Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 43

Sol

I wake up in my own front yard, my hands gripping the earth desperately. No. Fuck. No. She did spell me. I knew better than to go down there like that. Now Hector's on the look out for me to do something like that again. And I didn't even get to say goodbye.

I walk inside, petting my wolf and closing the door carefully. I'm never gonna see her again. I won't get to say goodbye. And she won't remember I came back for her. She'll think she was there alone. She remembered me. She's not supposed to remember me. Helen's spell didn't do that.

Well, time to handle my problems like a Rhea. Get black out drunk and then sleep for about twelve hours and while the problems haven't gone away, I'll have a more present problem, a massive hang over.

"Sol---where you have you been?" my mom comes into the kitchen, wrapped in a robe, no doubt expecting my dad to be the one entering in the small hours of the morning.

"Nowhere," I say, getting a bottle of vodka from the behind the fridge, where my dad hid it when he was still drinking.

"What happened----what are you doing?"

"Don't feel like talking, mom," I say, walking back to my room.

"Don't drink all that---please—"

"Not gonna kill me. Really don't feel like talking, night mom."

"Sol---"

She says more but I put my Airpods in, playing Led Zepplin as loud as they go. Then I take off my bow, quiver, and jacket, to collapse on my bed and get black out drunk. The first drink taste horrible and I nearly choke. The third doesn't take like anything. Goes down like water. After a good third of the bottle I'm so light headed I lay back on the bed, letting it drop to the floor. My brain already hurts. But I can't think anymore. Mission accomplished.