REQUEST: Omg pls tell me you're doing a part 3 of mine!
A/N: PT. 1, PT. 2
FANDOM: OUAT
PAIRING: Pan x Reader
RATING: T, domestic violence, and the romantization of it
TITLE: Mine PT. 3
WORD COUNT: 391
You were laying in your bed, crying. You'd been home about a week now, and your mother had punished you for your absence the whole week. Your entire body was hurting from the beatings you got from her. She kicked you when you were laying on the ground – literally and figuratively. But even when you tried to hate her, you couldn't. She was you mother, she took you in her home from the foster system, she saved you. Yet now the only one who could save you, was Peter Pan.
"I believe you, Peter", you whispered into the pillow, tears streaming from your eyes. Of course you loved your mother but you couldn't take it anymore. The physical and emotional abuse was breaking your body and your mind. She abused all her children, but you always thought she did you more than the others. You felt she loved you more too, you had your own room, she took you places and did more things with you.
"I knew you'd miss me", you flinched to a voice coming from the foot of your bed. You looked up, and saw Pan. Rolling on your back you almost smiled at the sight of him. It was dark, so he couldn't see the cuts and bruises.
You laughed at his comment. "I didn't know." Pan got up and began circling your room. He looked at your things and got to the door. Hitting the light switch, he looked at you and wasn't surprised as to your condition.
"Why didn't you summon me earlier?", he asked. "I would've taken you back."
"I didn't know how", you snapped, still keeping your voice low. Pan walked to you and kneeled on the floor beside your bed.
"All you need to say is 'I believe'", he said. "You could've tried."
"I didn't think of it", you said, keeping eyes on the ceiling. Pan sighed and looked at you, trying to catch eye contact.
"You mean you didn't think of me", he said. "And why would you?"
You turned your eyes on Pan and he looked down. You had thought of him. Every single night before you went to bed, you longed for the warmth of his body next to yours, the sound of his voice saying 'I love you'. "I did't", you said, now looking into his eyes.
"Liar."