My father had most of the crew out to search for a way off this island. Felix's words kept popping up in my brain 'there is no leaving Neverland without Pan's permission. Neither you nor your father are going anywhere'. I seriously hoped he was mistaken, or this wouldn't end well for us.

As I sat down with my father for dinner, I contemplated whether or not I should confront him on his conversation with Pan, but he would have probably find a way to turn this around and blame me for something… like having a too acute sense of hearing, so I decided on not.

It was a really quiet and awkward dinner, as we didn't have much to talk about. When I was done, I hurried back to my room and shut the door behind me. I lightened a candle, before I bumped into anything, and jumped back in surprise as I saw a figure lying casually on my bed.

"Peter!" I gasped, startled. "You scared me." I managed to say, catching my breath.

"Ah, forgive me. That wasn't my intention." He said, sitting up.

"Yes... it was." I retorted, once I stabilized myself. "Or you would have knocked."

"Would you have let me in?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...No." I admitted.

"Then you see my point." He told me, standing up and heading towards me.

"What do you want?" I asked cautiously, backing away as he neared me.

"I just want to talk." He said, and stopped trying to reach me. Therefore, I stopped backing away too… also because I had reached a wall.

"I don't think we have much to talk about." I pointed out.

"I know you heard the conversation I had with your father." This statement caught me off guard. How did he know about that?

"So?" I raised my eyebrows, feigning disinterest. "He made it clear that he didn't trade me for a stupid plant, which proves you lied to me. More than once." I actually felt betrayed by him, but shrugged that feeling away.

"I didn't want to lie to you. But it was the only way." He sounded so truthful I wanted to believe every word he said. But I knew I couldn't.

"The only way?" I repeated.

"Yes. The only way to show you where you really belong: with us. With me." It was seriously frustrating me that he wasn't using his cocky tone of voice. I felt much more at ease than when he spoke to me like this. It made me uncomfortable. "Besides, I'm not the only one who has lied to you. Why don't you ask your dear father what happened the last time he came here?"

"I don't care." I lied.

"Your lying skills haven't improved."

I groaned. "First of all, I'm not lying. And second, I AM AN EXCELLENT LIAR!"

"If you say so." He looked amused, the asshole. "But I bet we could teach you how to become an even better liar."

"I don't think that's possible..." I considered, "and you should probably give up on the whole 'me being a lost girl' thing."

"And why is that?"

"Because, I'm not a lost girl."

"Really? So you mean to tell me you'd rather live here," he looked around my room in disgust, "than in Neverland?"

"...Yes." Duh.

"All right. But soon you'll realize this isn't enough for you. And you'll come crawling back," he pointed at himself, "to me." His typical smirk had vanished and he actually looked serious. How could he be so sure I wanted to go back?

"I wouldn't hold my breath." I said coldly. I would never go back. I tried so hard to leave. And I succeeded. ...I think.

He smirked. "This isn't over yet, Mya." And with that, he disappeared. Poof.

As I looked around the now-empty room, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

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