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CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE
CUTE GUY WRONG TIME

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THERE'S A THIN line between love and hate.

For example, I love pasta. I can eat it for the rest of my life and never complain - especially since there are so many kinds of it. I love fast cars, especially convertibles; the thrill of passing everything around you while your surroundings blur and the wind hitting your face gives a type of happiness I could never explain. And I love my dad; if there was someone I would give my life to save it would definitely be him. Hence why I was taking part in this impossible quest.

However, hate is an extremely strong emotion and one I was feeling at that moment as my eyes met those of the God that started all of my problems.

But first, let's rewind to the moment before my unexpected entrance into the underworld.

After searching and finding a small motel near our location, I told them I would take the first watch since I had taken a nap in the car (and Cosmo really needed the rest after not sleeping for so long because of his concussion). It didn't take long for them to fall asleep and for me to get bored; I tried searching for something helpful like a new route or another village close to the gates of hell but my mind couldn't seem to concentrate on anything.

My thoughts had travelled backwards in time when everything was so simple that the only thing I cared about was making it in time for work and creating cute social media posts to attract more people to my dad's newspaper company. It had been fun, messing around with different colours and shapes and creating something that was almost always completely different from my original idea.

Those thoughts then led me to my dad, a constant and yet painful reminder of this quest. After a while of just thinking about our ups and downs, I decided to give him a call. Not really sure why but I hoped it would lighten the burden on my heart.

Getting out of our shared room and locking the door afterwards (I left a note for them in case they woke up before I got back), I walked aimlessly in the hallway with my phone beeping in my ear. It took merely three rings for him to answer.

"Em?" he sounded sad, miserably even and that made me close my eyes to stop myself from crying. "Is that you sweetheart?"

My lips turned upwards in a watery smile, "Yeah. It's me, dad,"

A choked sob sounded from the other side of the line and I pressed my lips together to stop mine from escaping my throat. "Please don't cry," My voice wavered as I took a deep breath to console myself.

"I'm so sorry, baby. This is all my fault,"

I paused in my steps, "What? Dad, no. This isn't your fault."

Another sob that broke my heart, "Yes. Yes, it is. If I had just stayed home instead of going to that stupid party, I wouldn't have met Aphrodite. Gods, I'm so sorry baby,"

My mind wandered back to Cosmo's apartment where I had overheard his and his mother's conversation. When they were arguing about the quest and in her anger, she had said some really hurtful words.

Sometimes I wish that I never met Hermes.

If I had just stayed home instead of going to that stupid party, I wouldn't have met Aphrodite.

Those two sentences were so familiar that they cut their way straight to my heart. I didn't say anything for a while, letting the words register in my mind. My silence seemed to trigger something in him because the next thing I know, he was quickly saying, "That did not come out correct,"