Chapter 2: The reason
A/N: Sorry for the delay but a whole lot of things have been going on, but I'm not gonna keep you anymore, here's the new chappie! Oh and thanks for the follows, review and the favourites.
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or any of its characters, Rick Riordan does.
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Annabeth's POV
My eyes glazed over as I remembered the dark times of my childhood…
FLASHBACK
I was up listening to my music and doing my homework when out of the blue I heard a loud crash and screaming voices which sounded as if they were trying to keep their voice down but failed to do so. I got off and opened my creaky door which emitted a loud groan. I cringed at the sound not wanting to disturb what was going on downstairs. I tiptoed outside on the landing and crept down the old wooden stairs. I sneaked to the adjacent wall of the kitchen from where the loud noises were coming. I pressed myself against it and peeked around the corner. I saw a blonde haired woman whose hair was up in a messy bun lean against the counter with her arms crossed, her back towards me. My mum. Then opposite her on the other counter leant a handsome man with swept back brown hair, with a rather scared expression across his face. He turned to look at the very spot where I was standing, but I quickly hid behind the stairs. I saw him come out of the kitchen, peer around and head back inside. I came out of my hiding place a cloud of dust all over me. On any other occasion this would have called for a bath but right now, I had a feeling wasn't the occasion. I went back and stood against the wall, listening but not looking this time.
I heard my mum ask, "What is your problem?"
"My problem? You're the one who ambushed me with a glass!" I heard my dad answer in exasperation.
"I know where you were last night," my mum continued, "And don't you dare lie to me!" she shouted.
"You mean sitting in office, answering phones while designing gadgets and being a dedicated husband!"
"How dare you?!" my mum growled.
"What do you mean? Why would I lie to you?"
"Maybe because you have something to lie about…" my mum trailed off
"Like what?"
"Don't act so innocent, you know what you did…"
"Would you please care to remind me"
"I came to your office last night, to surprise you, but you weren't there. So I asked your best friend and colleague, Adam, but he had no idea either," she took a deep breath, "so I walked back thinking maybe you had already gone home, and I was too late. But I took the short way home, you know through the hedges and various bushes ad I saw you… with her… I couldn't believe it! My husband with another woman, I thought I was hallucinating and guilt bearing over me I treaded back home. And I waited for hours for you, then finally at midnight you returned, all happy, and smelling like… a woman's perfume which definitely wasn't mine… why didn't you just tell me.." I heard her choke on what sounded like tears, "you didn't love me anymore and you wanted to be with someone else…why did you detest me so much that you wanted for me to find out like that…"
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry? You think that will fix what I saw…" then I heard the worse thing any child could ever hear, their mothers heart broken weeping.
And then just like that, it suddenly hit me, my dad had cheated on my mum, and this would mean that they were going to get a divorce. My 11 year old head swam and suddenly I wanted to throw up the dinner I had eaten. I ran from there, past my parents, past everything, not being able to see clearly I yanked open the door, and sprinted out into the yard in front. I plonked down and sobbed for hours, the salty tears running out of my eyes and into the corners of my mouth. I lay there hoping someone would follow me and tell me this was all a nightmare, but no one did… the lights remained on the whole night, the birds chirped sadly as if muddled in the misery as well, the house remained silent no more shouts echoing from it and I gradually fell asleep the last tear rolling down my cheeks and into the finely trimmed grass...
END OF FLASHBACK
A/N: Hope you sobbed! And liked this emotional piece! Thanks!
