Chapter 3:
"Dearie me, what did you do to your neck?" Grandma Wendy asked the next day, as her and Hanna stood in the kitchen, making flapjacks. They were Hanna's favourite type of snack and she loved baking them, especially with her Grandma but her birthday didn't feel good.
The cut was much more than a nick and had bled lots; Hanna had cleaned it up as best she could and had managed to hide it from her Mother by covering it with her hair; but Grandma Wendy refused to allow Hanna to keep her hair down while they baked so Hanna was forced to put her hair up into her normal ponytail, revealing a long and painful-looking gash.
As much as she tried to, she couldn't convince herself that last night was a dream, even though logic was on her side; but if she didn't really get a visit from James Hook then how did she get the scratch on her neck?
It was Tuesday the 14th of July; she should feel happy but she couldn't stop thinking about Hook's warning; I'll be back before the week is up; did that mean that she only had 3 more days left before Hook took her to Never Land? Would he let her go, when he no longer wanted her, or would he still keep her there, locked in a room on the Jolly Roger?
Hanna ignored the question, and kept mixing the flapjack mixture but Wendy refused to let the subject drop; she knew when her granddaughter was upset, knew it more than she knew when her daughter was upset. She hadn't noticed the unhealthy connection between Jane and Hook before it was too late.
"What is wrong, Hanna Rose?" Wendy demanded.
Her firm tone was too much for Hanna who burst into tears and told Wendy everything.
Wendy listened, horrified, as Hanna retold the tale that she had gone over so much in her mind that it was like retelling a story she had known for years, rather than something that happened only the night before.
"Listen Hanna." Wendy began, placing her hand on her granddaughter's shoulder and looking into the forget-me-not blue eyes that, in another lifetime, she had looked into for very different reasons. "Hook is vicious. That cut on your neck proves that. No matter what he wants you for if you refuse or struggle in any way then he will not hesitate to use force. He can be exceedingly charming when he wants to be but that's only if he wants something extremely badly; otherwise he will use any force necessary to get what he wants; his voice also counts as one of his weapons." Wendy warned the girl, as she stared into her eyes.
"It sounds like you know him." Hanna accused and Wendy looked away.
"I do. But it seems that your Mother knows him better." Wendy muttered, much too low for Hanna to hear. In a louder voice, she spoke to her granddaughter. "I did know Hook once but it was through Peter that I knew him. Peter took me and my brothers to Never Land, Tinkerbelle tried to kill me, my brothers and Tigerlily nearly drowned, a mermaid tried to drown me and Peter almost got killed by Hook. And then Hook got eaten by a crocodile." Wendy said, and Hanna looked at her.
"So, all the stories you told me as a child; they're all true?" Hanna asked, shocked.
"Yes sweetie. They're all true." Wendy sighed, looking at her granddaughter.
