Chapter 28: Who is she?

Jacob's POV

I hate funerals. I never liked attending them, but yet I was sitting there listening to them saying that my mother had a full life of her 48 years.

I hated wearing a dress jacket and dress pants with ties. Especially when they were black. Black was such a bland shade.

I felt so much more comfortable in my button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and comfortable jeans, but yet I was letting myself sit here and wear these stupid clothes.

Rosalie was sitting next to me and she looked just as uncomfortable. All these adults were here and I didn't even know some of them. But they claimed to be her friends.

The only ones I knew where Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, Rachel, Aunt Miranda and Uncle Geoff, Grover, and Juniper.

Rachel tried to lighten up the mood by talking about my career, it worked for a while. She really had a good soul. She deserved better.

But there was one thing, Alex Jackson wasn't there. His parents apologized for his absence. Well, more like Mr. Jackson did.

He was rather upset himself; he told me that Alex hasn't been even making any contact with them anymore. Mr. Jackson didn't deserve such a dick son. He was a good person; he was friends with both of my father and mother.

Mr. Jackson was really friends with anyone from camp, even the supposedly scary Clarisse Rodriguez.

People said that Clarisse wanted children, but she found out she was infertile and couldn't have any, so she just bought German Shepherds and called them her children.

I watched as they lowered the empty casket into the ground and threw dirt on it. Even though I knew that the casket was empty I felt a sinking feeling. What if she was in that casket, it would have been the last time I ever saw her.

I felt Rosie's hand tighten around mine and her head burying into my chest.

Rachel's POV

Everyone started to walk away but I stayed my ground and watched them. The boy's eyes were wide like saucers and the young girl was weeping into his chest.

I saw Drew standing hesitantly there. She looked at the children and then back at the rest of the people who were heading off.

There was a thin man with fiery red hair shaking his head and a woman was holding his arm looking at him. He muttered the words, 'this is just horrible.' In a very fast British accent. He shook off the woman and went to the boy and patted his shoulder. I couldn't tell what he was saying to Jacob, but it made Jacob smile for a while but then his mouth went back into a straight line.

I turned to leave cause Chiron was beckoning me to him signaling that we had to go. I sighed. Such horrible things to happen to such a nice family.

And even if I was the oracle, I couldn't do anything about it. No matter how many times Apollo tries to bone me.

Rosie's POV

I let go of Jacob and take a walk around the cemetery. I walked along. It was calm, too calm. But I guess that's how cemeteries were, calm for the dead.

I leaned against the tree and closed my eyes. I kicked off my high heels and untied my hair. Dressing up wasn't the most comfortable thing to do; I wondered how mom could do that every time she went to work. It was damn cold, but I didn't care.

I opened my eyes and I saw an Asian lady in front of me. A beautiful Asian lady by the way. "I'm sorry for your loss." She said softly.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Not a family friend." She said with dry laughter. "Me and your mother did not get along."

"You knew my mother?" She nodded.

"I wasn't one of her friends, I envied her, she got the guy who loved her ever since he saw her, eight years old when she wasn't all peaches and cream." Mom and dad never told us how far they loved each other, it's been a very long time I guess.

"Wait, so you liked my dad?" I said confused, still not knowing who the lady was. She gave out another laugh.

"Of course, who didn't love your dad, he was quite desirable. Everyone wanted a piece of him and his brother." I was a little disturbed by this but I noticed that when dad was alive, many women checked him out, even when mom was around.

"But anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry that all of this happened to you." She said. She pursed her lips and turned.

"Wait!" She turned a bit. "Who are you?" She smiled.

"Drew, Drew Tanaka." For some reason, that name rung a bell. I heard mother talk about her for a while but then switch to something else.

She smiled and tilted my chin up. "Figures, all their children would be good looking even when they grew up." She patted the side of my face and turned to leave.

I watched this elegant stranger walk away. I only knew her name, nothing more about her. I put back on my high heels and wobbled over to Jacob. He was looking at the head stone that said my father's name, my sisters, and now my mother's.

"Can we go now?" I asked. He untied his tie and let it hang on his neck.

"Yea, sure." We walked to the car and got in. The car ride was silent.

"I hate funerals." I announced. He nodded in response. "What did that British guy say to you?" I asked. I was too busy crying to hear.

"He said that our mother was a lovely person and we should hope that she gets to a good place." He paused. "Well that's what I think he said he was speaking real fast." He turned the corner. "And I think he told me he was Miles Potter."

That name did ring a bell, mom mentioned him more than once and once a month or more, he'd call our house.

From all I knew about him, he had a wife named Astrid, and two children, Leon, age 20 and Beth, age 16.

Jacob parked the car in the apartment parking lot and we got out and went into the building and went up the stairs.

When he unlocked the door I ran in and changed into my pajamas. Hey, it's not like we're going anywhere.

I lay on my bed and closed my eyes. It was only January. My birthday would be in April 4th. It was 2044, nothing much happened.

I closed my eyes and pictured the college I was going to, I was the same college mom went to, I already had a spot at the place that mom worked at so I would be fine I guess.

All I had to do was survive. Cause I had this feeling that the gods were trying to kill us. Wait, no, that isn't a feeling, it's a fact.

One day when I was walking home from school, hell fire raged on me, they sent giant, hell hounds, chimera's, just about anything they could think about.

I didn't know how I could survive all of that, but I did, but I came home all bloody. And we ran out of ambrosia.

So I had to fix myself cause Jacob was no use. If only Hailey were still alive. She actually knew how to bandage people up and take care of wounds. I guess she got that from mom.

I was emotionally drained. So I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Jacob's POV

I sat in the living room still in my dress clothes, I didn't bother to change out of them cause now I had my best friend with me, vodka.

Caleb offered to come over and talk, but I turned it down. One cause I needed time alone, and two, he would try to cook for me and I'd have to eat it or I would be tied down to a chair and force fed.

I shuddered at the thought. Caleb was a great guy, but he believed that he was a great cook. And when you refused his food or said you hated it, you had something coming to you.

I heard the doorbell but I didn't answer it. I didn't feel like seeing anyone. I didn't even care if it was one of my clients.

But then I heard the familiar sound of someone pick locking the door. I sat up a bit and pulled out my sword.

The door swung open and guess who was there? Lord Hermes. "Oh, you." I put down my sword and went back to the couch. "What are you doing here?"

He gave me a look of disbelief. "What? I just broke into your house and your acting all calm?"

I shrugged. "Worse things happened. Now answer my question, why are you here?" He still looked surprised but he finally answered.

"I'm just here to say sorry."

"What?" I turned around. I felt like punching him. After all these years, he says sorry. He sighed.

"I said I'm sorry."

I stared at him with amazement. "You're finally saying sorry? The last 24 years of my life have been crap and your finally saying sorry?" I asked my voice getting higher to a point that I sounded like a little girl's.

I didn't how to feel. I felt a mixture of anger and confusion. "For fuck's sake, you killed almost everyone who was related to me!"

"I'm sorry." He said again like it was some kind of mantra. I flashed him a look.

"You know what? I don't fucking accept your apology, all you Gods are the fucking same, to get rid of something more powerful than them, they have to kill them. And you are no different." I felt the tips of my ears get hot.

"Jacob, stop it."

"Do you know what? Get out of my house." I pointed at the doorway.

"Jacob…"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." He stared at me but then he turned to leave. But right as he was getting out the door he turned to me.

"Jacob, let me talk." I stayed silent. He waited for a moment and went on. "I voted against all of this. I voted against making you and your sister's messed up, I voted against killing my own sons and your mother." His face went grave. "But your grandmother didn't."

"…What?" This time I was the one who felt disbelief. He turned and walked out.

"So it's fine that you hate me, but just understand that I tried." I just stood there and when I came back to my senses I walked back to the couch opened another bottle of vodka.

"Cheers."

A few months later…

Rosie's POV

"Congratulations class of 2044!" The principal said with a grand smile on her face.

