Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Chapter 4

Luke

"Do you like living here?" I hate these social worker visits I really do.

Beckham nods, looking up at me. Not because he's nervous, but because he knows my phone is going off. I quietly break my phone in my pocket. My siblings can (theoretically, not in practice) function for ten goddamn minutes without me.

Grant casts me a glance as he hears my phone breaking in my pocket. I ignore him innocently.

"On your worksheet under things that scare you, you wrote 'auntie Helen'," the social worker looks at the little worksheet they made Beckham fill out. Thank god it's vague and does not encompass all the weird shit he's subject to.

"Yes she scares me," Beckham says, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Me too," Grant says, absent mindedly as he fiddles to silence his phone, which is now going off.

"My sister --they mean my sister she's stern with the children that's all. He doesn't get left over there we just go over for dinner sometimes when we can't avoid it," I say, quickly, trying to take Grant's phone to break it too but he won't let me.

Beckham nods, helpfully. He doesn't remember not living with us this process is ridiculous. He's been here since he was six months old it's not like he's at all disturbed or upset or anything he's clearly fine. He's shy around strangers but that's just who he is it's not like anything bad has happened to him.

"He also said his favorite thing to do is go to the ocean because his daddy controls the water," she says, looking up at us.

"Buddy, we said that was a secret," I mutter.

"You also said not to lie to my social worker."

"I definitely did not say that. We said lying is great sometimes."

"Atlantis is his favorite movie, they were playing, that's all," Grant says, smacking me in the middle of my back so I quit arguing with the five year old.

"Well good, so long as Beckham is still happy his therapist has said he's doing well---" the social worker is in no hurry to go.

"Yep, we are doing excellent now we're going to get off schedule it's rather late," I say, standing up to force her to leave. Grant shoots me a look while he continues to hide his buzzing phone from me.

"Bye," Beckham says, no love lost, going back to his model horses he was playing with before the 'surprise inspection'.

"Yeah thanks we get up awfully early bye--," Grant sees her out properly while I stand waiting to ambush him and take his phone.

"No—no you only want to break it," he says, hiding his phone behind his back.

"I'll take it out of the case I know you like that case," I say, generously.

"No! This is my fifth phone in as many months if you don't want to talk to your siblings I'll turn it off," he says, fiddling to turn it off.

"I really do not! They can function one day, one day, without some random crisis," I growl.

"Well history has shown that they can't. Come on, let's just have a nice evening," Grant says, finally turning the phone off and putting it back in his pocket. I kiss him and steal it anyway.

"Jerk," He says, laughing.

"I don't want to talk to anyone," I say, taking the phone out of the case and snapping it in half. "I want to be with the two of you, with no one random strolling in our house to bother us. We should just move. To somewhere that they don't know where we live."