Somewhere in Neverland | All Time Low *Completed*

16 year old Wendy Price isn't the prettiest or most popular girl in school. After being dragged to an All Time Low concert by her emo best friend Gemma, Wendy finds herself stuck in numerous unlikely situations with lead singer, Alex Gaskarth. But maybe Alex turned up for a reason? Maybe Alex can take Wendy to a place where anything is possible? Maybe he can take her to Neverland? Based on the All time Low song 'Somewhere in Neverland'. Contains slight mature content


13. Panda face with daddy issues

I put a protective arm around my shoulder, where my scars were. Alex face looked concerned. I hated talking about it. I still didn’t trust him fully. I wanted to change the subject, but I didn’t want him to see.

“Come here.”  He said, lifting me onto his lap. His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling my arm out the way so he could study them.

“Answer me Wend! Who the fuck gave you these because whoever it was I’ll fucking get them!” He sounded angry. I didn’t like it.

“Alex please, I-I don’t want to talk about it, it’s too much of a long story anyway!” I could feel my arms shaking, and my heart start to race. I always get it when I think about the scars and how they got there. And the thought of Alex leaving me.

“Well, I’m willing to listen.” he said, cupping my face in his hands, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. “Who did this to you?” He whispered, before giving me a soft tender kiss on my lips.

“M-my F-father.” I felt Alex’s arms go stiff, and his eyes harden in sheer anger. I saw his eyes drop from mine and looked at my scars and back into my eyes again. I was crying now, my mascara running down my face. Shit. Be prepared for the goodbye Wendy. Not only are you a nerd, but you’re a panda-face with daddy issues.

Alex stood up and started pacing around my bedroom.

“I’ll fucking KILL HIM!” He yelled.

“Alex, please be quite! This is why I didn’t want to tell you, I didn’t want you to react like this!”

“How did you expect me to react Wendy? You expect me to be alright with it? What did he do to you? Tell me!”

“He, um...”


“He lost his job and he kind of blamed me for it.” I paused before continuing. "He used to bash me against the wall. I got this when he whipped me with his belt."

"Did he?" He looked at me, I could see his heart breaking in his eyes.

"No, the abuse was just physical." I looked down at my hands that were placed in my lap, then at Alex who sat on my bed with his head in his hands. He sat there for about 20 seconds before he asked me:

“Is in prison?”

“Yes.” I replied. He looked at me, with tearful eyes.

“Good.” He said putting his hand on my cheek, pulling me in for a kiss. We kissed for a few long seconds before he said,

“You must have been so scared Wendy.”

“I was.”

“You don’t have to be anymore.”

Alex laid my head down on my pillow and kissed me passionately. His lips travelled down to my neck and then down to my shoulder where my scars were. His lips were cool against my hot skin. It felt tingly against them. As he kissed me, I looked up at the ceiling, wishing to be nowhere else but here.

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