Summary: "Dad, it's Percy. I know him better than you do." "Well, that's an accomplishment, now isn't it?" he gave a sarcastic remark. Annabeth and her father's relationship is put to the test, what will happen in the end?

AN (1):Recommended music: Love Is Not A Fight by Warren Barfield

AN (2):Okay, I know what you all may be thinking, I have portrayed Annabeth's father as a terrible man, but I wanted to show that her and her father's relationship was and is broken. Please don't hate me! This is really how I want the story to go, so please stick with me as I figure out exactly where I do want it to go! R&R!

Fighting For What You Believe

"Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it." - Swedish Proverb

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"That's actually what I came here to talk to you about." Annabeth admitted. She felt her breathing become hitched and the bag over her shoulder felt like it weighed more than the sky. She lightly touched the grey streak in her hair, thinking of Percy and what she now had to tell him. "You haven't seen the morning paper yet, have you?"

"Why?" he asked, his face showing concern.

"Something has happened." Annabeth opened her bag, pulling out the newspaper she had bought at the train station. She held it to her chest, closed her eyes and breathed in and out. She opened her eyes and spoke, "I'm sorry to be telling you all of this at once, but I needed to tell you before anyone else did." She placed the paper on the table and turned it so it was facing him. Her father picked it up and his mouth formed an O. His hand covered his mouth in shock.

"Annabeth…" his voice trailed off.

"I know, I know," she sighed, placing her head on the kitchen table. "I didn't know anything about it-"

"Is that Percy?" Francesca was now looking at the paper, her eyes wide.

Annabeth nodded, "Guys, I'm so sorry. I didn't know this would happen. Neither did Percy. His fiancée was the one who did it-"

Her father cut her off and threw the paper on the table, "His fiancée? Annabeth, you were asking for trouble when you went and slept with this boy you thought you knew so well, but barely knew at all."

"Dad, it's Percy. I know him better than you do."

"Well, that's an accomplishment, now isn't it?" he gave a sarcastic remark.

"Dad, you can't think that you raised me to be some-some-some," she felt tears wanting to escape her eyes, she tried to force them back but after her father spoke one word they came crashing out of her eyes.

"Slut." He finished.

"Fredrick," Francesca spoke in a small voice. Annabeth noticed two heads pop out from behind the wall.

"Matthew, Bobby." She spoke softly, and voice shaking. She walked towards them, "I just came by to see how everyone is doing. You guys like New York?" she gave a fake smile, but didn't help considering it only made more tears fall. The boys nodded, but didn't speak. "Tha-That's good," she stuttered. "You guys will have to come visit me sometime at my house, okay?" Matthew's face lit up, and he smiled at her. Bobby, however, saw the way she looked at the both of them. He dropped the toy he held in his hand and wrapped his arms around her neck. "It'll get better, I promise." He whispered in her ear. She chuckled and held him tight. She lightly pushed him away, "Thank you." She turned to Matthew and Bobby. "I love you both. But I need to go now. You call me if you ever want a tour guide for New York City. I'm your girl if you want all kinds of information on this beautiful city." She grinned and both boys nodded.

Annabeth turned to Francesca and gave her one final hug, "Thank you for I'm not sure what, but thank you."

"Oh, Annabeth," She looked at her and brushed her cheek. "If you need me, you call, alright?" she nodded, and grabbed her bag from the floor.

She looked at her father, hating him now more than she ever had, "I have absolutely nothing…to say…to you."

Percy held the phone in is hand, contemplating whether or not to call her. She hadn't returned his phone calls, nor had she returned his texts. She was with her family, he thought, she probably has her phone off. Percy tried to convince himself that she was just busy but he knew that wasn't true. Busy or not Annabeth always responded. Something was terribly wrong.

He pushed himself off the wooden steps of the cabin. He checked his watch he could be to New York in eleven hours, just before the sun rises. He started the engine and backed out of the long driveway.

This will be a long night.