Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Chapter 63

Detective Stamos

"What—" Basil lunges for where his daughter was, only to get air.

"They're back in the Underworld," I predict. At least the lightening display cleared my head.

"What is the matter with you?" Rhea asks, grabbing Basil's arm heedless of the lightening which still shines on his skin.

"That is my daughter---"

"And for all that boy knows he's your son, you're as bad as your fucking sister, doin' that to him," Rhea says, shoving Basil's chest.

"Take that back-----he's sleeping with my fucking daughter---my little girl—she's pregnant for Lucifer's sake—" Basil cries, upset.

"Oh Jesus," those dumb ass kids. They really could have handled that better.

"Yeah and you're the only dad that boy has and you just hurt him. You truly think that girl would be with him if she didn't want to be? That was always going to happen, she is Life he is Death not even your storms were going to keep them apart! I fucking told you that. It isn't his fault or mine you didn't fucking listen," Rhea says, angry now.

"She can't----she can't do that she can't be down there," Basil says, shaking his head, "Not my little girl."

"Yeah, she is because she's not yours anymore. She made her choice, you saw her. She choose him. And she's always going to. You can like it or not," Rhea says.

"I'm not going to like it--- that is her uncle—"

"Not biologically," I point out, picking up a drink only for that huge dumb ass dog to leap on top of me and knock me down.

"Fuck," Basil sighs, looking up at the storm clouds for strength.

"You hurt him, seriously. She wasn't in her right mind or she wouldn't have been kissing him, he was trying to take care of her here. And your fucking lightening doesn't quit unless you make it you fucking know that and I think we both know you didn't stop willingly," Rhea says.

"Well, I'm not going down into that fucking place-----he can come back up if he wants me to get it off of him," Basil mutters, "He should have told me."

"What so you could torture him like you just did? He looked up to you I don't know which hurt him worse, the lightening, or knowing that you'd readily do that to him."

"He had his hands on my daughter---"

"She had her face in his----you're all the same, all equally stupid, I give up, the apocalypse is gonna be great really looking forward to it, at least I'll finally fucking die," Rhea starts walking off. I finally move the dog who keeps trying to lick my face as it sits happily on my chest.

"Dad---wait, look---I didn't want it to be true okay? I wanted her to be different from me and her mom and all the insane shit you put us through ---was that so wrong—--?"

"When it comes to torturing my little boy who thought of you as his dad, yeah it was," Rhea growls, as I jog up to join them. The music is getting louder.

"Fine. I'm always wrong great, glad you and everybody fucking else is here to tell me that," Basil mutters.

"We all screw up Baz, you just need to apologize to him that's it. You overacted-- it's this fucking place," I say, rubbing my face.

"Wait you're not surprised---you knew?" Basil asks, me annoyed.

"For one thing, they haven't been as subtle as they think they are, for another I didn't tell you because that was for them to do. It wasn't my place," I say, holding up my hands.