Aphrodite's Daughter

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

            “What?” My voice came out as a whisper. There was no way my dad could be dead. I mean, shouldn't I have felt something some deep sense of loss and despair.

            “Isabella we need to go now. They know where you are and are coming to kill you.” Rage burned through me. I had to see for myself, and when I found out he was lying, I was going to rip him to pieces.

            “No.” Something inside me shattered, but instead of crippling me, I felt stronger. He tried to grab me, but I punched him hard. Something in my hand broke, but it only throbbed for a minute before the pain disappeared. I clenched and unclenched my hand, waiting for pain to shoot through my arm, but it didn't. There wasn't even a bruise on my hand.

            Andreas was out cold and I took my chance to escape before he woke up. I tried to make sense of what was happening to me, but refused to believe that my mother was some sort of mystical being. Jogging through the forest was surprisingly easy and I managed to find my way out in no time.

            When I finally reached my street, I prayed that Andreas had been lying. Almost all the lights where on in my house and I tried to make myself breath. Maybe that meant he was OK. The door was unlocked and I tried to slow my racing heart.

            I entered the family room first and noticed that the TV was still on, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “Dad?”

            No one answered. Fear and dread started to creep its way through my body. What if he wasn't lying? No, you can't think that way.

            I forced myself to stay positive. That is until I opened the door to my dad's bedroom.

            A dark figure was sitting on the side of the bed holding a a broken picture frame. I recognized it immediately as the one my dad kept on the side table beside his bed. It was the one of us on my fifth birthday. I was on his shoulders and had cake all over my hands.

            “Daddy?” The figure didn't move, and a chill went down my spine. I was standing in the door way, but I noticed a lump on other side of the room not moving, not breathing. I ran to the body and all my fears came crashing down.

            “Daddy!” Tears rolled down my cheeks and I rolled my dad. He wasn't breathing and his eyes were lifeless. I shook him a couple of times begging him to move, wake up, something. But he never did.

            I backed away until my back hit the wall and I buried my head in between knees. Andreas wasn't lying. My dad really was dead, but that means....

            I looked up and saw the figure had moved and was now standing in front of the door way blocking my exist. “Hermes.”

             His name came out as a whisper and a sensuous moan rolled off his lips. His eyes were gold and bright like the sun, but his hair was bitch black. The rest of his features were covered by the darkness in the room. The only light was coming from the hallway and streetlamps.

            “You even smell like her. Killing you will be such a shame, such a waist.” Like who? My mother maybe? He began to walk towards me, but instead of fear, I was outraged. This bastard killed my dad and now he had the nerve to threaten me.

            Suddenly an idea crossed my mind. I stood up and he looked taken back. Still the only thing I had on was a blanket and before I could change my mind... I dropped it.

            Hermes eyes went wide. I tried to hide my embarrassment by smiling seductively at him. I took a cautious step towards him, but when I realized he was too distracted by my body, I continued to walk towards him.