Peter Pan

Chapter 1: Taken

Charlotte was sitting on her bed her music turned all the way up to drown out the sound of her drunk dad beating her mother. This was an often occurrence, her dad getting waaaayyy too drunk then taking it out on her mom, so she always turned up her music and stared out her window longing to be elsewhere.

I stare out my window up at the stars flinching every time I hear a scream over my music. 

Finally, after 46 more minutes my dad finally passed out in the couch per usual. I turn my music back down and I slide to the edge of my bed debating if I really need to shower tonight. I decide I should and I go into the bathroom.

40 minutes later I finished blow drying my long blonde hair and then I've braided it into two French braids. I pull on some booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt to sleep in. I go and stand by my window but I get shivers feeling someone's eyes on me even though I don't see anyone. It's been happening for weeks now, the feeling of being watched, it's scaring me. 

Peter's POV:

'She's absolutely adorable. She's just standing there looking out, her mind begging her to see something anything so she'll know what's out here but she won't. Her face is formed into almost a pout, her soft plump pink lips pursed together, and her eyebrows furrowed as she struggles to look out into the darkness. I can't wait for my little wildcat to see what I have in store for her.'

Charlotte's POV:

I softly pad over to my bed and crawl in. I start feeling the exhaustion setting in and I pull up my covers and turn out the lights. I take a glance out my window again hoping to see something before I close my eyes and fall asleep.

Peter's POV:

"Finally my little wildcat is asleep," I chuckle quietly to myself. I wait another 10 minutes or so just to make sure she's actually asleep before I jump from the tree branch I was perched on and I fly over to her window. I test it to see if it's locked and it is "Smart little wildcat," I murmur to myself. With a little flick of my wrist I hear a soft 'click' then I have it unlocked.

 I smirk before quietly lifting up the window before flying in. I land quietly as I glance around her room before walking over to her bed. I look down at her pretty little face before I notice her long hair in two braids. 'Look at that my little wildcat can braid'  I think to myself. I debate for a moment before crawling into Charlotte's bed with her. I gently pull her into me being careful not to wake her up.

I bury my face softly into the back of her neck breathing in her scent. 'God, you smell amazing,' I think to myself almost saying it out loud, but I catch myself. I wrap my arms around her small waist. I fell asleep with her in my arms.

Charlotte's POV:

I awoke to a nightmare again, sweating and panting. The same topic as always, my parents. This one was my dad beating my and mom like he has before, screaming, but this time he had a knife. I woke up before anything else could happen but it was still scary.

 I roll over but as I do I roll into something hard. 'Since when did my pillows get so hard,' I think. Suddenly I feel a weight on my waist, for a moment I brush it off as my weighted blanket, but then I remember 'I don't have a weighted blanket'.

I realize that there's a PERSON in my bed with me at 2AM. I hear a soft groaning sound before a deep voice says "You're up early, Charlotte". 'Holy shit, it's a man there's a strange man in my bed, with me, at 2am and he knows my NAME,' I think panicky. I open my mouth to scream, but a firm hand is clamped down over my mouth silencing me. 

"Shhhhh, little wildcat, you're okay, everything's gonna be fine." I hear the man's voice coo into my ear. 'Wildcat that's such a weird pet name,' I think to no one in particular before I start wriggling trying to get him off. I feel him pull me against his hard chest his hand still over my mouth. I try to push him away but it doesn't work.