Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

Reality

Zyphre’s Pov

She keeps looking at me, possibly waiting for me to say something. But I don't.

I want her to feel intimidated by our presence. She should fear us so she’ll be more compliant with the answers.

“What do you wanna talk about?” She asks furrowing her eyebrows.

I share a look with my brothers and they obviously are wondering the same thing as me.

Rather than being an obedient little girl and speaking when spoken to, she's challenging us to say something she doesn't like so she can talk back.

She has the balls to get pissed at us.

It makes me wonder if her dislike towards us is because she knows the truth about us or because she's bratty in general.

“We want to know what exactly happened?” Ares starts the questioning.

“Then I'm not the person for it. I don't know anything. He said he got shot so I got back home and then drove him here but he passed out right after.”

She's so composed now. The fear and panic from earlier is gone. All it took was the words “he’s fine” to calm her down. She must love him so much.

“You drove? Aren't you sixteen?”

“I can drive.” She doesn't elaborate on her answer.

Instead, she folds her arms over her chest, looking at us lazily. She's portraying how she'd rather be anywhere else but here, talking to us.

“That's illegal.” Hades comments with a stern face.

“Seriously?” She gives him a look of disapproval. “Do you have any other questions or can I go?”

She really wants to leave but I can't let her. We have to know any information that she could give us which could help us figure this out fast or if there's any chance of her involvement in the attack.

“Was he shot at home?”

“No. He went out for drinks with our neighbor Oliver. They do it once in a while. He must've gotten shot coming back home.”

“Do you think Oliver might have something to do with it?”

“No.” She says immediately. “We've known him and his family since we started living in the neighborhood right after I was born. He was my elementary school teacher and his family is also very nice. His wife is a social worker and like a mother to me and his son is my best friend.”

She sounds like she trusts people too easily. It doesn't matter if you’ve known them for years, it just takes a few bucks for people to change loyalties.

“When was he supposed to get back home?”

Dad always told us the supposed time which made it easy for us to sneak back in, which I'm pretty sure she planned on doing too.

“He usually gets back around five.” Hades simply nods.

It could only mean that he was shot while with Oliver and not when getting back home alone. I think we know where to start. Even if he and his family sound clean, we have to make sure they actually are trustworthy.

“When did you get the call?” I ask leaning against the wall and crossing my ankles.

“Around… 3:50.”

“And you said you ‘got back home’. What were you doing out at 3:50 at night?”

Her face fell but it wasn't fear of being caught like I had expected, it was anger. She didn't like that I was questioning her. She was offended at something that she shouldn't be at.