AN: Hi guys! I've decided to start my new series, "A Parent's". In this story, the mortal parents of the famous demigods we've come to know and love are telling the story- explaining their situations, reviving memories.
In this chapter, Thalia's mother is telling the story. I have no idea whatsoever what her first name is, so I'll make that up, with the last name of "Grace". So let's make her name... "Jennifer (Jenny, Jen, etc.) Grace", shall we?
~Eclipse of Athena
Thalia was a good child. Deep down, she knew that. But she was angry.
Why did Zeus have to give her this child, and just....leave?
To add to it, the girl looked nothing like her. She didn't have her high cheekbones, or her lucious brown hair, or her marvelous brown eyes. Instead, she had black spiky hair, electric blue eyes, and a fierce attitude.
Everytime she thought about that, she got angry. Her daughter could've been a movie star. But nooo, she just had to look like her father.
Why was she cursed with this burden?
She could admit she was a bit full of it. She could've admit that she was a wreck. But she didn't, and that's what her daughter resented about her.
Almost every night, she would swagger back home, her face wild, drunk. Thalia would look at her distastefully, and somewhere deep inside of her, Jennifer Grace felt ashamed. But that feeling would be interrupted by her drunkness, and she would collapse on the couch, a four year old Thalia looking scournfully at her.
She'd gotten another movie deal.
Thalia wasn't happy with that.
She was filming for six months, not spending a minute with her daughter. Again, somewhere deep inside of her, she felt ashamed. But more publicity was what she wanted.
She did not care what happened to Thalia, as long as she had a babysitter.
She dimly remembers one time she came home.
For the first night in her life, she wasn't drunk. But she was....well, "screwed up".
Thalia was five. She could now feel the hate radiating from her, but didn't try to do anything about it. A normal parent would try to get at least an inch closer, but she was not a normal parent. She was the movie actress parent of a demigod. To make it worse, she was an uncaring movie actress parent of a demigod.
She knew that wasn't right.
She knew she could do better.
Instead, she went to bars every night, trying to wash away her problems with alchohol. Of course it didn't work. She just got more wasted than before.
Thalia was five and a half.
One day, Thalia was taken to the doctor, to get a check up for the first time in five years.
The doctor talked to her, telling her that Thalia had ADHD and dyslexia. She fumed up. What would the paparazzi say if they knew?
At home, she beat Thalia. Her daughter was crying, no- sobbing. But she didn't stop. She repeatedly hit her, each blow harder than the other.
"Why do you have to be stupid, Thalia?!" she yelled, her voice clear over the sobs. "Daddy! Daddy!" cried Thalia, but that angered her more. "YOUR FATHER ISN'T COMING BACK-- EVER!" she bellowed, hitting Thalia even harder, if that was even possible.
Thalia continued crying.
"Why are you so retarded?!" she yelled. Thalia now had bruises all over her arms and legs, her face was scratched, and she had a black eyes. "I'm so sorry, Mommy!" cried Thalia, putting her arms over her head, trying to deflect the blows aimed there.
She finally stopped, and stomped to her room. Before slamming the door, she yelled viciously at Thalia, "I HATE YOU!"
That night, quiet sobbing could be heard from Thalia's room.
Thalia had turned six.
Jennifer Grace could now see that Thalia was beginning to have a rebellious aura, and she was determined to get rid of it.
One day, Thalia had met a boy in a Walgreens, and started talking to him.
"I'm going to run away," said the boy. Thalia's eyes widened. "You are?" she asked. He nodded vigorously. She pulled Thalia by the ear out of the Walgreens.
Thalia grew to be a brave girl, a trait that she could not get rid of.
So she treated Thalia like a pile of- never mind.
Thalia turned twelve.
"I hate you!" Thalia yelled, running out of the house. She was wasted, a drunk. Her cheeks weren't high anymore, but low, leaving her face with no image of what beauty it used to be.
She would've felt bad for Thalia, if she wasn't wallowing in self-pity. Now, she was going to live alone.
Forever.
The Fates were cruel, but she felt she deserved it.
I'm sorry, Thalia.
