So, this is the second chapter. It took a lot out of me to write and honestly, I'm not very happy with how it worked out, but well, I hope the next one will be better.

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Daughter of Broken Vows

Chapter Two

Three Knitting Ladies Terrify My Best Friend

The month after the Fury accident (as I had grown to call the day of the museum trip) was absolutely, unbelievably crazy. I mean crazier than my usual and my life is pretty fucking insane all the time. And that's saying something.

Most of my free time I spent inspecting the sword-pen that I now carried in my pocket at all times. I didn't let it out of my sight, though even I didn't know why. My intuition told me that something bad was about to happen and my intuition is never wrong, trust me. It has helped me escape punishment too many times to count already and I couldn't help but have faith in my senses.

I grew more and more unhappy with every passing day, my nerves straining to a breaking point. My temper worsened and I was sent out in the hallway almost every lesson. I snapped at my teachers when they asked me questions. I got into fights with anyone who dared to say something rude to me. Eventually they all started avoiding me. Well, except Grover. He stayed by my side, even though I had reached the point where I snapped even to him. I felt guilty (however surprising I sometimes feel guilt too) afterwards but he just waved off my apologies like I hadn't just called him- well, you don't need to know about my colorful vocabulary (and I'm not talking about the one I could use in English classes.)

Every single night I woke up with nightmares about bloody battles and scaly bat-like creatures with yellow teeth and sharp talons. I hadn't had bad dreams since child and I must admit it terrified me a little.

And on top of that, even the weather grew worse, as if mirroring my mind-state. Hurricanes, clouds and storms rolled over New York constantly - there haven't been even one sunny day recently, which made me wonder if the end of the world was coming or something. I mean this was so not normal. Even the scientists were helpless.

Honestly, I couldn't wait for the school year to be over, for the first time ever. I missed Sally, my adoptive mom. You would miss her too if you were at my place.

She's the nicest person ever, which kind of proves my theory that the best people have the worst kind of luck. Her parents were killed in a plane crash when she was a kid and she had to be raised by her uncle, who died from cancer, leaving her with no home, no diploma and no money at the age of eighteen. She says that I'm the best thing that had ever happened to her, but I couldn't help but doubt it. It's painful to admit but I certainly don't win the prize for the best daughter ever. I'm impulsive, over-violent and I've been kicked out from ten schools for ten years. Very much to be proud of, right? Hell no.

She had found me on her doorstep when I was just a baby and immediately took me in, even though she could barely hold things together. She has done her best raising me, working at two places at once, so she could give me a good life. And I was very happy with my life. Well, that was until she married Gabe, my step-father. Gabe is a dick. He's lazy and fat and spends all his time at the poker table, while expecting me and mom to serve him. He used to hit me when I was younger and Sally wasn't around, but stopped once I was old enough to hit back. He's the only reason I'm not usually keen to return home.

But this year was different. I was ready to put up with Gabe ,if it meant to be away from this circus where everyone claimed that Miss Dodds had never existed.

Speaking of Ms Dodds, I did a little research about what she turned into.

A Fury! A fucking Fury!

Let me explain why this is a very, very bad thing. According to the Greek Myths, the Furies are Hades' bitches, whom he sends to land to do his job. They are merciless and cruel creatures, that would stop at nothing to do their master's bidding.

And the worst bit - they were fucking real! If someone had told me I would never believe, but I had seen Ms Dodds with my own eyes that, according to the doctors, are in perfect shape, so the Fury must have been real, even though nobody claimed to have seen her.

Wait, wrong wording. Almost no one. You see, Grover couldn't fool me. That boy is probably the worst liar ever born and I've always known when someone's lying to me. Every time I mentioned Ms Dodds, there was an almost invisible tremor in his body and he quickly changed the topic.

The conclusion - he knew something that I didn't.

And yet, I didn't have time to ponder over it when our bus suddenly stopped. Smell of rotten eggs hit my nostrils and I grimaced, glancing at Grover who was returning to the city with the same bus as me. He just shrugged. The driver announced that the vehicle had broken or something and we could go outside while he tried to repair it.

