Disclaimer I own nothing of the Harry Potter or Percy Jackson Series but my OC, Bella, including half of my room while the other half is owned by my sister.

Chapter 2

(Bella's POV)

"NO CUSSING YOUNG LADY!" my dad screamed. That probably wasn't such a good idea.

"I CAN CUSS AS MUCH AS I WANT! DAMN IT, DAD! I'VE GROWN UP FUCKING KILLING MONSTER AND BEING CHASED DOWN BY AND DEATH EATERS IN FUCKING HIDING TRYING TO GET TO ME! Did you hear that? DEATH EATERS. IN. FUCKING HIDING." I was seething from the beginning and calming down by the time I finished my rant. I hadn't noticed but apparently I closed my eyes when I was in the middle of my rant because all I saw was black. I kept my eyes shut though, because I didn't want to see anybody's expression because of my outburst.

"Belly... Bella, open your eyes. Please?" Harry pleaded with me. I couldn't refuse his pleading. I opened my eyes, but kept my face blank. Nobody could read me like this, nobody could only... he could. As I looked around the room I saw so many expressions but the only one I really cared for right now was my father. He had a sorrowful look on his face.

I looked into his eyes as I said this, "I'm sorry Dad. It's just... Do you really think being lady-like or whatever you call it like 'non-cussing' is really my biggest problem right now? Because I sure as bloody hell think that all pain I feel right now is more important." That snapped his attention to me along with Harry's and Uncle Remus'. I'm pretty sure everyone was running at me to help when all of a sudden a blinding light appeared in the room. They all reached into their pockets for their wands when the remembered I had shot them out of their hands. They turned towards me with an annoyed expression. Barely know them and they already treat me like family. I think? I kept my eyes on the god that had just entered the kitchen. It was the asshole.

I scowled at his form when he looked at me and started talking in this cocky tone, "Hey, babe. Figured you would need some help with pain." I'm pretty sure all the females were gawking at him like he was a god, because he was. He's Apollo to be exact the cockiest, the most big headed asshole! I just hate him!

"DON'T CALL ME BABE! HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME BABE!" I snapped at him.

He smirked. He fucking smirked. He has a death wish. He may be a god, but I will fucking try to kill him if it's the last thing I do, which is a good thing for me. "Now, Isabella. That's no way to treat your FIANCE." Everyone's attention snapped to me. It seemed like they were watching a tennis match. They looked down at my left hand to see if their was a ring there. There wasn't.

"I'm not your fiancé, nor will I ever be. My heart belonged to one, and with you it shall not." I said stiffly. I was hoping for a better way to have to explain this to my dad and Uncle Remus and Harry and well everyone, but now will have to do.

Everyone shielded their eyes because their was a soft glow behind me. "Bella," a voice had whispered to me. Only one man could have that soft, gentle, loving tone with me when talking about this. "Please, your injured do this for me and just relax. Don't stress yourself to much or you'll faint." I turned around only to see the Luke, the man my heart once belonged to and somewhere in my heart a piece of it will always belong to him.

Was it any good? I hadn't written in a long time. Sorry it was short I have school tomorrow and I have to go to bed.