Peter Pan Fan Fiction ❯ Opening Closed Windows ❯ Gullible promises ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter 7; Gullible promises
It was early, way too early. Bianca had not spelt much, but she really needed to talk to Peter.
Seeing him so distraught had really scared her. During the years he had been living with her, Peter
had never showed such emotion. Not when she had asked about his past and not when she had
asked about his parents. He had just waved her questions away as though it had not mattered at
all.
Seeing the girl that Christian had brought to the ball hat triggered a strong emotional reaction in
the teenager. Bianca had been able to tell that seeing her meant something to him. No matter how
hard he was trying to fight back every flicker of anger, betrayal and grieve. Those very emotions
were the very reason that Bianca was determined to talk about it with Peter. This would be one of
those moment in which she would not drop the subject before she got some answers.
"Peter, please talk to me." Bianca asked as she gently set down her teacup and look at the
teenager at the other end of the table. He merely looked at her and sat up a bit straighter. Bianca
realized right there and then that Peter would try to avoid the subject she wanted to talk about.
Only then he used manners rarely seen on his person. As though he hoped to stun people and run
for it the first chance he got. Peter only confirmed this by saying: "As you wish madam."
He picked up his teacup and took a small sip, obviously looking for something to talk about. Peter
smiled at her, his teacup still in his hand. "I think breakfast tastes rather good this morning. I dare
say that we should complement the cook on the fine dishes she had put on this table this fine
morning. May I be so bold as to inform to your opinion on this matter madam?"
Bianca completely ignored what he was saying and instead asked: "What happened last night
Peter?"
Without warning the teacup shattered in Peter's hand, sending shards of glass flying in every
direction. The teenage boy clenched his jaws together as his eyes narrowed. He didn't say a word
however. Bianca frowned. "Don't Peter. Please don't. Do not shut me out like that. I care about you
like you are my own child. You seemed quite upset last night. I want to help you, so please talk to
me."
Peter's eyes fixed on a little spot of blood that had appeared on his hand. It grew bigger en
slithered down the palm of his hand. He waited until it fell on the tablecloth and then dropped his
hand, looking up at Bianca. His face showed no emotion whatsoever and for a split second she
feared his reaction. Peter's temper tantrums had been infamous when she had just taken him into
her house. He had calmed down a bit, but she was pressing a subject he clearly did not want to
talk about at all.
"I told you last night. Why should I care to elaborate more about the subject?"Peter said at long
last. His tone was clipped and his face guarded. It did not seem like he was going to answer and
Bianca just looked at him in silence as he stood on the other end of the table. He places his hand
on the table, not caring about the glass or the fact that he was smearing blood on the white table
cloth. He leaned over towards Bianca and whispered pleadingly: "I do not want to talk about it.
Please don't make me."
He sounded so sincere and Bianca truly wished that she could drop the subject. Yet she couldn't.
This time she needed Peter to talk about it. Whatever it was. Whatever had transpired between
him and the girl. He would give her some answers, even when it was just to prevent her from
visiting the girl. His face had told her that much last night. It had not told her everything she
wanted to know, but she would get her answers. One way or the other.
"Who is she?" Peter now fully understood how Captain Hook must've felt about the crocodile's
persistent chase. He realized that Bianca wasn't about to change the subject, no matter what he
did. The fact remained however that he really did not desire to talk about her. Nor did he wish to
answer any questions. Bianca wasn't going to leave him with any choice and just the mere that
that he needed to say her name out loud was killing him. At long last he whispered: "Wendy."

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"You said you knew her. How do you know her?" Bianca shot the next question at him and Peter
closed his eyes tightly. He could feel the tears building behind his eyelids and loudly suck in air. He
held his breath, violently trying to fight back the tears. This was so typical for adults. Always
claiming that they wanted to help you. That they wanted the best for you. And as you turned your
back, they would hit you on the back of the head. Hard! Adults and their Gullible promises!
That thought wakened up an entirely different emotion in the teenage boy. The feeling of
overwhelming grieve was replaces with a blood boiling anger. Before he could stop himself, his fist
hit the tabletop. Glass from the teacup cut in his hand, but he ignored it. He also ignored the fact
that the plates jumped up, as did Bianca. He couldn't ignore the twinge of guilt, but tried to do so
anyway and did what he had always done the best. He blamed it on someone else.
"I said I thought I knew her! I obviously did not! I also said that I did not want to talk about it!
Don't force me! I will take care of it myself. I don't need you probing into my past! I do not want to
talk about it!" He shouted at his foster mother and nearly ran out of the room. Who did she think
she think she was? He had already sad that he didn't want to talk about it. So how dare she
question his own good judgment? If he said that he didn't know her, then he meant it. The girl he
had seen last night was not the person that he remembered. Not the person he knew back in
Neverland. She was not!
Father still looked absolutely enraged. Wendy couldn't put it any other way and unfortunately she
knew why George was so angry. At one point he had been bettering his toast, by now it seemed
like he was trying to cut his plate in halve to set free the breadcrumbs that once had been his
toast. Wendy didn't even dare to so much as glance at her father. Unfortunately he seemed
determined to say something because he threw down his cutlery and looked over at Mrs. Darling.
There was a small silence, in which Mrs. Darling looked up at her husband. "Is there something
wrong dear?"
Wendy cringed, even before her father had made a sound. That was the wrong question to ask.
Yes, there was something wrong. The look on her father's face had been screaming it at her ever
since he had ushered her inside the house last night.
He seemed to control his temper however and mere asked: "Did Wendy tell you how her party
was?"
Mrs. Darling raised her eyebrows in surprise and slowly shook her head. "No, we haven't had the
time yet dear. We are having a nice family breakfast."
Mr. Darling seemed to swell up and all of the Darling children tried to hide their faces into either
their plate or teacup. They all knew that their father would take off like a house on fire. Quick and
loudly. They had experienced it before and knew just when to take cover. It was a surprise to all
when George relatively calmly continued: "So she didn't tell you that the little slime ball tried to
kiss her?"
He paused for a moment as everybody in the room turned to look at Wendy. She blushed and
opened her mouth to say something but George continued: "You weren't aware yet of the fact that
your daughter near to groped by that boy? Like she was an ordinary street worker!"
"George!" Mrs. Darling said, sounding shocked.
"Father!" Wendy exclaimed, wishing that the ground would open underneath her and swallow her
whole.
Mrs. Darling looked at the boys and said: "Boys, please take Michael upstairs. Your father, Wendy
and I need to talk about something."
The boys moved faster than they ever had before and they were halfway up the stairs when they
heard Mr. Darling explode. Feeling sorry for Wendy, the boys went into their room. But boys will
always be boys. So when they started one game or another they forgot all about Wendy and the
other things happening in their lives...

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