I sighed and walked outside where it was slightly cooler. Grover followed me closely, like a guard dog or something. He had been behaving strange recently, but I paid it no mind, busy with other things. I glanced around for shade from the burning sun (yes it was actually the first sunny day in a month) and froze when I saw something clearly out of place. It was nothing that strange really, just an old-fashioned fruit stand, but it was literally in the middle of nowhere. Three ladies were sitting in front of it, knitting something that looked like an enormous scarf. The first one, that had a basket full of light blue yarn in her lap and measured it, was a middle aged woman with beautiful dark hair. The second was a very, very old lady that held pair of silver scissors in her withered hands. The third and youngest one was knitting furiously, as if her life depended on it.

I elbowed Grover in the ribs and nodded towards the fruit stand. "Grover do you see that?" I saw his eyes widen in something akin to terror and he grabbed my upper arm.

"Andre, get on that bus now!"

But I didn't hear him. My heart beat quickened and my stomach rolled into a tight ball, as a sudden wind appeared out of nowhere and blew past me. I felt some strange power in the air, pulling me straight towards the strange ladies. The one with the scissors looked up and met my wide sea-green eyes, beckoning me to approach.

As if under a spell, I tore my arm out of Grover's grip and crossed the road, walking towards the fruit stand. The women were all looking at me now and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand under their piercing gazes.

The middle lady picked up her scissors and held them over the blue yarn, still watching me.

"You must prove yourself, Andronica Jackson," She rasped out and I shuddered at the sound of her ancient voice. "To become the one you were born to be you must prove yourself." The scissors closed with a loud snapping sound, that echoed through the valley around. My heart clenched suddenly and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"You must prove yourself..." The knitting girl whispered, her voice muffled as wind blew past me once again.

I heard the roar of the bus' engine behind me and turned to see the driver clap happily. "Everyone back on board!" He exclaimed and I turned to look at the ladies again.

My eyes widened in horror. They were gone. The fruit stand was gone as well, leaving no sign that it had ever even been there. I stood frozen in shock. I knew I could have not imagined it. The echo of the ladies' voices still rang clear in my head.

"Girl are you coming or not?" The bus driver yelled at me and I crossed the road in daze, climbing into the vehicle.

"Percy!" Grover exclaimed when I collapsed on the seat next to his, his eyes wide with fear. "What happened? What did you see?"

I reluctantly told him of the ladies and the yarn, but some inward voice told me to keep their words for myself. By the end of the tale Grover seemed terrified. He rocked himself back and forth in his seat, pulling at his short, curly hair. "Oh no, oh no!" He was murmuring under his breath over and over again.

Seeing my best friend in such state made the wheels in my head turn quicker than before. It took me a while to realize why the whole scene had seemed so familiar.

Three knitting ladies. Blue yarn. Scissors.

"Grover were these the Fates?" I asked quietly, watching his head snap towards me sharply, as if he had suddenly realized I was there still.

"What?"

"Were those the Fates Grover? The Moirai? Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos." I asked again, this time more forcefully.

"Don't say their names!" Grover cried out,looking around wildly, as if expect something to jump out of nowhere. He calmed down slightly when there was no one and turned back towards me. "Andre, there are things you don't know about but please don't ask me about them. I can't tell you yet."

I frowned at his words but eventually sighed, settling into my seat comfortably, fighting to tame my burning curiosity.

Confession time: I ditched Grover as soon as we reached the bus station and took a taxi to my mom's apartment building. I quickly gave the driver his pay when he parked, glaring at him when he checked me out. I entered the old, rusty building started up the stairs to the third floor where our apartment was. The elevator was broken again.

I paused in front of the door, taking a deep breath to steel my nerves. It was early afternoon and I was pretty sure that Sally was still at work, which left me alone with Gabe and his buddies. Slowly, I pushed the door open, grimacing in disgust at the sight before me.

The kitchen table was covered with rubbish - empty beer cans, paper and thousand other things that I couldn't make out. Some of them had spilled even over the rug, which I was pretty sure had been a beautiful light brown color long time ago.

Four over-weight men were sitting around the table, holding cards. I easily recognized Gabe - he was the fattest and ugliest of them all. The three hairs on his head were brushed back, as if it made him look handsome or something. Ugh, it didn't work out so well.

I had to smother the urge to throw up, as the heavy smell of cigarettes, sweat and beer hit my nostrils. Instead, I walked in further, dodging the trash on the floor. All heads turned to look at me.

