New York City
I walked downstairs from my room and into the kitchen to see Emma and Killian. They were talking about something. I slowly back away, but Emma noticed me.
"Riley, stay for a minute," Emma softly spoke and I knew that whatever she had to say wouldn't take a minute. "Where were you today?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"With a friend from school," I answered, not giving the specifics. I didn't understand why Killian had to be here. I didn't believe he was my father. My father and mother are dead.
"Who?" She pushed further and I rolled my eyes, wanting to go up to my room.
"This new kid. He wanted me to show him around so I was nice and did as he asked," I explained and pointed to the door. "He actually lives in the apartment across from us," I put my arm down and slid my sleeves over my hands. "His name is Peter," Emma and Killian looked at each other. "Can I go now?"
"What did he look like?" Killian spoke up and I glared at him.
"I'm sorry, why is he here?" I blurted and Emma gasped at my attitude.
"He's your father! Show some respect!" Emma yelled and I scoffed. "What's that supposed to be?"
"I don't believe you. I don't him or you! You honestly want me to believe that my father has come back from the dead and magically found me. I can't buy it, Emma! In my mind, my parents will be dead to me," I shouted back at her and turned on my heel, walking up to my room. I slammed the door when I got to the top of the stairs, locking it. I sighed and walked over to my dresser, pulling my pajama pants out. I unrolled them and a piece of paper fell out. I bent down and picked it up. I hadn't seen it before. The paper looked aged and it was crumbled. I unraveled it and read the fancy writing.
Dear Riley,
I know I shouldn't be writing this note, but I guess it's just incase something happens. When you stepped foot on Neverland's beach, I didn't know what to think. You were innocent like any other child that visits Neverland in their dreams, but I knew you were different from the others. I wanted to take you in, but I guess Tink bet me to it. A few years past and you grew up like Neverland offers until you're 17. Since all of our battles, I wanted to hate you but I couldn't. It was hard not too. I knew you hated me. When Henry arrived, my plan was for you to join me to get his heart. I hoped you would fall for me, just like I fell for you. The thing is I still love you. We've been through thick and thin. Our romance story is like getting through a brush of Dreamshade. I know I'm not gonna make it. My lost boys are against me and Felix is dead. I love you to the second star to the right and back. I want to thank you for believing in me. I know I'm a demon but you see through that. You see through my monstrous ways. I really love you. If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up. Waking up would be a nightmare. I love you, Riley Jones. I've loved you since the first moment I saw you and I'll love you until my last.
- Your dearest Peter Pan
I sat down on my bed and stared at the letter. This has to be a prank. Henry and his friends maybe put it there. I cringed at the idea of them being in my room. Emma wouldn't plant it here. I got up and set the note on my dresser. I threw my pajama pants back on my dresser and got a jacket out. I opened my door, quietly and listened for a few minutes. Everything was silent. Emma and Killian weren't here and I couldn't hear Henry. I snuck out of the apartment. I went up to Peter's door and knocked. I waited for a few moments and Peter appeared in the doorway. He was wearing a blue t shirt and his hair was messy. He had a pair of sweatpants on. He smiled when he saw me.
"Hey Riley," Peter greeted.
"Do you wanna go up to the roof?" I offered, pointing up to the ceiling. He stepped out of his apartment and closed his door.
