Cover

Dedication

For the girl who never wants to grow up & still leaves their window open at night while dreaming of flying amongst the stars to a world filled with make-believe with a boy they can’t help but love.

A boy who has magic in his eyes,

and danger in his soul.

For the girl who still believes in thinking happy thoughts, even if sometimes, it takes just a little bit of pixie dust.

This one’s for you.

Introduction

This book is a representation of the story Peter & Wendy by J.M. Barrie. It is a dark retelling. Some characters have changed, & some have stayed the same. Not all will be as you think and/or remember.

Triggers contain underage sex, Peter & Wendy are seventeen, graphic violence, strong language, and explicit sexual scenes.

Possible triggers that do not happen in the book, but some scenes may give the impression they are about to happen, contain noncon, dubcon, and child endangerment concerning drug abuse.

Reader discretion is advised.

“Two is the beginning of the end.”

PETER & WENDY BY J. M. BARRIE

Chapter 1

Wendy

“There was never a simpler, happier family,

until the coming of Peter Pan.”

Peter & Wendy

- J. M. Barrie

I jump as thunder crashes outside the large Victorian window across the room. Rain pelts angrily against the glass. A bright flash of lightning illuminates the space, the accompanying thunder rumbling through the night fills the air with its raging growl. My body shivers. A tingling feeling starts at the base of my spine and immediately travels north, spreading across my skin in an all-knowing way I haven’t felt in years.

Someone’s here.

Another flash, another crash of thunder and I spin around quickly as a dark figure scurries across a different window on the left side of the room. My hand trembles as I grab the knob to the desk drawer behind me. The one that keeps my letter opener, my only defense against the unknown tonight.

But is it really unknown when this foreign feeling is something I’ve wished for, dreamed of, obsessed about for years since the last time I felt it.

Since the last time I felt him.

I push the yearning, the wanting, the desire aside, replacing it with the rage that’s built since he’s been gone.

He’d never return. Never come back. It’s just my imagination.

Isn’t it?

Sweat breaks out across my skin as I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. Slowly, I pull the drawer behind me open as another flash of lightning illuminates the room. A crash of thunder sends me bouncing slightly to my right, shaking, trembling, before I can grasp the object I’m searching for. For a split-second I make out the figure of a man standing in the dark corner across the room. I stop what I'm doing. Time stands still.

It wasn’t just my imagination, someone is here.