This Never Happened (Olympus Drive Chronicles)

Part .5 - Yes, I'm dead

So, my second wife decided to kill me. She poisoned me. A logical decision, really. See, she found out not only about my family, but also that I killed them, she found out before I did, in fact. So she decided the thing to do was kill me. Like I said. Really valid and at this point I would wish her the best of luck and tell her to do the same thing again.

Anyway. Yeah, no it didn't entirely work or you wouldn't be reading this. She did kill me. I did die. I am dead. But I'm also back.

So, longish story short, I kept trying to get out of hell. Because I'm an asshole (we did establish that). Anyway, remember how I said my biological father (or who I think is my biological father, no DNA test was done) is married to an actual witch?

Yeah. That is not the weirdest thing about him. Or the worst. Worst is, he has about fifteen other kids, from various women, all varying degrees of depraved and horrible. One particularly violent ADHD one slightly helped me get out of hell.

So.

That's what we're doing here. I died, got out of hell. And now I'm back with my maybe parent's family.

"So, it has come to my attention that you are probably my kid," my apparently biological father sat slumped in an armchair, sipping a sprite, legs crossed. He barely looked old enough to be my father. He had dark oily hair slicked back from a morose face. He was taller than I, but leaner, and usually wearing some form of a suit, usually with a velvet coat. Right then he was in jeans and blue button up, with a black vest. very formal for ten o'clock at night. The only thing that we are at all similar in is the eyes, his are a deep grey-blue, mine are  much lighter, but they're set a bit the same. His skin is a bit darker than mine, and as I said he's actually taller than me, almost awkwardly so; he's easily six six or seven, while I'm six two and thick, he's much leaner than I and slumps a bit like he doesn't like being in his own skin.

"Okay, why would I be though?" I asked, trying to get up.

"We found you in the Underworld," that's the ADHD person who found me in hell. He's pushing me back down into a chair as I try to get out of it. His name is Thyme, or at least that's what they call him. I learned it was spelled like that much later, but that's not important right now. That is how it's spelled.

"I do recall your mother," my father said, dryly. His eyes were red and bloodshot like he'd been crying. "And I am currently negotiating with my brother—" (Someone who looks absolutely nothing like him is in charge of hell) –"to get your life back as it was regrettably your step-mother's fault you died."

"I want my wife back," I growled.

"That's probably not going to happen, the only reason you get to come back IF you do, is because you're like me, you're strong," he said, looking at his phone.

"You mean weird," I said, quietly.

"Yeah, pretty much," he sighed, massaging his head, "Look, Hector said he let you go say goodbye?"

"Yes," I apologized to Neil for what happened. Told him goodbye. But that doesn't mean I'm planning on going.

"My brother has offered to put you somewhere peaceful---and if you don't want that –then you possibly stay here, but I don't know---I don't know right now how that would work," he said.

"I'm here just fine," I tried to get up again.

"No, you're not, nobody outside of this house should be able to see you—most mortals can't see beyond the veil," he said.

"Because you're immortal," I growled.

"Yep," Thyme, very affectionately, shoving me back down in the chair, "Come on. We're not so bad."

"Some horrible little girl shot me with a bow and arrow," I said, flatly.

"Luna has been informed she's sorry about that. She didn't know who you were and it's been an odd week. All right, now, my wife," glaring around a little like he expected her to materialize, "Is not here. This is not my house, but you can stay here for the time being as my wife is being counseled against her violence towards you."

"She murdered them," I growl.

"That isn't even the worst thing she's done," Thyme said, affectionately.

"I know. As I said I am dealing with that, you can stay here for now," my father said.

"I don't even know who you people are—why should I believe you're my father?" I asked, annoyed at everything in general at that point. "I have an actual family I should go to."

"Yes, but mortals can't generally see you so that's an issue—for now stay here."

"Bow and arrow girl lives here----why would these people even let me stay?" I asked.

"Ms. Velasquez does not mind you staying for now, because she is a nice person and tends to help," my father said.

"He's sleeping with her," Thyme said. Our father glared at him. "What? You are."

"Great, okay, fine, what, so I'm supposed to wait here until what---you tell me I get to be a real boy again?" I asked, very annoyed, finally slumping in the chair.

"Pretty much I---I'm sorry how this happened—,"

"Not as sorry as I am," I said, glaring daggers at him.

"I didn't know," he said.

"You still don't know. I'm too damn dead for DNA test," I growled.

"I---I'm sorry," he sighed.

"Sorry doesn't bring my kids back."

He turned and left.

"Just lay low?" Thyme said, ruffling my hair. I ducked away. "Miss Lisa should be back in a few hours with her twins. They're at a funeral for people my brother killed. I'm sure Luna won't shoot at you again."

"Right, bye," I said, because he was somewhat helping even if that statement didn't make sense.

I waited till the car left the drive, then headed out the window.

(what? I never said I made good decisions here).