At The Lotus Casino, Again
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or anything that is famous in this work. It is merely a fictional story to entertain you.
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"C'mon Pipes!" Jason begged. "It's for Percy's birthday. You won't have to drink if you don't want to." That caught my attention. Jason was usually intent on getting me wasted for sex. He must really want me to be there.
"What's the catch?" I asked cautiously.
He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Why do you always think there's a catch?" The tiredness in his voice aggravated me.
"Because there always is!" I tried to keep the anger out of my voice, but some seeped into my tone.
"Don't you trust me?" He shouted.
"Yes I trust you! Why do you think I've dated you for five years?!" I shot back.
"Because I'm a Child of the Big Three! You want to be popular too! It wasn't enough to be a Child of Aphrodite, one of the Seven, defeat Gaia, oh, and let's not forget the fact that your Daddy is a big movie star. It's not enough for you."
"WHAT!?" I screamed. He knew sure as hell that I hated all of that. Well, except defeating Gaia.
"You heard me." Was all he replied with, crossing his arms.
"What about Annabeth? She's dating Percy."
"They broke-up remember? She thought they were better off being friends." He said condescendingly.
"Get out." I said through gritted teeth, pointing at the door.
"Excuse me?" He asked affronted, his head jerking back like I'd slapped him. And believe me, it was a tempting offer.
"You heard me." I said mockingly, taking his line and throwing it back in his face.
"Screw it. I don't care if you go or not." He grabbed his jacket and walked out of my room. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at the door, closing it. I walked over to the pillow with the intent to put it on the bed. Instead I ended up slipping down the wall and leaning against it. I tilted my head back and wondered where my life has gone. Jason and I used to be happy. After Isabella was born, everything went downhill. We started arguing more, we kept hanging out with other people, we didn't spend nearly enough time with each other. We lost the happy couple façade that we worked so hard to keep after people started breaking up. We promised each other to not be that couple that always fought. He promised…
"He promised!" I yelled. There was a knock at my door.
"Mummy?" Isa's voice came from the other side of the door. "Are you okay?"
I got up, wiped my eyes, and put the pillow on the bed before opening the door. "Yeah hon. I'm fine."
"Why are you crying? Where's Jason? Why were you shouting?" She pulled on my sweats nervously.
"Jason left sweetie. We had another argument. He's not coming back." As I said that, another wave of tears came upon me.
"Mummy? Are you sure you're okay?" She looked up at me with her kaleidoscope eyes.
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "Yeah kiddo. I'm fine." I smiled and bent down. "Do you wanna visit Sally?"
"Grandma Sally?" She asked hopefully.
"Is there any other?" She started jumping up and down excitedly. "Calm down." I ruffled her hair. "We have to get you dressed in daytime clothes!"
"Okay. Then Grandma Sally?" Her eyes sparkled with childish excitement.
"Yep, then Grandma Sally." She raced off to her bedroom. I walked to the kitchen and got out a rum bottle and two shot glasses. I heard her feet thumping towards me so I quickly hid the alcohol. She came in a moment later. She was wearing the blue dress Sally gave her for her 5th birthday, a few months ago, with a little black sweater that Paul gave her and black Mary Jane's to tie the outfit together. Looks like she inherited more from Aphrodite than I thought. "Someone's dressed up. Ready to go?" She nodded excitedly and handed me my car keys. I scooped her up and set her on my hip. I put on some flip flops and walked out to my Ford Fusion. She jumped out of my arms and ran to the door, pulling at the handle.
"Mummy! Unlock it!" After she heard the click, she wrenched the door open and hopped in. I walked around to the driver's side and got in. As I started the engine, Isa started rambling and I thanked the gods I decided to move fifteen minutes from the Jackson's.
"Thanks again Sally!" I called out over my shoulder. She smiled while closing the door. I pulled out my phone and saw I had seven hours to blow before hitching a ride with Rey and Clarisse. I texted them both to meet me at my apartment in ten minutes. Reyna was in New York because of Ethan, whom Nico managed to raise from the dead, whose birthday was two weeks before. I started the car and drove home, praying to the gods that he wouldn't be there.
"Okay Piper Chopped Stockings, what's up?" Clarisse oh so graciously greeted me.
"Hello to you too." I responded sarcastically, opening the door wider so they could walk in.
"Whatever," she snarled back.
"Pipes, what's wrong?" Rey asked, noticing my red, puffy eyes.
"Wait till we sit down," I begged. She nodded and I led them to the sofa. "So," I started. They both turned to look at me. "Jason and I had another fight and we broke-up. I think our fighting woke Isabella up from her nap because she came to my room soon after he left. I just dropped her off at Sally's."
"Did you tell him?" Clarisse inquired.
"No, I didn't." I sighed.
"Why?" Reyna asked.
"Because he doesn't deserve to know that Isa is Drew's kid, okay?" I burst out. "He doesn't need to know and that's final. Now, who want's some rum before Vegas?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.
Author's Note: Isn't Jason just delightful in my stories? I mean, he's always so nice and fun hmm? Also, I apologise to any Jasper shippers here but to be honest, you should've seen it coming. This story is Perper after all. Anyway, have a good day and don't forget to share your thoughts in the little box down below. Adios!