Chapter 15

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Jenny's POV

Here I am, stuck back in his tent, getting interrogated again.

"Why do you need my dream catcher for?" Peter asked.

"Um I saw it earlier and it looked nice, so like I wanted a closer look..." I obviously lied.

"Try again." I remained silent and avoided his gaze looking around his room. He then grabbed my face and forced my gaze to meet with his.

"Do you know what this does?" He sneered.

I open my mouth, looking for the right words to say that wouldn't put me in a cage.

Nope I got nothing.

"It lets you see events of the past." I answered after what felt like forever.

His face softens for a second then he smirks.

"You're trying to find out about your father aren't you?" I nod. I lightly push him of me and turn to him.

"Peter please, I need to know." I beg shifting closer to him.

He sighs looking down at the dream catcher and then abruptly shake his head.

"I'm sorry Jenny, but I-" He never got to finish his sentence because I crashed my lips onto his. He surprisingly kissed me back immediately, tossing the dream catcher somewhere in the room without breaking the kiss.

I wrapped my arm around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. As his kisses moved down my jawline and onto my neck, I moved my fingers to the pressure point in his neck and pressed as hard as I can.

"Jenny what are y-" He passed out in my arms unable to finish his sentence.

I whisper an apology and kiss his lips once more and grab the dream catcher, running out of the tent.

I have to know what happened to my father.

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I hid in a bushy plant and sat down.

Okay, now how do I do this again?

"Erm, Samuel Moldova's death, April 5 1981." I say.

The dream catcher shines brightly for a second stinging my eyes a bit, then a scene shows...

In the dream catcher...

Peter was sitting on a branch in a tree nearby a fork in the road. He was intensely looking at the passing cars.

Under him was a sign that said 'Maine'.

What is Peter doing there? I lived in Rhode Island.

A familiar car stopped at a stop light. My dad's car. The shadow came into view and then Peter whispered,

"You know what to do."

It nodded then flew into a truck drivers car, possessing the driver.

Oh my God no... He couldn't... He wouldn't.

As the lights turned green, my dad drove forward but didn't see the possessed driver speed towards him. The truck rammed into the drivers side, killing the truck driver, and my father.

When the horrid tragedy was over, the dream catcher focused on Peter... He had a sadistic smirk on his face that showed no remorse.

I quickly got up throwing the dream catcher somewhere not bearing to watch anymore. I started pacing back and forth breathing heavily.

No, this can't be true, my dad had nothing to do with this, yet he got killed... By Peter Pan.

That's why he didn't want to help me, he was hiding the thing that I was looking for. That son of a bitch.

By this time I was fuming. I've never been so furious, betrayed, and devastated in my life.

I hear a rustle of leaves behind me and I turn around.

Peter is staring at me with an expression I couldn't quite read.

"You found out didn't you?" Peter says looking down at the dream catcher and then back at me.

If he steps any closer I'm going to kill him.

"Look I can explain-" He starts walking towards me.

"Don't fûcking come near me." I back away. "You're the one who killed him, that's all I need to know, now do me a favor and do not talk to me ever again.

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Peter Pan's POV

"...do me a favor and do not talk to me ever again." Jenny calmly said. But she was clearly upset.

I can't do that, the reason why I killed her father in the first place was so she had no reason to not go to Neverland. And her father very well knew where she was, that's why he was on his way to Maine... Storybrooke, Maine.

She starts walking away but I quickly grab her arm before she can do so. Before I knew it my face flew to the left and I felt a sharp sting on my cheek.

She rips her hand away from my grip and this time punches me.

Okay that's enough.

I grab her wrists to prevent her from throwing another punch.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU KILL HIM! WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO YOU!!" She screams in my face thrashing around in my grip.

"Just let me explain Jenny, please." I hate sounding desperate but if she doesn't talk to me, I won't be able to confess my feelings for her... And she won't return them.

"Let go of me!"

"Not until you promise not to hit me anymore!" She stopped struggling, then reluctantly nodded.

"And give me a chance to explain myself." She looks away with a conflicted look on her face.

"I'll give you a chance when I feel like it." That's fair enough I guess.

I let her go and her arms drop to her sides. She looks like she wants to say something but she decides against it.

"No say what you wanted to say." I almost go to hold her but decided it would cause her to back away.

"I think I need some time to myself — to think." She briefly looks at me and I see she's on the verge of tears. It took all of my energy to not embrace her.

"Okay." I mumble.

"Okay." She turns around and walks off into the deep forests of Neverland.

Third Person POV

As Jenny walked away from Peter, Peter mouthed the words he longed to say to her, 'I love you'.

When Jenny was out of his sight he discovered his new fear.

Losing Jenny.

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