Neverland is Forever

This is a story partly about innocent first love, but will contain quite a few nicely graphic descriptions. Thus far it may be a bit before there will be any actual lemons.
By the way, I absolutely crave reviews, so please, let me know what you think.

****DISCLAIMER****

I own nothing associated with Peter Pan, Disney or anything, and I make no money from this story.
All original characters belong to me.

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"They could hear the heavy footsteps pound against the floor above them. Greta and Mary huddled together behind the wooden dresser. As the footsteps came nearer, they hugged each other tightly. The slow thud-thud-thud came closer and closer until they heard the long grinding creak of the door opening. Greta clamped a hand over Mary's mouth, preventing the shriek that would surely have given their hiding place away. The footsteps came nearer, and nearer, and nearer, until at last the girls heard them stop, just inches away from the flimsy protection offered by the dresser. Just as they though they were going to be found, the footsteps started moving away. Greta and Mary relaxed, giving a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the dresser was -tossed- to the side, and the girls let out a might scream. There she was, the ghoulish hag of their nightmares. Her hair was a mess of thick grey strands that stood out on end, like someone stuck a mop to her head, and her eyes as coal black as her heart. She reached out one gnarled, bony hand, the yellow, claw-like nails looking to tear them to shreds.

The hag reached out and grabbed Mary-“

The closest of the avid listeners shrieked as Lily grabbed her by the shoulders. The other girls surrounding the storyteller all shushed the younger child, who now looked down at the ground sheepishly.

Lily smiled softly at the girl, who brightened under the older girl's attention.

"I think, perhaps, it is time to sleep now. Come girls, climb into your beds."

At sixteen, Lily was the oldest of the twelve girls living at the Madame Dubouis Home for Girls. Her parents had died when she was eleven, crossing the Channel returning from a trip to France. With no one left to care for her, she had been sent to Madame Dubouis' until a new home could be found for her. Though families had come through and offered to adopt her, she always made such a scene so as to dissuade anyone from wanting her in their home.

Though the other girls adored her, none understood why she always refused to leave, knowing how deeply Lily hated Madame Dubouis. After she had scared off yet another adopting couple, one of the girls had come up to her and asked her why she'd done it.

Lily just smiled one her mysterious smiles and shrugged.

"I don't want to be bought."

She would never say more than that.

After making sure all the girls were tucked into their beds, Lily climbed into her own, closest to the door, pulling her thin coverlet over herself.

She sat quietly for a long time, attempting to capture sleep that always seemed to elude her. The sounds of the even breathing of the younger girls seemed to taunt her as she stared at the ceiling above her. She followed a crack in the paint with her eyes until it ran into the far, an attempt to lull her mind into rest.

Eventually, many hours past midnight, she managed to drift off to sleep.

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This story has an actual plot so that's why the goody basket hasn't been opened yet. I already have a lot written up today, but this is all that I feel like typing up at the moment. Let me know what you think, please and thank you!