TAKE ME OVER | HENRY MILLS [1]

XXXIV. rumple's deal

Chapter Status: Edited.

[WARNING: This chapter contains content that is involved with drinking and mental health issues from Tahlia's past. It is a serious topic and we all know Tahlia's past was not at all enjoyable when she was a child other than Neverland.]

Twenty Nine Days

 "Panic attacks huh?"

I don't bother to look at Peter as I nod my head.

"Must suck. Feeling hopeless" he says distantly.

"How would you know?" I ask, sounding angrier then I meant.

"I don't, but it sucks, right?" he guesses.

"Neverland keeps me calm, despite the fact a whole bunch of horrible stuff has happened here," I admit.

"I understand, I did a lot of bad things before I came here, upset a lot of people, I regret a lot. But here, I'm free to do whatever I please, I don't have to worry about growing up and having responsibilities" he says, standing in front of me with his arms raised.

"How old are you Peter?" I ask.

"19" he replies, lowering his raised hands.

"Haven't you ever wondered what it's like to be an adult, get married, have kids?" I ask.

I stand and step onto the rock I had been sitting on. Peter looks behind him at the ocean before looking back at me.

"I may be 19 now, but that doesn't mean I didn't have a life before I was here, Tahlia. I'm older than I look," he states.

"How old are you?" I ask again.

"I've been around for centuries, Tahlia. Perhaps I'll tell you everything when you're a bit older," he says.

"What are you talking about? Why can't you tell me now?" I ask impatiently.

"I don't want you looking at me like I'm a monster," he says before turning around.

"Why would I look at you like that?" I ask while scrunching my face in confusion.

"I promise I'll tell you everything when you're older, Tahlia, just wait," he smiles softly.

"But I want to know now," I whine.

"Just... wait," he mumbles.

"You miss someone, don't you?" I guess and he spins around.

"How would you know?" he hisses.

I don't take his anger personally, I can tell whatever is on his mind is bothering him.

"It's obvious; you obviously had someone you cared about before you came here. I don't know if it was a girl or."

He stops me, "a son," he mumbles the words so quietly I barely heard.

"You have a son?" I ask in amazement.

He's so young, so mischievous, no wonder he came here, he couldn't possibly look after a child.

"Yeah, but like I said, I'll explain everything when you're a bit older; you're only 12," he decides.

"I'm more mature than you," I tease and he smirks.