Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 11-Of Safety Pins And Broken Hearts

Chapter 11-Of Safety Pins and Broken Hearts.

The picture above was taken by me as well as the last one! I enjoy editing pictures in my free time, sort of like giving them atmosphere...
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I woke up from my nightmare with a jolt. Newt was screaming for help, and although he was in his shadow form, I still cried.

And even when I woke, I cried. Pouring out my heart felt good. Except when I woke Peter Pan from his precious slumber.
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I did not notice how he walked in, or that he walked in at all. I am probably still drunk, because sober me, would never lean into Peter's chest and continue to cry rives....I would usually compose myself and do everthing in my power to avoid Peter.

But then again, the drunk me was a giddy and happy person, and did not care much for Newt. Also, drunk me did not have such a conplex thought processs as I do right now. So I find myself in the warm embrace of the primary reason I am in tears. Peter never really liked Newt.

"Shhh...Shhhh...Hey, it's alright! That was just a dream, love...It's ok...I'm here...Shhhh....I'm here." His voice was soft. Not the usual
I-Am-Such-A-Badass kind of tone. It soothed me, and coaxed me, and I felt my grief pushed out by his quiet words that swirled around me and filled me like the sounds of a Pan Flute...how ironic...

After a few minutes, I stopped crieng. Peter's shurt was soaked through and through. He had clearly just been asleep, because his hair was disheveled in a cute, boyish way. The corners of his lips streched upward as he looked into my face.
"I'm sorry"I croaked. My throat was a little sore, and I was slightly out of breath.

He was now smiling and shaking his head. "No need to appologize, love...I understand." At that moment, I decided I would note an important reason why he wouldnt be understanding of my prevoius actions.
"But...Your shirt...I...It's soaking wet." He broke out laughing, and I was sure he would wake someone up.
"Me shirt?! That's what you care about?! Oh, love! That is the funniest thing I ever heard from you." I growled lightly and glared at him.
"Leave."I seethed.
"I cant do that."Was his annoying responce.
"Why not? Scared the monsters outside the door will get you?"
He smirked, and in a second I was pinned against the mattress by Peter's body.
He leaned his face extremely close to my ear, and whispered huskily,
"No, love, the monsters are scared of me."He nibbled lightly on my ear lobe.

I tried to free myself from his grasp, but he was too strong. So I stayed still. He left a trail of kisses going up my neck, and I let him. Odly, they made my stomach do dackward handsprings, and I endes up slightly arching my back. It was useless to interfere, plus, I could use him as a safety pin for my broken heart.
When his lips were close to mine, he looked at me. He was no longer smirking, I know what he wants, and odly, I will give it to him. Everything stopped when his lips met mine. They moved against mine. I felt him bite my bottom lip lightly, and I couldnt help but let out a small moan. Peter smirked.

We were both out of breath when he pulled away and raised himself on his elbows and layed next to my on the bed. He smiled, and I couldnt help but return the favor.
I was not going to use Peter as the safety pin for my heart, because that is what he was all along. My safety pin.

As much as I hate to admit it, I feel something for him. He clearly feels something for me.
All I can say now, is:

I'm Sorry, Newt.