Forbidden For You.=Sequel= SLOW UPDATES

Chapter Ten-Third Person-No Happy Thoughts.

“If you move an inch, so help me God, I will slit your throat and not lose a blink of sleep.” the Pan hissed, literally, in mer-tongue. It was all she could do not to swallow, or burst into tears. Sammy tried to fight against his father's grip, but Peter was much stronger, and wasn't budging the slightest. Both sets of eyes were trained on the mermaid as the elder pulled the yonger wordlessly from the cave, the latter's mixed with adoration and sadness, the former with anger and complete malice. It wasn't until the boulder covered up the doorway of the cave again did Peter sheath his sword, and replace his grip from his sons right upper arm, to his shoulder. His father's fingers dug into the tissue, but Sammy knew not to voice his discomfort of the newly forming bruises.

The walk home was wordless, tense, and awkward, for a lack of a better term. Sammy expected them to turn right, and to enter the Underground Home, so he was surprised when that didn't happen. Instead, they walked further on until they landed on a familiar trail and, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, Sammy knew where they were going.

Kaytee Pan paced back and forth across the floor of her treehouse, anxious for her husband and son to turn up. She had previously taken the children home, putting them all down for a nap because the weather outside made her nervous about their well being. She shuddered as a clap of thunder shook the wooden planks beneath her feet, and she knew that her husband must be near, and that he was certainly not happy.

Her worries were confirmed to be well thought as the door swung open, and Peter shoved their son through the entrance.

“Found him,” the man spat, stalking over to stand beside Kaytee, “Exactly where they said he was, with the exact same person, doing the exact thing.” Kaytee crossed her arms, and frowned at her boy.

“Sammy,” she said quietly and he flinched, not daring to look up from his hands to her disappointed gaze, “Why didn't you tell us?”

To this, Sammy's head snapped up, and an incredulous anger flashed through his green eyes.

“Why didn't I tell you?” he repeated heatedly, a tone of disbelief in his voice, “Because you wouldn't understand! Dad hates mermaids. Do you honestly think he would've let me out of his sight if I told you? No. He wouldn't.”

“So instead you decided to go behind our backs?” Peter boomed, shaking his head incredulously.

“You don't know that, Sam. We understand more than you may think, give us a little credit, please.” Kaytee said calmly, placing a soft hand on her partner's shoulder when she saw his jaw flex in anger, “How long has this been going on?” she asked.

“Well,” Sammy fidgeted a bit, staring back down to the ground, “Only a day or two. I met her when we were playing hide and seek the day after the wedding.” he admitted, and his father's eyes widen.

“A day or two? And you're already doing,” he flailed his arms around wordlessly, “that with her?! Do you have any idea of how foolish that is? Do you know anything about her, anything at all? What's her name, her favourite color, what she likes? Oh, and her appetite?! She's a mermaid, Sam, a mermaid. A cold hearted, feeling-less creature who would kill you without a second-”

“SEE!” Sammy exclaimed loudly, interrupting his father, and pointing an accusing finger at him, “That's what I mean! You think you know things about her, but you don't! You know nothing! You don't know. You assume. There's a huge difference; Especially when it comes to her.” he pauses, taking a steadying breath, and he notices his eyes burning uncomfortably with tears. Embarrassment washes over him as he quickly swipes at his eyes before any moisture can run over. He continues now, but his voice breaks with an emotion similar to begging: