Welcome to my new story for Father's Day. If I get good reviews, I'll post the next part soon. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

-SOS

Part One:

"Percy?" he heard his mom call. He kept running, tears sliding down his face in synchronization with the pouring rain. "Perseus Jackson, come back here right now!"

"No," Percy coughed out. He could barely talk; the lump in his throat was choking him almost to death. He ran and ran, hardly able to see because it was three in the morning, and his eyes were filled with tears and raindrops.

From the corner of his eye, he could see his mom catching up to him. He loved her, he really did, but right now he wanted to be alone. Why? Because it was Father's Day, and he hadn't seen his father for a few months now. Poseidon was probably under the sea, or visiting Tyson and his other favorite people. But he hadn't visited Percy in a long time, and that bothered the poor boy. It was Father's Day, after all. Kids were supposed to spend time with their fathers, not be longing for them from far away.

He was almost to the river. On the banks was a lot of trash and mud, but Percy didn't care. He plowed through the litter and tripped over a piece of driftwood just as he was about to stop his running. Instead of halting, he fell face first into the dirty river.

But he didn't surface right away. He contemplated drowning. Maybe it would make my dad at least care about me, he thought, so he tried staying under for as long as he could. He couldn't drown, though; every time he was about to lose oxygen, an air bubble appeared around him.

Percy floated onto his back, and let the current carry him down the river. The water began to move faster, signaling that he was almost in the ocean. It started to taste saltier, too, and he inhaled it to feel more powerful. He knew, however, that it was all his dad's doing, and he would never really be powerful on his own.

"Dad," he called, swimming down into the depths. If he doesn't want to he my dad, then he won't answer to 'Dad', Percy reasoned. So he tried again, this time calling the god's name: "Poseidon!" The water gurgled loudly. Percy hoped it was his father, answering him. "Dad?" he said.

Suddenly, something lit up in the distance, like a beacon. Percy urged the water to push him towards it, and he traveled over spurts of water through the ocean. The beacon became brighter, and looked closer, but then when he was about to touch it, it moved farther away.

"Poseidon!" Percy screamed angrily. At that moment, he decided his dad was playing tricks on him. Maybe Poseidon wasn't even worthy of being his dad. Maybe if he hadn't met Sally, Percy wouldn't have been born. Maybe the world was better off if he hadn't been born. It was all Poseidon's fault.

He decided it wasn't worth it, finding his father. He stopped the water from propelling him any further, and let himself sink to the bottom of the ocean, landing next to a tire stuck in the ground.

"You're trash, little tire. Whoever owned you through you away 'cause you were done working for them. We're the same, though, tire." Percy sighed. "My dad doesn't care about me, 'cause I've saved him countless times and he barely thanks me each time. I'm just like you. He threw me away."

The beacon in the distance flickered, and then died out. Percy didn't notice. He was too busy feeling sorry for himself.

"I hate him! I hate my dad," Percy shouted, and then started to swim up to the surface. The water turned dark, and just as he reached land and crawled onto it, large waves began to crash against the shore. Percy didn't care. It was Father's Day, he was mad at his dad, and there was nothing anyone could do the fix that.