Once upon a time, there was an author who didn't wait about two weeks to update her story. Oh wait, never mind. That's a lie. I'm so sorry for not updating guys! My life has been super crazy!I've had so many end of term assignments and then, just when I thought that all that stress was over, I was told that someone plagiarized my English essay and now I probably have a zero thanks to the stupid policy, which means I probably don't have an A in English anymore. I'm sorry for the wait and hopefull I'll be able to update regularly from now on! This chapter is a continuation of the last one, which was suggested by annabethrules120. I hope you guys enjoy and if you need me, I'll be crying in the corner lamenting my beautiful essay and once beautiful grade.
After that rather interesting debacle, we all sat down for dinner. Annabeth sat far away from my mother, Percy acting as a buffer between them. Even then, she kept on glaring at her, stabbing at her meat viciously with a butcher knife, something I'm pretty sure Sally wouldn't give someone normally, but she thinks that Annabeth is the nicest, most levelheaded girl in the world. I, along with most sane people, think otherwise. Sally's hands were trembling and she was making small talk with my father, trying not to met my mother's eyes. My mom was glaring at everything in sight, even the fridge. The only one who didn't notice that anything was going on was Percy, as usual. He was shoveling food in his mouth, huge slices of ham, piles of mashed potatoes, and vegetables and rolls and anything else he could find that was edible. "Hey, Barnacle Beard Junior, slow down. You're going to kill yourself," Annabeth scolded, taking break from massacring her dinner. "Sorry, I'm just really hungry." He said, spraying Annabeth with crumbs. "Oops, sorry." He grabbed his napkin and started wiping her face. She huffed and grabbed it from him, taking over. "Where did you learn you manners, young man?" My mom said, clearly shocked. He just shrugged. "I'm a teenage boy, the dinner table is no place for manners." My dad laughed into his napkin and Sally just sighed, like she had expected this. She gave him a look. He gave her a charming smile in return and poured her more wine. He winked at me. "Maybe if I get your mom drunk, she'll be nicer!" He whispered, smiling happily like it was the best plan in the world. I didn't have anything to say to that, so I gave him what I hoped was a smile. It would never work.
Dinner continued that same way. Percy cleared the table of food, My mother complained, my father did nothing, Sally tried to lighten the mood and Annabeth acted like she always does; overly superior and venomous. I just wanted to crawl into bed and cry. Being around Annabeth or my mother always made me feel that way though, so it wasn't new. When it was finally over, someone knocked on the door. I knew it was Percy related, because his friends and family somehow always got past the doorman or used the fire escape. Sally practically ran to the door, smoothing down her hair and dress. She opened the door and turned bright pink. "Poseidon!" She squeaked out, stepping away from the door so that he could come in. I never got used to seeing him. It was like looking at Percy, just aged a decade or two. "Sally darling! You look as lovely as ever," he said charmingly, and Sally swooned. He gave her a light kiss and Percy gagged. Poseidon gave him a twinkling smile and wagged his finger at him. "Now now, my boy, she was mine first." He said teasingly, but the look he gave me clearly said that he was serious. Normally, I would stick up for myself and say something along that lines of, "Yo, homie! Step away from my shortie!" and pull out my gat and a shank and start an awesome fight. But I couldn't do that for two reasons. One, because I was a white English teacher in his late thirties and I grew up in the suburbs. Two, because Poseidon was a god and would smite me if I got in between him and his lady, even though she was technically mine. But it's cool, I can share. I went to kindergarten. Sally somewhat got over the shock of having him here and struck up conversation. "So, what brings you here?" She asked casually. "I've come to see Percy, we've some business to talk about that I would rather have done in person. But I've come to see you, also. I've missed you greatly." He said in a suggestive tone and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. My dad looked at me and whispered, "He's got game!" I just nodded in response, thankful that my mother was in the bathroom powdering her nose or whatever it is old ladies do in there. "You know, Percy turned out to be a wonderful boy," Poseidon said, and Percy sat up straighter in his chair, looking pleased. Sally gave an absentminded "Hmm" in response. "And that got me thinking," he continued, ignoring Annabeth's muttered "Ouch, that must be super painful for you." "We should have another baby!" He finished triumphantly. Percy started to choke on his spit and Sally jerked out of her daze and looked up at him. "No, Poseidon, we can't! I'm married!" She stuttered hysterically, waving her left hand around in the air. He was completely unfazed. "So am I. That hasn't stopped us before," he winked and Sally turned bright red. After giving Percy the Heimlich remover, Annabeth stomped over to me and grabbed my ear, dragging me closer to her despite my painful protests. "Why are you just standing there and watching this? Stop him!" She hissed before letting go. I rubbed my now red and throbbing ear. Steeling my nerves, I opened my mouth to protest but was cut off by the sound of a door banging open. I jumped and almost ran to hide behind the couch, afraid that it was my mother an she would see what was going on and have even more to complain about, but it was the front door that opened, not the bathroom, and standing there was a very angry looking women.
"Why are you always trying to ruin marriages? Do you know how hard I work to keep them going? No, you don't. And you want to know why? It's because you don't value marriage!" The woman ranted, taking off her fur coat and throwing it on Annabeth who growled and threw it on the floor. Then she turned to my father. "You! Make me some tea." She ordered and he scampered out of the room, despite not knowing where the tea was. I don't even think he knows how to make tea. "Marriage," Poseidon scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Such a silly little concept. It's not fun and it's so restricting." The women, who I now recognized as Hera, smacked him across the face. Everyone in the room winced. I was surprised my mother didn't join in; she loves pain and suffering. "Apologize to Sally, now." She demanded and he turned to Sally and gave puppy dogs eyes, a look that I had seen Percy use many times. "Sally, my love, I am deeply sorry. I know that our time has passed, but it is hard for me to accept that the woman I loved is with another. I thought that now that the oath is my brothers is over, you would have reconsidered my offer. But I see now that you belong with the blowfish." Sally, who apparently wasn't able to form sentences at all around him just stuttered a bit. Luckily, Poseidon's fluent in the language and understood what she meant. "I'm glad we've come to an understanding. Now, Percy, we have to talk." Percy looked happy that his father was paying attention to him again and was eager to comply. Poseidon led him out into the hallway and we all immediately ran to the door to eavesdrop. The only thing that I could gather was that they were speaking something that didn't sound like English, and it wasn't Greek either. Annabeth looked frustrated. "Since when can he speak something besides Greek and English?" She hissed, pushing my head down so that she could get closer to the door. "Demi god talent?" Sally offered, and joined Annabeth in pushing me away from the door so that they could hear better. "I want to hear too," I whined, trying to get closer. By the time I had finally gotten close to the door, they both scrambled back and tried to act natural. Sally was polishing a lamp with her elbow and whistling and Annabeth and dug something out of her bag and started to embroider something on a large sheet of sea green silk. Hera sent her a smug look. "Making a funeral shroud for your boyfriend, dear? That's good, he might need it soon." She said, and evil glint in her eyes. Annabeth went to go tackle her, but the goddess poofed away, and Annabeth bashed her face against the chair's arm. When Poseidon and Percy back inside, Percy's skin was the color of bleached coral and he looked like he wanted to cry, but his eyes shone with malice and the fierceness of a warrior. It was a weird combination. "Annabeth, what happened?" Percy asked worriedly, rushing towards her. I think she broke her nose because it was gushing blood and looked a little crooked. There must have been a lot of force in that tackle. "I went to go tackle an insane goddess and like the coward she is, she just left!" Annabeth ranted, not caring at all that her face and shirt at blood on them. "You're probably the stupidest boyfriend in existence." She said, like he should have know that she was going to do that. "Wait, you guys actually go out? I thought that was a joke!" Poseidon said hysterically. "That would be an awful joke," Percy muttered, trying to stop the blood flowing from her nose. "But, why? She's a daughter of Athena and son, there are plenty of other girls that would date you. Why, just the other day Artemis was asking about you and I heard your sister say that-" "Dad, Artemis is an eternal virgin, and Aphrodite is my sister, that's just gross. Besides, I like Annabeth. She's pretty great, for being a daughter of Athena and all." Poseidon looked like he wanted to protest but he let it go. "We'll talk about this at a better time. There are more pressing things to worry about. I'm afraid that I have to leave." He looked like Percy, like he wanted to cry. He patted Percy's shoulder and waved to the rest of us before disappearing into a thing of mist and leaving. We all just stood in the living room, staring at Percy who was looking at the ground like he was counting the fibers in the rug, which he would never do because he hates math. My father suddenly burst into the room, panting and holding a cup. "I have the tea," he said in between breaths. "Sorry Dad, she's gone." My father groaned and then collapsed onto a chair, muttering under his breath. "It could be worse," Percy said brightly, patting my dad's shoulder. "Your wife could be here." The second he said that, my mother walked in, her hair in curlers and dressed for bed. It was really scary. Percy screamed and whipped out Riptide, slashing at her a few times before he realized that she wasn't a monster. "You're human?" He said, clearly shocked. I shook my head. I'm never inviting my parents back. And I'm getting a god sensing alarm system.
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