Bite Me

The Parents Pick

 

Forty One-The Parents Pick

“Your positive your not in pain?”

“Charles,” I groan, “for the millionth billionth time, I’m not in pain.”

Charles grabs my arm as we walk out of the hospital. Bart went home a week ago, so now it’s my turn. “I’m just making sure. The doctor said-”

“I don’t give a damn what the doctor said! All I want to do is go home.” I snap once we get to my car. Charles brought my car, and thankfully, it will only be him and I. So no awkward lap sitting.

Once we’re in the car, Charles in the drivers seat, he frowns. “Home? As in?”

“Your house?”

His whole face lightens. “Okay.” He puts the car in drive and we’re off.

“Why? What did you think I meant?”

“I thought you meant your condo. There’s no more Bones and I just thought you wanted to go to your house.”

I laugh. “Actually there is one more itty bitty problem. Your parents.”

His happiness flies straight out the window. “Oh yeah. About that…” He smiles sheepishly, “We have to go there in two hours. My parents said it’s time to pick the new ruler.”

“So you just now tell me about this, why?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. If I get chosen, that means I need to marry someone else. Damn rules.”

Pain tugs at my heart, but I brush that aside. There’s four out of five chances he wont be picked.

“I forgot about that.”

“I know.” He sighs and pulls into the driveway. “But come on, don’t worry about that right now. Just go see everybody.” He plants a kiss on my lips, then helps me out of the car.

We enter the living room, where everybody’s anxiously waiting for me. “I’m home!”

Everybody snaps their heads to me, grinning widely. “Nora!” The brothers go to hug me, but Nell slaps them away.

“She’s my sister!” She scowls, then wraps me in a bone crushing hug. “Your okay! Oh thank God.”

“Nell, I’m not gonna be okay if you don’t let me out of this hug.”

She gasps and releases her arms. “Sorry, not use to my vampire strength yet.”

I laugh and sit down on the couch. “Neither am I.” The brothers sit down next to me, probably exploding with questions on the inside. I haven’t told them what happened et in the woods because I didn’t want them to worry too much about me.

I sigh and go into the story of what happened after I ran away. The brothers listen like I’m telling an action story to eight year old boys. Oh wait, I am.

After my story, they stare at me with wide eyes. “Bones told you I was dead!? What an ass!” Bart curses.

“I told you he did already.” I point out.

“Yeah, but you didn’t tell me that he told you all those gruesome things!”

“Sorry. I didn’t want to worry you guys too much.” I shrug, putting my legs up Indian style.

Charles laughs. “Nora, you should have seen them while you were in the hospital for the whole week. Henry was freaking out so bad that he almost fucking fell in a well. We were coming to see you, and there was this well near by, and we stopped to make a wish in it, because of your sister.” He glares at her. “And Henry here, tripped over his own two feet and almost went head first down it.”