Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Chapter 9

Thyme

"This is absolutely ridiculous!"

"I know!"

"They agreed to take you far away--- to somewhere you could shoot at and kill people!"

"And then they send me back!"

"For killing people ----like-- that was why we gave you to them!"

"It doesn't make any sense!"

"Not at all! I'm really disappointed is there someone we can complain to!?"

"No, apparently not. I tried it isn't fair! I was trying to help them and do something good and they send me home after they promised I could be there for six more months! I was getting shot at everyday for a while there!" I say, completely upset. I'm so glad my dad came to pick me up at least he understands me and how I feel right now unlike---

"Well I'm glad you're home," my mother says, petting my short hair, "We need to get you some better clothes---is that a gun? They don't let you have those on the airplane?"

"They do if you don't go through security," I say, as my dad continues to hug me tightly around the shoulders. He smells comfortingly of wine and that good aftershave that Detective Stamos gives him for the pagan winter-time festival. 

"You're a mess, and you're so thin and tan, poor boy I'm glad they sent you home," my mother says, hugging me again.

"I'm not," I mutter.

"Neither am I. I'm sorry, We'll find you something productive to do with your time maybe you can join a different military," my dad says, very nicely. 

"Do you think that would work?"

"Potentially not, but if you showed up and started wearing their uniforms and helping would they necessarily care?"

"I can do a great French accent!"

"Perfect. I think France is fighting somewhere let's find you a flight," my dad says, patting my back.

"People in France don't just speak in a French accent you complete idiots," my mother says, grabbing both of our arms, "We are getting your bags and you are coming home to rest."

"Wait they don't? Are you sure? Why do they call it a French accent then?"

"She could be right. Maybe they have a different accent."

"Damn," I sigh, annoyed. At least my dad is trying to help because he loves me and cares about how I feel. "Wait they speak English in England don't they?"

"I would assume so but let's ask Dara when we get home I think she was coming up with a plan for you that doesn't involve Winfell," my dad says.

"Oh perfect," Dara's plans always work.

"You are not going anywhere. You are coming home with me where it's safe. I hate you so far away," my mother says, kissing my cheek.

"Damn," safe. I hate safety. I'll have to just start a gang war. "Do you think Detective Stamos would actually be mad if I started a gang war again?"

"Yes, that is something I think would drive him over the edge considering Winfell didn't have any gangs apparently before you were involved," my dad sighs.

"I know," It's so boring there. "Maybe Dara has a plan to conscript me into another military. You're right though---if I show up with a gun and start helping are they really going to question it?"

"No, and then they won't have authority to send you home either that way," my dad points out as we wait by the baggage carousel.

"Dad, you're brilliant!"