"So you're back." My step-father (the word left a bitter taste, even in my mind) said, his beady eyes lighting up. I bit back a growl as I sneered at him.

"Seeing you now makes me wonder why I even returned." I snarked at him, unafraid when he stood up angrily. My hand found its way to the pocket of my jeans, where I carried my pocket knife and the pen. I watched his eyes flash with anger.

"I would be more careful with what I say if I were you, girl. Your report card arrived early. You are expelled again."

I gritted my teeth. My hand convulsed around the knife. "You don't have around brain to be me, dick. And don't you dare threaten me."

To my pleasure, his eyes widened in fear when he saw that my hand was around the knife.

Once, about three years ago, I had seen him hit my mom. I got so angry that I threatened to slash his throat if he touched her again. He hadn't laid a finger on her since, but my words were still fresh, branded in that miniature brain of his.

"Gabe leave the girl alone." Eddie, one of the more sensible men, said, pulling Gabe, who quickly hid his terrified expression, back on his chair. "She just came home."

I nodded at Eddie gratefully and left the disgusting kitchen, walking straight to my room, which was thankfully free of Gabe's presence. Last year I finally decided to put a lock on the door, so no one, especially my step-father, could enter the room without my permission. I was the only one who had the key.

I dropped my duffel bag on the floor and collapsed on my bed tiredly. I couldn't wait to be eighteen so I could move out and away from here. I would miss Sally, but she could come to visit me. I would be finally free of Gabe's presence.

I didn't realize when I had fallen asleep but a soft knock on the door awoken me hours later. I shot up on the bed, my T-shirt drenched in cold sweat from my dream. I didn't exactly remember what the nightmare had been about, but I could recall a shadowy figure whisper something to me.

Shaking myself out of the terror, I called out for the person to enter. My mom's face peeked in and her mouth stretched in a warm smile when she saw me.

My adoptive mother is a beautiful woman with green eyes and wavy dark brown hair, that already had a few gray streaks in it. She's by no means old, only thirty-four, but having a troubled kid and a lazy pig of a husband didn't exactly keep you young.

I couldn't help but smile back at her, the thoughts of my dream immediately pushed to the back of my mind.

"Andre!" She called out, pulling me into a warm hug that felt so much like home. She still wore her work uniform and smelt sweetly, like the candy she sold in the shop where she worked.

I shifted so she could sit on the bed next to me.

"You're so grown up!" She exclaimed, looking at me. "Tell me everything. How was school? Are the teachers giving you trouble? Are there any boys?"

Did I tell you that my mom might be thirty but on the inside she's not much older than me? No? Well, I'm telling you now. Sally is like my best friend and though we do have a mother/daughter relationship, there are moments when we act like we are friends. She's the only person I share my secrets with, because I know she would never judge me.

"Mom, calm down!" I laughed but my smile quickly faded when I realized that the news were not very happy. Though she would never show or say anything, I knew she would be disappointed in me for getting kicked out of school again. "Mom," I said carefully, hating myself for being so wild and violent all the time. "I'm not invited to return to Yancy next year." I watched her sigh, her smile dimmed.

"It's alright Andre. We'll find you another school." She said and I couldn't help but wince at the thought of being the new student once again. That was the part I hated most. "Do you want to go to the beach?" She asked suddenly and I immediately sat up straighter.

"Montauk?" I couldn't help but exclaim. Montauk was the place Sally found me and it had always held a special place in my heart. I felt some kind of connection to that beach, different from my love for the sea. I know mom loved Montauk as well and every summer we went there without Gabe and rented the same cabin every time. Our cabin.

Sally didn't have to wait for my answer, reading my excited expression. She patted my hand gently. "Just give me some time to prepare dinner for Gabe and we'll be on our way."

My expression darkened when I heard Gabe's name, but mom gave me a look that clearly said 'be good' . I watched her leave the room, wishing there was something I could do to free her from Gabe that didn't end with me being in prison for murder.

So, that's it.

By the way, I know that in the PJO book the Fates are described as three old ladies, but according to the myth they appear different ages. Clotho (The one knitting) in the youngest, Lachesis is the middle-one and Atropos (the one that cuts the thread) appears as a very old lady. So I decided to use that. Hope you don't mind!

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