pandora//h.s

six

"Okay, let me park right here and I'll go bring her inside." Harry told me.

I impatiently watched as my sister hunched over to the car in the high sun, even with the cold air, the sun still managed to warm up those who were under it's burning rays, Harry opening the back door for her to climb inside.

My sister hummed contently with the warm ambiance of the car, "Hi, Hera."

"Hey, are you okay?" I whispered back to her.

"Yeah, they are really nice, and I think they're looking for dad." She gloomed, clearly not a hundred percent aware of our current situation.

"We can talk about this when we stop or something okay?"

"Okay." Hestia was a very understanding person, never anxious or nervous, very patient.

When Harry got back in the driver's seat, he buckled in and drove back off into the highway.

"Our flight is at nine, alright? You two can have a relaxing few hours when we get to the hotel, talk and frolic, whatever girls do. Just be careful not to leave the hotel. We have a conjoined suite if you need me." Harry explained to us, "We should be there in about twenty minutes. Then we leave in two hours for the airport alright? Six in the afternoon in the lobby. We board at eight, leave at nine. We land at about ten in the morning."

I was grateful he gave us the run down, or we would be a mess walking around the airport hallways.

But a twelve hour flight was about to completely wreck our mental state, as if it wasn't already damaged from all that had happened the last few days.

The tires rolled down the the concrete road as the afternoon sun started to go down, and as Harry had said, twenty minutes passed and we were in the hotel.

I didn't know why we were in a hotel, to be honest, we were going to leave soon after this anyways.

My tired eyes examined the fancy building, it seemed like very rich people came here. Then again, Harry's parents were leaders of a massive mafia, their money is likely grown in trees, more likely then so, corrupting their minds and bodies.

Hestia climbed out as he parked out on the parking lot, I hopped out soon after her, and we headed towards the huge entrance doors, they're were inch thick glass, no one could rob this place.

There was a beautiful chandelier over the center of the lobby, the yellow light making the cream accents of the walls pop.

I've never been in such a beautiful place before, I was scared to touch the floor. They were marble too, how did they manage to not scratch it.

Harry quickly exchanged a few words with the lobbyist and got us some keys to go in the bedrooms.

"You guys order some food before we go alright?" Harry threw me the key, "Room 333, third floor, I'll be on 332."

We all went into the elevator and clicked number three.

Even the elevator was fancy, the door closed after us and my sister succumbed to my side, I stared at myself through the mirror walls.

I had always been scared of elevators for some reason, they were so unpredictable, one moment they could fall, or it could just be a normal ride.

My thoughts shifted before they could turn into foreshadowing.

My eyes slowly shifted to the mirrored walls and locked onto the curly haired man beside me.

He looked exhausted, eyes dark and bloodshot, hair greasy and disheveled, his posture was slumped. He anxiously messed with his rings, twisting them vigorously, you could see them burn his skin with friction. The keys clanking as his anxiety coursed through his physical actions.

The elevator came to a stop and a bell dinged. We ended up in a hallway with floor to ceiling marble and golden accents. How rich were these people to be affording this type of luxury in a hotel.

"After you." Harry waved a hand in front of him, his other arm holding the elevator doors open.

"Thanks." Hestia and I murmured at the same time, stepping out with a half smile.

We walked a few doors down until we found the 333 room, unlocked it while Harry unlocked his room.

We all disappeared into our own spaces, my sister and I finally getting some time to talk about what had happened the past two days.

The room had two queen beds on either side of the room, all white and gold furnishing and bedding, there was flower carpets spreading along the floor, two yellow light table lamps on the bedside table.

Before we got to talking, both of us wanted to shower and eat something, it would be a matter of a few minutes, I could feel my exhaustion bubbling up and stacking like oversized books.

My sister showered quickly, she was in and out of the shower in ten minutes, hair sopping wet, a towel under her arms, eyes looking a but sleepy, but not as much as Harry looked in the elevator.

Surprisingly, the bathroom wasnt as fancy as the rest of the house, there was just a simple shower, countertop sink, toilet, and a smallish clawfoot tub I'd never get to use.

The cold tile floor made me hiss in discomfort, I turned the shower handle up to the red dot, I loved a hot shower.

I washed my hair with the shampoo offered by the hotel, some sort of peach cream shampoo and conditioner. It smelled good.

I probably spent a little more time in the shower then I should've, but I got out after fifteen minutes, putting on some clothes Harry grabbed from the thrift shop while my sister stared at the television mindlessly.

I had on some grey sweats. It was a bit chilly in the room, the sun was setting too so the winter sun wasn't heating us through the windows.

I sat on the bed and started to comb through my hair with my fingers, my sister beginning to braid her hair back.

We had yet to exchange words, the tension was nonexistent though, silence is what we did best together.

"They didn't hurt you?" I made sure it was the first thing I asked, if I'd forgotten, my sister would've never told me.

Hestia was a very direct person with people she has been around for long enough, she will surely tell you that those shoes look absolutely horrid on you, shamelessly.

It did make you feel bad, but honesty was key right?

"They didn't touch me. You were still asleep when I last saw you, some guy said they weren't allowed to touch us in any way."

"Yeah, good." That rule was broken with me, someone quite literally manhandled me, "You ate? Slept?"

She nodded to both those questions, "They're taking us to New York. Should we call the police?"

"No, no, listen..." I went on to explain everything I could possible remember from what I was told, The mafia system, Astraeus, Eos their children and how they related to the mafia, and how we were related to it.

My sister seemed to take it well, her expression remained neutral on the outside, listening intently.

She did question how much of this was true, and I tried my best to convince the both of us that if it wasn't true, we would be dead by now.

"And the guy? What is he?" She asked, about Harry.

"Harry is the mafia leader's son." I replied, "He is just escorting us right now. We are supposed to go with him."

"Hera, I'm taking a nap right now, alright?" She told me, going under the blankets to keep warm, "Tell me when it's time to leave."

"Alright, sleep well."

a/n
shit happened at home soz yall