WARNING!!! - Mentions of alcohol abuse, physical abuse, and suicidal tendencies! Please DO NOT READ if these are triggers for you!

    You avoided Peter at any cost after the incident in the forest. Whenever he saw you, he would always walk up to you, but you would make a beeline straight for the forest. He never followed you, almost as if he was scared of making you more upset with him.

    One night, as you were leaving another one of his parties, you heard him clear his throat to announce something. You stayed hidden behind the trees as you listened, in case he said something that you might not want you to hear.

    "No alcohol tonight, boys," he said, his accent thick in his words.

    You gasped quietly as you heard that, while the boys were whining and begging pitifully to their leader to be allowed to have even just a bit before the night was over.

    "No, boys. You see, there are plans of an invasion tomorrow morning, and I need my boys to be at the top of their game when it happens, meaning nothing can distract you tonight," he replied quickly, gesturing for them to go to bed.

    After the rest of the boys had retired to their tents, you saw Peter sitting down on one of the logs. You quietly walked up to him before sitting on the ground in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at you out of confusion, and you gave him a small awkward smile.

    "Hey..." you said shyly, looking down at your feet instead of his piercing green eyes.

    "Hey, shouldn't you be trying to get some sleep?" he asked, patting the space next to him on the log. You smiled softly before sitting next to him.

    "Every night is the same routine of me lying in bed not being able to fall asleep. Every night of me trying to hold it together and not let my thoughts and emotions overrun me," you sighed, lying on his shoulder.

    "Whatever happened to me not knowing you?" he asked, confused at your sudden outburst of affection.

    "I think I'm finally ready to tell you my story..." you whispered, almost hoping he didn't hear you.

    "Well, I've always been ready to listen," he smiled, pulling you onto his lap as he rubbed your back soothingly.

    "Well, obviously you know I'm lost...I mean, I'm here," you giggled slightly at the awkwardness, with him chuckling with you.

    "Of course, darling."

    "Well, I don't know how I lasted as long as I did, maybe part of me hoped for a solution that I could provide for myself...But anyways, I lost the fight and my way. You see, both of my parents were heavy drinkers all the time. They never did like me..." you trailed off, trying to hold back the tears that were already threatening to spill.

    "Shhh, you're okay here, nothing will hurt you," Peter whispered, rubbing your back with a little more pressure as he pulled you closer to him.

    "C-can we go somewhere a b-bit more p-private?" you asked, suddenly worried about a Lost Boy walking in on the two of you, or even just overhearing for that matter.

    "Of course, love," he smiled, transporting the both of you to his tree house. You gasped, your eyes widening when you realized where you were. No one was ever allowed in his tree house, not even Felix, and he was Peter's right-hand man.

    He chuckled at your reaction. "Yes, love, this is my tree house," he smiled as he sat the both of you on his bed, keeping you curled up on his lap.

    "W-well, they never liked me even when they were sober, w-which was never...S-so they would make me do everything around the house, I cooked, I cleaned, I sewed, I did the taxes...And just so they could sit around and do nothing all day. But if I made even one teeny tiny mistake...I-I was a-always b-beaten..." you sniffled, hiding your face in his chest as you fought to conceal the tears.

    What you didn't realize was that Peter was now checking your body to find anything related to that. It was a terrible day for you to wear shorts and a tank top because he had full access to all of the bruises on your arms and legs. What he played off as lifting your shirt up a bit to rub your back better was really so that he could check to see if there were any bruises there too. And boy, he found it alright.

    While there were only a few here and there on your arms and legs, your back was covered in them. They ranged in color from a sickly yellow all the way to the darkest shades of purple. They were everywhere, and he wondered how he could rub your back without you screaming in pain.

    He realized that he had only been rubbing the top of your back, where most of the yellowish ones were. The lower he got on your back, the darker and more painful the bruises looked. He took a chance and lightly rubbed his finger over one of the worst ones.

    "O-OWWWWW!" you screamed out through the sobbing, "D-DON'T DO THAT! PLEASE!" you cried out, pulling your shirt down quickly as you moved his hand to your arm instead. He mumbled out apologies left and right as he littered your head with kisses, wiping away any tears that he saw.

    You sat like that for a while before it seemed that you were finally calming down. Peter had been staring at your body, not in a creepy way, but in a way to imagine what you had suffered. But, when his eyes settled on your arms, he was confused. He was worried they had cut you, as well as just beating you.

    "(Y/N), did they cut you as well...?" he trailed off uncertainly. You replied with a shaking of your head.

    "N-no...I did that m-myself..."

    Peter felt his heartbreak as he heard those words, yet he couldn't take his eyes off of the cuts on your arms. Some were fading, others were scabbing, and still, some looked bright and brand new. He felt himself almost wanting to cry, but he was going to be strong for you.

    He held you tightly, being careful not to touch your back. He rocked you carefully as he littered you with more kisses, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you closed your eyes, exhausted after the past hour.

    "Would you like to stay here for the night, princess?" he whispered. You nodded, snuggling up to him as you held him tightly. He chuckled, hugging you as he stroked your hair.

    At that moment, you finally felt the last of your wall crumble down as you drifted off to sleep in Peter's arms.

    And it felt right.
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