Peter Pan Fan Fiction ❯ Opening Closed Windows ❯ Forgotten friends ( Chapter 6 )

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6. Forgotten Friends.
Inside Peter was hiding behind the massive red curtains. His back was firmly pressed against the wall
and his eyes were shut tightly. Wendy's face was etched into his memories, he couldn't get rid of it.
Her, looking every bit like a fairy. It had felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart with a knife
and was slowly twisting it. As he lay his hand over his heart however, he didn't feel the sticky warmth
of blood. It was all inside, like so many of the pains he was feeling since returning to London.
It had not been like he had pictured it in his mind. Nothing like that at all. She had recognized him. It
wasn't like she had forgotten all about him. She had knowingly blocked him out of her life! She had
just looked him in the eyes and remembered who he was. That made him hurt even more and he
realized that some part of him had still cherished hope. Hope that she did regret ever leaving him
and taking everything that had made his life vibrant.
He grew up for her, with all the right intentions. Everything just ended so wrong and now he had to
be at this dratted party, dressed up like a monkey from hell. Dressed up like someone he utterly
detested and his only option was to stand on a balcony and watch HIS Wendy give something that
should've always belonged to him to someone else. A surge of anger passed through Peter and he
balled his hands into fists. He could still see the back of that boys head. Wend's face, their closeness.
It had angered him more that should be legal. He had wanted to break that pretty boy's nose. He still
found himself thinking it to be a very good idea.
Peter knew however that it wasn't a good idea. Make that guy eat his front teeth would only result in
trouble and Bianca's reputation being destroyed. Not something he would want on his conscience ,
but the fact still remained that Wendy had no right to give HIS kiss to someone else! Not even that
proper mister nice guy! The blonde boy grinded his teeth and slowly unclenched his fists as another
idea entered his mind. It was just a window opening. One of the many that had closed when he had
left Neverland. Wendy was just an opening window, an opportunity to show that he was not just a
boy. That he was not deficient and that he was worth more than she thought.
"Peter, why are you hiding behind the curtains?" Bianca asked as she pushed aside the thick velvet
curtains. Peter blinked in surprise. He had not seen her approach and he had thought that he was not
visible behind the curtain. Without hesitating however he said: "I am not hiding! I am merely
standing here so I can't be bothered by people who have no meaning to me at all."
His mouth formed a stubborn line and he looked straight at Bianca Wainwright. She sighed and
lightly lay a hand on Peter' shoulder. He looked at it pointedly and she dropped it again. "I realize
that you don't want to be here Peter. The Alabasters are old friends of mine. I haven't seen them
since my beloved Maxwell died."
Suddenly she looked years older and something tugged at Peter' stomach. His foster mother
managed a smile and said: "This is necessary for your future contacts. I will point out some important
people who can help you in the future."
Peter sighed and took two steps sideways. He stood close to Bianca as she nodded towards a very
pretty girl, dressed up like some kind of goddess. "That girl is Angela Broadbent. Her father is the
Head of the hospital. She is very kind. Her parents are standing behind her."

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She smiled at a passing couple and waited until they were out of hearing range. After that she
nodded in the general direction of a sleeping woman. "That is Therese Montgomery. Her husband is
a attorney at law who used to work with my husband. I'm guessing that she is her with her son.
William doesn't like to go to costumed parties. I heard rumors though that their son, Christian is
courting a girl and that he wanted to take her here."
Her eyes were skimming the place for the son, but her lips didn't stay silent for too long. "She isn't a
very good chaperone, sleeping like that. Oh! There he is! Christian is quite handsome."
She pointed openly at one of the buffet tables and Peter craned his head to see that pretty boy. As
he caught sight of Christian his body went completely rigid and he could only stare. Bianca didn't
notice anything and just kept babbling. "Oh! Look! That must be his girl. She looks so pretty, dressed
up like a fairy."
"Please stop." Peter whispered weakly and she did. Abruptly she stopped talking and looked at the
teenager. He was still staring at the young couple, but t looked like he was going to be sick. "Are you
okay Peter?"
"I don't know," he answered, still rooted to the spot. His eyes were still glued to the girl's face and
that was when something dawned on her. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' but no sound came out.
She stared at Peter and then look at the girl. "You know her. Don't you Peter?"
"I thought I did," Peter said, his voice braking at the end. The words had barely left his lips when he
pushed himself passed Bianca and nearly ran onto the balcony. Behind him his foster mother looked
stunned, but still called after him. "Peter! Where are you going?"
"I am going to throw myself of the balcony." The teenager answered as he stepped on the railing. "I
will see you at home. I will not stay to watch her with that slime ball."
Bianca was still staring at the spot where Peter had stood no less than a second ago. She understood
fully that Peter was running from something in his past. Maybe even someone in his past. He had
never sounded so helpless before as when he asked her to stop. And he had not asked her to stop
until she had said something about the girl escorting Christian to the party.
Slowly the widow turned around and took a better look at the young woman. Did she knew Peter
from his past? That could be something to look into, but first she needed to check whether Peter had
made it down safely. He usually did, but she still felt the need to check every time he did something
like that.
"Who is that, talking to you mother Christian?" Wendy asked as she and Christian walked back to his
mother. The dark haired boy frowned, distorting his handsome features. It seemed that he was trying
to remember her. Christian had always seemed so intelligent, but it took him quite a while to come
up with a name. Wendy wished that he would say something. She needed the distraction. Otherwise
she would start to think about the scene on the balcony and the evening would end in tears.
"I believe it is the wife of a man who my father used to work with." Christian said at long last and
Wendy looked at him. "Why do you say 'used to' don't they work together anymore?"

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Christian shook his head. "He died about ten years ago. Tuberculoses. He left her. They never had
children. She was alone and took in some street kid." He snorted. "I can't imagine why."
"I can. It's called a random act of kindness. She took in a child in need of a home and in turn is loved."
Wendy said snappishly, surprised at the snobby words that had left Christian's mouth just now.
"Oh no, don't get me wrong! I do understand the necessity of company." Christian tried to reassure
her. "But the child she took so lovingly into her home is supposed to be a arrogant little monster. My
father said that it was incurable."
Incurable or not, it sounded like someone she used to know. Arrogant, reckless and ever so cheerful.
Someone who needed to be loved, but did not dare to admit it. Afraid to get his heart broken. The
child reminded her of long forgotten friends...

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