Chapter 3
*Katerina's POV*
I was so pissed. Who the hell did Peter think he was? I never thought he would even attempt something so low. He must've broken up with yet another skank and he thought he could use me to boost his self esteem. Well fuck him, no way was I gonna be his whore.
My heart was beating loudly as I walked home. The sheer terror of the situation had not subsided and since the bus had left with out me I was left to contemplate it on my 40 minute walk home. What should I do? I knew the answer almost right away. I should tell someone but what if they didn't believe me. What if he got off? He'd be furious and trace it all back to me. So I did the stupid thing, I resorted to keeping my mouth shut, but if he ever tried it again I would not only tell I'd castrate the bastard.
I finally got home and was bombarded with questions from my mom, who had come home early from work.
"Where have you been?" she asked, a bit agitated. "I called the school twice."
"Sorry mom. The teacher held me back too long and I missed the bus." I said slamming my book bag on the couch.
"You could have called. I would've picked you up." She said as she began to pack a bag.
"I didn't know you were gonna be here so early." I eyed the bag and watched her for a moment. "Where are you going?"
"The firm is having a party at a hotel not far from here, but I'll probably be there all night. You can get dinner right?" she said without even looking at me.
"Sure I got dinner." I said then picked up my stuff and went to my room. Once I was there I turned on the radio full blast and started my homework. But I didn't get very far as my eyes blurred and another vision began to take shape.
I saw the same man with the long black curly hair. He was sitting in the most spectacular looking room I had ever seen. It was decorated with olden day furniture; a huge four-poster bed was off to the immediate right of the room. He sat in the back at a small table and was drinking quite heavily cup after cup of, what I guessed was, strong alcohol. But after about the third cup he stopped and began to rub his head. The hook was buried in the top of the table. When he looked up his eyes were glazed over and it looked like he was staring at something. He stayed this way for a while, before getting up quite suddenly and looking out the window. Then I heard someone say, "Captain, its Pan.," and he was out of the room in seconds.
He walked out onto the main deck of a rather large ship and was greeted by a rather stout older man in an orange hat, who handed him a telescope. He grabbed it from the older man and stared up at the sky and sure enough there was that same boy who looked exactly like Peter. The boy swooped in and grabbed the older man's hat then flew off again, preparing for another swoop. The captain motioned for the men to bring up the cannon. It was cranked up and while the boy had his back turned it was fired. It missed him by a hair but he only laughed and dared them to fire again which they did but he swooped in and shoved the hat back on the older man's head. The captain screamed, "Fire." But he failed to notice that the boy was too far away so the cannonball simply flew through the air hitting no target. The boy flew through a cloud and disappeared.
Suddenly the plants died, the sun disappeared, and it became very dark. Then it began to snow and the river began to freeze, and the ship along with it. The last thing I saw was the captain storming back into his cabin. When the door closed it ended.
Ok, I thought, that was definitely a vision. Why was I having visions? This was just adding to the weirdness of my day. Now that I knew it was a real vision I could not completely disregard the one I had in class as a daydream. "Jesus," I said to myself, "How do you get rid of visions?"
And as if in answer to my question my mom's voiced boomed from the front door, "Bye, bye honey. See you in the morning." Then the door slammed shut and I was left alone with my troubling visions and my near rape experience to plague me for the night.
I was so pissed. Who the hell did Peter think he was? I never thought he would even attempt something so low. He must've broken up with yet another skank and he thought he could use me to boost his self esteem. Well fuck him, no way was I gonna be his whore.
My heart was beating loudly as I walked home. The sheer terror of the situation had not subsided and since the bus had left with out me I was left to contemplate it on my 40 minute walk home. What should I do? I knew the answer almost right away. I should tell someone but what if they didn't believe me. What if he got off? He'd be furious and trace it all back to me. So I did the stupid thing, I resorted to keeping my mouth shut, but if he ever tried it again I would not only tell I'd castrate the bastard.
I finally got home and was bombarded with questions from my mom, who had come home early from work.
"Where have you been?" she asked, a bit agitated. "I called the school twice."
"Sorry mom. The teacher held me back too long and I missed the bus." I said slamming my book bag on the couch.
"You could have called. I would've picked you up." She said as she began to pack a bag.
"I didn't know you were gonna be here so early." I eyed the bag and watched her for a moment. "Where are you going?"
"The firm is having a party at a hotel not far from here, but I'll probably be there all night. You can get dinner right?" she said without even looking at me.
"Sure I got dinner." I said then picked up my stuff and went to my room. Once I was there I turned on the radio full blast and started my homework. But I didn't get very far as my eyes blurred and another vision began to take shape.
I saw the same man with the long black curly hair. He was sitting in the most spectacular looking room I had ever seen. It was decorated with olden day furniture; a huge four-poster bed was off to the immediate right of the room. He sat in the back at a small table and was drinking quite heavily cup after cup of, what I guessed was, strong alcohol. But after about the third cup he stopped and began to rub his head. The hook was buried in the top of the table. When he looked up his eyes were glazed over and it looked like he was staring at something. He stayed this way for a while, before getting up quite suddenly and looking out the window. Then I heard someone say, "Captain, its Pan.," and he was out of the room in seconds.
He walked out onto the main deck of a rather large ship and was greeted by a rather stout older man in an orange hat, who handed him a telescope. He grabbed it from the older man and stared up at the sky and sure enough there was that same boy who looked exactly like Peter. The boy swooped in and grabbed the older man's hat then flew off again, preparing for another swoop. The captain motioned for the men to bring up the cannon. It was cranked up and while the boy had his back turned it was fired. It missed him by a hair but he only laughed and dared them to fire again which they did but he swooped in and shoved the hat back on the older man's head. The captain screamed, "Fire." But he failed to notice that the boy was too far away so the cannonball simply flew through the air hitting no target. The boy flew through a cloud and disappeared.
Suddenly the plants died, the sun disappeared, and it became very dark. Then it began to snow and the river began to freeze, and the ship along with it. The last thing I saw was the captain storming back into his cabin. When the door closed it ended.
Ok, I thought, that was definitely a vision. Why was I having visions? This was just adding to the weirdness of my day. Now that I knew it was a real vision I could not completely disregard the one I had in class as a daydream. "Jesus," I said to myself, "How do you get rid of visions?"
And as if in answer to my question my mom's voiced boomed from the front door, "Bye, bye honey. See you in the morning." Then the door slammed shut and I was left alone with my troubling visions and my near rape experience to plague me for the night.