Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

A month

Hades' Pov

Dad's relaxed expressions drop and he looks around like he's trying to recall what exactly happened. We wait for him to speak but obviously the girl couldn't stay quiet for long.

“Don't stress yourself. If you can't remember, it's okay. You should probably rest.” Nobody asked for her opinion but she gave it anyway.

“Actually dad, it would be better if we know sooner than later.” Ares adds.

“Um… I was getting a bottle of gin from the store. The parking was isolated and it was late. I didn't see anything.” Something seems off. The way he said it-

“So it happened in the parking lot?”

“Yes.”

“How did you escape?”

“I got in my pickup truck and dashed from there at full speed.”

“They didn't follow you?” I asked.

“I don't know. I wasn't looking who's behind me. I was too busy trying to stay alive.” He sounds annoyed now.

“Oliver wasn't with you?” The girl is doing an investigation of her own. It's probably a fun topic for her.

“No, he left earlier. I was coming back home as well.”

“But why did you stop to buy alcohol then?” Zyphre asks raising an eyebrow.

Dad's mouth parted slightly like he wasn't expecting a follow up question. “I thought I should buy some for later.”

“How many people were there?” Ares questions.

“Two, uh no wait, maybe five. I'm not sure, I passed out right after.”

“But she said you drove back home.”

He looks anywhere but us as he answers. “That's correct. I just don't really remember how many there were or how it happened. I wasn't even wearing my glasses-”

“But then how did you drive without-”

“Gosh! Stop stressing him out. If he's saying he doesn't remember than don't force him to overwork his brain. He's just woken up.”

Although I'm incredibly pissed at how that girl decided to cut me off but this is the first time she's said something right.

Dad needs to rest. The fuckers who are responsible for his state will pay. But right now our main priority is to make sure our father is alright.

“You can rest here. We can all wait outside.” Zyphre offers.

“No. I want to go home.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“I think it would be a better idea if you rest for a few hours before you travel again.” I suggest.

“I'm perfectly fine, boys.” He said dismissively.

“But we need time to figure out what to do next.”

“I don't care, I’m getting homesick.”

I raise an eyebrow in question. Even if our dad is emotional, he’s equally practical. He would never behave so childishly and not grasp the seriousness of the moment.

“But dad-”

“Enough, I'm going home and that's final. Either you drive me or I'll drive by myself.” He said sternly.

That's the dad we grew up with. He's sweet but strict when we don't listen. Even now that we're older and mature, he still thinks only he knows the best and would reject most of the ideas we come up with.