Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Chapter 56

Anna

I feel slightly less hung over, which is a good thing. I'm still worn out though. I don't get it I've never been this sick from alcohol. My only consolation is, Jace clearly is having a worse time at life than I am.

"Did you get stabbed?" he's holding a cloth to his neck and trying to stop the  blood flow, the cloth is brown and black with dried blood. Also he looks like he's been set on fire.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he says, leaning over the sink not at all fine.

"Who is that?" Thyme asks, I'm talking to him over the phone. He asked me to call him, said he needed help with something.

"It's the homeless person my mom adopted; it just came home," I explain.

"Oh, okay, I stabbed three people yesterday if one of them was yours I'm sorry," he says, very reasonably.

"Okay, why?"

"Varying reasons, anyway can you help me? My brother texted me--- a friend of his is coming to stay for a few days and I'm supposed to get her stuff and I don't know what a girl would want," he says, with the unmistakable sound of a window opening.

"Well, I do, but the safest thing to do is ask her mom."

"Negative mother is not helpful, what should I be looking for? I have a duffel bag? I mean I realize she's gonna want clothes," he says "But my sisters are kind of weird so I don't know if I know what regular girls would want because all that's coming to my mind is weapons."

"All that ever comes to your mind is weapons---clothes, underwear just grab all underwear that isn't folded neatly," I advise, "And anything on her bedside table that's gonna be comfort items, and then shampoo, conditioner, and any cream bottles sitting out don't question how many there are."

"Cool, cool, thanks----what about toys? There's a teddy bear in the bed I'm bringing that."

"Excellent, you may need to facetime me for the make up stuff," I say.

"I can't off of Wifi. I have a flip phone. My parents thought it would make me commit less crimes."

"Aren't you technically breaking and entering right now?" I ask.

"Who are you talking to?" Jace asks, upset. I wave at him to shut up.

"I mean the girl who lives in this room wants me to be here so I'm almost not committing a crime-----—what about shoes? I'm grabbing these slippers they look soft."

"Yeah do that, and any shoes by the door—do you have a big enough bag? Also there should be a laptop or notebooks or whatever she does to relax," I say.

"Laptop got confiscated, that's the problem, I may go steal it back I dunno," he says.

"No just get in and get out as you do this not at all legal thing," I sigh.

"No, really, who are you talking to?" Jace asks, upset.

"Shh, tend your stab wound—did you get set on fire?"

"Oh shit that might actually have been me," Thyme says.

"I'm so concerned that's a 'might have' but focus," I say, "Go on to the bathroom."

"Focusing, focusing,--ah shit someone is coming," he says,

"Hide!!" I hiss.

"Too late—"

"WHO ARE YOU???????????" a religious sounding woman, screaming.

"Jesus Christ. Didn't I tell you I'd be back?" Thyme, without missing a beat.

"You are so dumb," I tell him.

"Sorry Gabriel, got to go, I've got to talk to some sinners," he hangs up.

"Who was that?" Jace asks, as he wraps up his neck using gauze my mother no doubt gave him.

"This guy I'm seeing, what happened to you?" I ask.

"I was attacked," he says.

"Yes I had figured that much out----you know what I don't care. I think my man is going to need assistance," I say, standing up and going to find my keys.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" my mom comes in from the garage, carrying groceries.

"I was attacked," Jace, self righteously.

"By the sun?????"

"Actually yes---Anna wait where are you going?"

"Probably to bail a friend out of prison, bye."

"I have asked you not to leave—"

"Are you sure you're okay?" my mom asks while trying to apply another towel to Jace's bleeding neck.

"Positive, bye now."