A loud cheer erupted and everyone threw their hats in the air. This school year wasn't so bad, I went to prom and actually enjoyed it since I had a girlfriend.

I still got ice coffee in my face, but it lessened when I snuck poison ivy in their jackets and shoes.

I picked up my hat and walked out searching for Jacob. "Good job on actually passing high school." I spun around and he was standing there smiling.

"Thanks!" I was absolutely ecstatic. I would be going to college in the fall, I couldn't wait.

Me and Jacob were more like mom, but Hailey was more like dad. Except Jacob had some of dad's quirks. Except I don't know where he gets the love of frogs from.

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder and I spun around again. It was Erika. She wasn't smiling though.

"I have to talk to you." She said softly. I gave her a look, but I think I knew what was happening, I had a gut feeling about it.

We walked away from everyone and we were in the parking lot. "I have to tell you something, but it's going to be hard." She started.

"You're breaking up with me, right?" I interrupted. She looked at me with surprise.

"How do you know?" She was pale and looked guilty.

"I have a break up sense." I said plainly. I felt hurt, but I knew her motives. I was going to college in New York; she was going to college in China. It was long distance. "But I'm ok; you do what you have to do."

She gave me a look. "Are you sure you're ok?" She said. I closed my eyes.

"Yeah." But inside I wasn't ok. I really loved her, but it was clear that she didn't love me as much, cause if she did, she'd be willing to do long distance.

But clearly, she didn't so she wanted to break up. I started walking away, I ignored her "Sorry."

I met up with Jacob. "Let's go." I said.

"Did you guys break up?" He asked. But it wasn't really a question cause it looked like he already knew. He always knew, it just was plain creepy that he knew everything before you actually told him.

"Don't you know the answer?" He did some kind of hum laugh. When we got home I walked in my room and locked the door. That's what I did when I wanted to be alone, just lock the door.

I didn't sob; I just let the silent tears roll down my cheeks. Heart break hurt. This was the first time I experienced it with someone that I loved romantically. I mean she was my first for everything, my first lesbian friend, then girlfriend, first lesbian first kiss, the first one I actually had sex with and liked it.

I sighed and threw away all of her pictures, all the notes she gave me when I was having a crappy day, and I deleted her number from my phone.

I unlocked the door and went outside to the balcony. I took a match and set all on fire. I don't know how Jacob deals with it. Cause his all girlfriends so far are cheating skanks or crazies, who are a little bit too protective of him.

Like one of the crazies, Hannah, she appeared to be normal, but after he let her in his life, she kept threatening me if I stole Jacob from her she would kill me in my sleep.

And one time he had paint on his face, I tried to rub it off, and then a knife was flung at my leg but missed. Then she lunged at me and started to strangle me.

Let's just say that Jacob has a lot restraining orders.

And then there were the cheaters. Those were the girls who affected him the most. Most of the time he would fall head over heels for the cheaters, but then he would find out that they were cheating on him.

There was this one girl that he loved the most though, Naddie. She was perfect for her, artistic, funny, charismatic, pretty, this was when he was 19.

He walked into his apartment, and to his horror, saw Naddie, butt naked, giving, well err, mouth relief, to another man.

He broke up with her and kicked her out of the house, not even bothering to let her put on her clothes.

But yet he was the same Jacob even after all of that. But I guess he had his art to distract him from heartbreak. Well not fully, but for a while.

I grabbed the glass of water that I brought out with me and used the water to put out the flames.

I took a deep breath and walked back inside. I walked back into my room and started packing for camp. But then I felt my stomach drop.

I still had to come out to the entire camp…

I had no idea how everyone at camp would react, no one in the history of camp half-blood has been gay, bi, or lesbian.

I took off my necklace and looked at it. Ten clay beads. I was determined to have eleven. But I had a fear that they would kick me out of camp. I was a bit scared.

Great, I was a heartbroken, scared girl. I sat on my bed and looked at the ceiling.

Why did I have so much angst in me? I missed mom. She was a lovely and beautiful person. Inside and out. When dad died lots a men approached her, but she turned them away politely.

