༄ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, grover underwood

5. 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢

𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

Me and my dad were sitting on the couch, eating dinner, a random show playing on the TV. I was focused on it, even though it wasn't very interesting, I just wanted to look at something other then the window.

My dad takes his and my plate to the sink when we both finish. He then starts doing the dishes, as I can faintly hear the sink running in the background.

Maybe about 10 minutes later, my dad joins me back on the couch, and pauses the show. I whine.

"Hey! I was watching that!"

My dad chuckles, and looks at me.

"I know, buddy. But first I need to talk to you about something."

He says. I raise an eyebrow.

"..."

"You aren't in trouble, I promise. I just want to know what happened at Yancy. That's all."

My father reassures me. I sigh lightly, stare at the ground, so I don't have to look at him, and I tell him.

"..Me and Grover were eating lunch.. and Nancy had came over with her friends, and asked me to read off a paper that said 'Loser!'. I blushed, and her friends were laughing. She told me that I wasn't supposed to be at Yancy because I couldn't read. I got mad, and all of a sudden Nancy was agaisnt the fountain and her head was bleeding. I don't know what happened,"

I say, and my dad nods. I get scared I'm gonna get in trouble and add on.

"Dad, I swear on my life I didn't push her, I-"

"I know, kiddo. I know you didn't."

He reassures me, reaching a hand up and gently placing it on my face.

"Do you know what she was saying to you?"

Sometimes, in my head, there's this... voice that tells me I should do something, and before I know it, it happens out my control. I've told my dad about it, but I never told him she was a girl.

I look up at my dad.

"...She? How'd you know it was a she?"

I ask. My dad sighs, and takes his hand off my face.

"Do you know why we come to this cabin every year?"

He asks.

"Yeah, because it's cheap. Dad, what are you talking about?"

I press. My dad sighs again.

"We come here every year because this is the place I met your mother."

I pause at the mention of my mother.

My dad told me that when I was really little, too young to remember, my mom got stranded on a island and never came back. Not dead, just stranded.

"I met her, right on the beach out there."

My father points at the window, where the beach is visible.

"She was.. wise. Smart. Kind and honest. When I first met her I knew she wasn't like any other woman I met before."

He says. I don't interrupt, but I am still very confused what this is all about.

"The reason she was unlike any woman I've ever met is.. because.. she's not a woman at all. She's a Goddess."

My dad says. I stare at him for a good minute.

"A Goddess? So, like, Jesus' wife or something?"

"Wha-... No! Not Jesus' wife. A Goddess. Kaylee, those stories? About all the Greek Mythology, the God's, the Goddesses, all of that? It's all real."

"Dad-"

"And I've told you, sometimes gods and mortals have children called demigods, also called half-bloods."

"Dad, please stop."

"You are a half-blood, Kaylee. But your unlike the rest. You aren't half-God. Your half-siren."

He tells me, and I am absolutely floored.

"No,"

I say, standing up from the couch.

"I understand it's a lot to take in, but, Kaylee, listen to me-"

"No! I'm not a demi-god, a siren, I'm not anything! I'm not, dad!"

I protest. There's a knock on the door.

"Mr. Davis? It's me, Grover!"

I stare at the door. Grover.

My dad sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, muttering something along the lines of "He's too early", and gets up to open the door for Grover.

Grover steps in, dripping wet.

"Okay, so, I heard that there's gonna be a Minotaur around here soon, and I just wanted to come see if you were here."

"Grover-"

I try and butt in, staring at his lower half of his body, which is a.. goat.

"I'm not panicking, and you shouldn't be either. I'm pretty sure we will be-"

"Grover!"

I shout, interrupting him. He looks back at me.

"What!?"

"Why do you have half a goat in your pants!?"

I shout at him. He looks down at his legs, then back up at me.

"...Oh! He didn't tell you about me?"

He asks, then looks at my dad.

"You didn't tell her about me?"

"..Your early."

My dad simply says.

Grover then looks back at me, with a sheepish smile, as if that will get rid of the fact that he's a literal goat thing.

"..So the important thing is not to panic."

He says, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Panic about what? What's going on?"

"Let's go."

My dad simply says, brushing past me and Grover to get outside. Grover just looks at me, then shrugs.

"Come on. No more time to waste, right?"