So I know I've been a bad goddess but life just doesn't like me sometimes. But I got a new laptop and I've been dying to break in the new Word program. So here you all go! A nice long juicy chapter.
"Why hello to you to Cameron," said my father falling back into my mother's chair. The sight of him relaxing in this office, in my home, filled me with rage. He left us to go fight the Circle of Cavan, he isn't apart of "home" anymore.
"What is so important you're going to risk giving up your little disappearing man act?" I was scowling at him but he pretended not to notice.
"I had to tell you how to get into the city now didn't I. Couldn't leave my baby girl hanging out to dry."
"I'm seventeen. Not that it matters to you."
He frowned, "I know you're seventeen Cam. And it does matter to me. You and your mother matter to me more than anything."
"NOT MORE THAN JOE SOLOMON! YOU WENT INTO HIDING TO HELP HIM BRING DOWN THE CIRCLE SO HE COUL D GO ON WITH HIS LIFE!" I thought when these words left my mouth I thought I'd start to cry but I was running on pure adrenaline.
"I left to protect you and Rachel. Imagine how I'd feel if you got dragged into my mess because of my goddamn ancestors."
"We're family. Even better, we're a family of spies. We can't go a day without finding danger, the reason we survive it is because we have each other!"
His face seemed to sag for a moment but it became stony once again. "Blood under the bridge, I can't take back leaving. I can on the other hand, control the here and now. So right here, right now, I stand in my wife's office after breaking into a building with more security than the White House because I want to help you. Will you let me?" I thought about it for a minute.
"Might as well, we're going to need all the help we can get."
"The entrance is through the Washington Monument. In the old staircase there is a trap door about halfway up, a discolored piece of marble that you'll barely notice. Push in on it, hard and there will be a shaft, barely big enough for a fully grown man. Repel down to a staircase then follow the staircase down. Be careful it's booby trapped." I nodded, memorizing every word he said. I was focusing on memorizing it so hard I almost missed my father turn around and try to slip out the door.
"Hey! You can't leave! Why can't you stay?"
He turned back to me and put his hand on my shoulder, the world went fuzzy around the edges and I barely heard him whisper, "Because I'm just a ghost."
"Cammie…Cameron. Can you hear me?"
I felt a strong hand hold my wrist and a familiar voice saying, "She should be coming around any second."
"Correct as always," I said opening my eyes to Joe Solomon, my roommate's and my mother leaning over me.
"Now that you're awake I'd love to ask you why you're sleeping." I considered lying, but if we were all going to work together, might as well be truthful.
"A ghost did it. Napotine patch to the shoulder," I said nonchalantly, earning a few worried looks from everybody.
"Cammie, there isn't such a thing as ghosts," said Liz slowly, as if she were talking to a five year old.
"I meant what I said." I spoke with such finality that they didn't question me again.
"So now that sleeping beauty is awake, we can start planning out how to get to this eternal city thing. I think a big drill to the center of the reflecting pool will work." I looked around to see where this particular voice was coming from and saw why I had missed it owner in the first place. Zach was sitting on the arm rest of the couch I had somehow managed to get on.
"Good Morning to you too Zach." He kissed the top of my head and I could feel the stupid smile growing on my face.
I looked back to my mother, trying to knock the smile of my face. "We can't do anything yet, what about the rest of the term?"
She smiled softly down on me. "Term ended five days ago, you knew that."
I had known that, I just hadn't thought about it. Being chased by international terrorists, seeing your dead father and trying to break into a heavily guarded building can give a girl temporary memory loss.
"Then why wouldn't you let me leave your office?"
"I thought it would be better for everyone if we could keep you and Zach in one place." I scowled at her and she stifled a laugh. "Sorry Kiddo."
"Now that's settled can we get back to the mission at hand," asked Bex, who was bouncing on the balls of her feet. I laughed at my best friend and began to tell them all of what my father had told me.
"How do you know this," asked Macey, a skeptical look on her face. Zach cut me off, "Does it really matter, we know and that's what's important." Everyone was smart not to question us anymore. Even still I could feel their doubt seeping out of them, it was too much. Before I could process what I was doing I stood up and mumbled something about a bathroom and an exploding bladder and peeled out of there.
So to all you little worshipers. REVIEW! I'm having writers block about what will await them in the eternal city so some suggestions about that please!
Love To You All.