For some reason she really liked tomato soup. I remembered seeing her crying while eating some, I wondered why she was though.

But then I learnt that that was when her father died and when she was a little girl he always made her tomato soup.

It was when I was visiting home from and I was on a quest. It was when everyone was sleeping and I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

I got up and looked in the mirror. My thin blonde hair was in curls. I curled them with a curling iron for the special occasion. And underneath the gown I had a simple pastel green sleeveless dress that had patterns of leaves at the bust and a darker green satin ribbon at the waist. And vines with little leaves danced around in a full circle around the hem of the dress that was cut off right before the knees. Since my ears were pierced I had dangly earrings that had green jewels shaped like leaves. And I had cream flats on. And to finish it off I applied a little bit of makeup.

Everyone said I looked lovely. Except for Erika, so that was the first clue that she was going to break up with me.

I was bored so I walked back outside. There I saw Jacob just sitting there at the kitchen table. One hand running through his hair, another one holding a pencil. Furiously sketching something on a sketchpad.

His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. I stood there and watched him. It was always entertaining to watch him in his hardcore artist mode.

But due to that mode, several times he fell down stairs and almost cracked open his skull.

Mom said that his first ever falling down the stairs was when he was a wee little kid of the age of four. He had a pad of paper he stole from mom and various crayons. He was drawing a garden. He decided he was thirsty for some apple juice and toddled downstairs, but he was so intrigued by all these colors and he didn't want to put down the pad of paper and crayons so he decided to walk downstairs without looking where he was going.

And that's when he tripped and fell. Mom and dad were sitting in the kitchen when they heard a loud cry. The walked to the sound and saw their little boy laying there with blood coming from his head.

They ran out of ambrosia and so mom had to do it the old fashioned way. She said that as she was bandaging his head, he never did stop shading in the grass.

Mom still had the picture, but it had spots of blood on it.

And now that mom isn't around to mend his head, he now sits down with a glass of water when he's in his drawing mode.

And when he's hungry or runs out of water, he demands for more food or water. And you don't want to say no or he'll throw the nearest thing at you that's other than his pencil.

But he never did that around Caleb. He'd rather starve than eat whatever Caleb would cook up for him.

"How long have you been sitting there?" I asked. He came home two hours ago. It's only been fifteen minutes of me standing there.

"Two hours." He mumbled as he made a few more marks.

"Oh, ok, I guess that's fine." It was better than usual all eight hours that he should have spent sleeping. But then again he was an insomniac.

I peered down his shoulder and he was drawing a girl who was laying on her stomach and her torso was up right and one of her hands were propping up her chin and the other one was holding a mini Chicago. She had beautiful wavy hair with a flower like a daisy weaved in her hair and her mouth was rested in a crooked smile. Her eye lids were halfway closed like she was in a haze. She was wearing an ancient Greek dress and one of her legs were bent at the knee and up in the air. Both of her feet were bare and she was resting in a field of flowers that looked like daisies.

"I-is this Hailey?" He set down his pencil for a while and took a drink of water. He nodded and picked the pencil up and signed his name on the corner along with the date.

"It's messy and rushed, but oh well." My mouth shot open.

"Messy? Rushed?" He nodded.

"I mean look at it, the shading in her hair is all over the place like light doesn't exist in the world. Willis Tower is shorter than it should be, those don't look like daisies! They look like…" He paused. "NOT DAISIES!"

I laughed. "It's fine! It's better than I can draw!" I took it and looked at it even more. "You should put it in a painting. Like a really big one." I looked at the kitchen table and there were tons of pencils lying around, most of them unsharpened to a nub.

He started stroking his chin. "Maybe I can make the daisies look like daises..." And then he went back to drawing.

The next day I got in a taxi and headed for camp.

Hailey's POV

Sitting at home was rather boring. Especially when I ran out of things to do.

So I was sitting at the window watching people pass by. But then I see something. A honey-blonde woman with pretty emerald green eyes walking by looking terribly lost. I squinted my eyes to get a better look at her.

"Mom?"


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