I Dare You (Random Updates)

Chapter 3

Just as Uncle was about to speak an officer opened the door and walked in, "Miss Wren, glad to see that you are awake. I have some questions for you."

Isis looked at Uncle and the boys somehow managed to keep their masks on as they saw the irritation, yet proudness cross his face before she opened her mouth and started speaking in some language none of them recognized.

"Umm...." The officer trailed off in confusion.

"She's speaking Egyptian Arabic," Erica and Uncle said at the same time.

"Uh...can she speak English?" the officer asked.

"No," Uncle shook his head.

"Well, since you were on her emergency contact list, can you translate?"

"Not Arabic," Uncle shook his head.

"Then how do you speak with her?" The officer asked confused.

"Latin," Uncle shrugged.

"I thought Latin was a dead language," the officer said confused.

"It is," Uncle nodded.

"Then how—"

"Anyway," Uncle rolled his eyes. "Why is my niece in America handcuffed to a hospital bed and covered in bruises instead of happily living in Egypt?" he asked pointing a finger at her.

Just then the door opened, and a nurse pushed in a small hospital bed with a toddler sitting on it while sucking on a blue popsicle. He had matching wavy dark hair that was down to his chin and soft brown eyes that held sadness in them.

"Osiris Anubis," Isis beamed while yanking on the handcuffs. "Osiris."

"Uncuff her so she can hold her son," Uncle demanded.

"Sir, she almost killed a man!" The cop protested, "He is still in surgery, they aren't sure if he will survive, I can't uncuff her."

"You have two cops outside that door," Erica pointed out, "and from the wounds I treated on that little boy and her, I seriously doubt she did it for no reason. Now uncuff her so she can hold her son." The officer rolled his eyes but undid the cuffs and Isis beamed as Erica put the little boy on her lap and she immediately wrapped her arms around him and kissed his face making him giggle.

"Ich wollte ihn mit der gusseisernen Pfanne schlagen," she mumbled into the little boy's hair.

North choked on some air then coughed while slapping his chest to cover his laugh.

"What did she just say?" the officer asked.

"I don't speak German," Uncle shrugged while glaring at North.

"Well, what does she speak?" the officer asked in annoyance. "I need to read her the rights in a language she understands then I need to know what happened."

"Egyptian Arabic, Latin, German, and Italian," Uncle glared.

"Fine, I'll go see if anyone speaks that," the officer said before turning and leaving the room.

The moment it was safe Uncle looked down at her, "You MEANT to hit him with a pan, Little Jackal?"

"Actually, she said she meant to hit him with a cast iron skillet," North clarified.

"A cast iron skillet?" Uncle asked while a few of the men burst out laughing. Isis shrugged as Uncle rolled his eyes. "What are you doing in America, Isis?" he asked seriously. "I thought you were still in Egypt."

"discedere habui, Ankh. Laetus iam non erat locus," she said looking around the room.

"English, Little Jackal," Uncle shook his head. "I don't remember a lot Arabic or Latin and these idiots," he waved his hand over to the group, "they're family. It's okay, I promise."

She slowly, carefully sighed, "I had to leave, Ankh. It was no longer my happy place," she repeated this time in English.

"I can see that," Uncle said pointing to the bruise that was sticking out from under the neckline of her gown. "How long have you been here without telling me?"

"Couple days," she admitted. "Was looking but he found me first."

"A couple days?" Uncle asked, shocked. "Why didn't you call me immediately?"

"No phone," she shook her head then winced.

Uncle took a deep breath then slowly let it out to calm himself down. "What are the charges, Little Jackal? How serious is it?"

"Me or him?" she asked making Uncle let out an exhausted groan. "Fine, fine, Mr. Grumpy Pants, but just so you know I had every right to do what I did."

"And what exactly did you do, Isis?"

She frowned, "I hate when you call me that."

"Isis," Uncle growled. "This is serious."

She glared at him, "you don't think I know that, Ankh? I am very well aware how serious breaking and entering, trespassing, domestic disturbance, possession, and attempted murder is Ben Taylor."

"Holy fuck," Gabe muttered then gasped as both Luke and North elbowed him.

"Drugs Isis?" Uncle asked shocked, "Seriously?"

"It was weed!" She sighed loudly, "And it's for my fibromyalgia, anxiety, and depression! It's not my fault Texas doesn't let it be legal! It's a naturally growing medicinal plant! It has never been around Osiris and it was locked in a safe that the police broke open after the asshole told them I had drugs. It's not like it was acid or crack or anything like that. Chill out Ankh, it's in my medical reports of my health problems. I'm not back on pills, I swear, Auntie Erica has already tested me."

"She's telling the truth," Erica nodded. "I already explained to her that if we can get the charges dropped, she can move to Oklahoma and get her medical card. It's legal there and she will get approved easily for it."

"Alright," Uncle sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "What happened Little Jackal? I need to know everything if I have any chance of helping you."

"He hit Osiris," she said so coldly that the boys forced themselves not to flinch. "He hit my life."