Hi, guys! This is just a one-shot. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan
There was nothing special about today. The sun was shining like it did every day. The breeze gently tugged her spiky hair, and leaves crunches under her feet as she stepped out the door for the last time. It was the last time she would ever refer to that monster as her mother, and hopefully the last time she would ever see the woman again. When she found out about Jason, she had gone into a fit of rage, kicking, screaming, biting, until she eventually became exhausted and fell asleep. When she woke up, she was home and Mom was passed out on the couch again, drunk.
That was the last straw.
A normal person would be horrified at them self for giving up their own child out of spite, but no, not Beryl Grace. Instead, the pathetic excuse of a human being had driven home and gotten drunk again, after dumping their other child on the floor, asleep.
The young girl descended into another fit and, in her anger, flipped the table. From there, she broke all the plates and her mother's precious glasses that she drank whiskey from when she didn't feel like downing it from the bottle. The small child destroyed everything in sight, leaving holes in the walls, breaking dishes, throwing things and screaming. She let the tears fall as she fell to the floor, her collage of a broken life surrounding her as she struggled to breath, her chest heaving as she kicked and squirmed, still not content with the amount of money her poor excuse of a mother would be forced to pay to fix it all.
Her head snapped up as a figurative light bulb went off in her head. She could leave. Never look back. Go where ever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She could be free. She scrambled to her feet and dashed up the stairs, taking care to break any pictures on the walls that her mother was in. Grabbing a bag, she collected all of her prized possessions, stuffing them in, along with several hundred dollars she had stolen from her mother and a collection of food and water kept under her bed for nights when Beryl was drunk enough to hurt her when she tried to sneak into the kitchen to eat and maybe get something slightly mashed for Jason. She grabbed a few pictures and stuffed them in as well.
She was turning the door handle when she stopped. There was one more thing she had to do. She turned to her mother, still asleep on the couch.
"I hate you." She spat.
Her hand rested on the door handle before she heard a small groan. The monster was awake. The couch creaked and groaned as the woman shifted. She spotted the girl at the door. Her face scrunched up. Maybe in confusion. Maybe in disgust.
"Whatt're yoo doin'?" She slurred. The girl clenched her jaw in anger.
"I'm leaving." She said. Now her mother looked surprised, even in her drunken state.
"Yoo can' leave." She mumbled as she swayed. The girl turned looked over her shoulder and glared at the drunk woman.
"Watch me." Thalia snarled. She slammed the door.
Beryl Grace fell over back onto the couch, fast asleep.