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Chapter 3: Grover is Part Donkey?!
Grover was silent for a moment, before he took out "Sephie, promise me that you will let me walk you home." Grover told me.
"Sure Grover, that way I can protect you all the way to my house." I teased.
"I'm being serious!" He snapped at me.
"Fine, you can walk me home." I told him.
The bus dropped us off at the bus station, where Grover told me to wait for him, while he went to the bathroom.
He finally got back after what seemed like forever to me, but was probably only 3 minutes. "Come on, let's go the long way." I said as I motioned him to follow me.
~~~~Time Skip~~~~
We finally got to my apartment, and with one last hug goodbye, I was walking into my apartment. Right when I opened the door, I was hit with the smell of booze and cigars. Gabe, I thought bitterly.
You see, Gabe was my step-dad, even though he is anything but that. My mom brought him to meet me when I was six, and I nicknamed him Smelly Gabe, which is what partly describes him. He always smells worse than a sewer, which is saying something, especially in he and my mom got married, he was nice for about the first 30 seconds, and then he showed his true colors. Which is doing nothing but use all of our saving for poker, beer, and cigars. Long story short, he was a fat, ugly, smelly pig, and I hated him.
"Hey sweetheart." Gabe said, without looking up from his poker game. "Got any cash?"
I decided to ignore him, and instead asked, "Where's Mom?"
"Working," He replied. "Any cash?"
"No." I said, and started walking away.
"I wouldn't be acting all high and mighty right now, your report card came today!" He shouted, as I had already walked out of the living room.
I walked into my 'room', and slammed the door shut. How is he that messy, I thought with disgust, as I looked at my 'room.' You see, when I'm away at school, Gabe uses my room for his study, even though he never does any studying, but instead uses it as an excuse to be even more of a pig than he already is. There were beer bottles on the ground, muddy shoes everywhere, even on my bed, the room smelled like cigars, and there were adult magazines on my desk.
I went to the kitchen to get some trash bags, and when I was walking back through the living room to my room, Gabe slapped my butt. Gross, I thought hurriedly, as I just about ran to my room.
When I was just about done cleaning my room, I heard my door open. I snapped my head to my door, and I saw the best person alive. My mom.
My mom is my proof of the theory that the best people get the worst of luck. You see, my mom's parents died in a plane crash when she was six, and then she got shipped off to her uncle's house.
She was finally over her parents deaths, her uncle was diagnosed with cancer, and she had to drop out of school to take care of him, and pay the bills. Several months later, he died, and she was left with no family, no diploma, and no place to stay.
The only break she got was when she met my dad, but even that didn't go well. They fell in love at a beach, and then one thing led to another, and they had me. He then had to go out to sea for work, but never came back. That's what my mom always told me, lost at sea, not dead.
"Mom!" I said excitedly, as I rushed over to her. After we embraced, she held me at arms length and said, "Oh my gosh, Sephie you got so tall! Tell me all about this year!" She rushed me over to the bed, and we talked about my school year , not including Ms. Dodds or the fruit stand ladies, while eating the blue candy that she brought home.
Blue food was one of the things that me and my mom both love. One time, Gabe told my mom that there was no such thing as blue food, so now my mom goes out of her way to make blue everything. Blue pancakes, waffles, and even birthday cakes.
"I have a surprise for you, Sephie," She started, but I was already super excited. "We're going to the beach." Montauk, thought happily. She nodded to my silent question. I squealed and hugged her.
Montauk was the only place, other than school, that let my mom and I get away from Smelly Gabe. My mom never confirms it, but I think that Montauk is the beach that her and my dad met.
Our moment was ruined by Gabe barging in and saying, "Sally, how about some bean dip!" I wouldn't have been that mad if he actually asked her, but no, he basically demanded her to make some bean dip. On the inside I was seething, but I didn't do anything because my mom was giving me the warning look.
"Sure thing, I'll do it right after I tell Sephie about the trip." My mom said.
"Trip! You were serious about that," She nodded in response. "Is it coming out of your clothes budget?" Another nod of response. "And you won't take my car anywhere but there and back?"
"Yes, honey." I gritted my teeth at that. How could she talk about him in such a positive way, I thought.
"Well, maybe if you hurry up with that bean-dip… And if the brat apologizes for interrupting my poker game." He said with a smirk at the end, pointed at me.
"I'm sorry," I muttered. "I'm sorry for interrupting your oh so important poker-game. You should get back to that, really."
He narrowed his eyes, looking for any sarcasm, but then relented and said, "Alright, you guys can go. Sally, the bean-dip!" He then left the room.
"I hate him!" I growled as I took the garbage bags from my room, and took them to the kitchen.
My mom followed me to the kitchen, and we talked while she made the bean dip. "When are we going to Montauk?" I asked
"As soon as you are packed up." She said. She went to hug me, but I had to correct it, because I am taller than my mom. I then went to my room, and this time I made sure that I wasn't close enough walking past Gabe to let him smack my butt. I visibly shuddered at that.
When I was finished packing, I went to the living room to find that my mom was waiting by the door, holding her suitcase.
"Let's go, Sephie!" My mom said as we were loading the suitcases into the trunk.
"Not a scratch on that car, sweetheart!" Gabe warned, like I was the one driving.
Right when were about to drive off, I seen somebody in the rear-view mirror. I looked outside my window to see who it was, and I found out that it was Grover. What does he want, I thought.
"Sephie, Sally, we have to go. Right now!" Grover said as he climbed inside the back seat.
"Wait, you guys know each other?" I asked as we drove off towards the direction of Montauk.
" She knew that I would be your protector. We didn't really know each other." Grover responded.
I looked back to respond, but the words got stuck in my throat as I happened to look toward his legs, or what were supposed to be his legs. Instead of legs, Grover had furry legs, and hooves. "Grover, you're part donkey!" I said, shocked.
He gave an indignant noise in response, that I now recognised as a bleat, "Goat! I'm part goat, Sephie!" He said defensively.
My mom looked in the rear-view mirror and the started mumbling things like, "Just a little farther…" "Come on!" "Hurry up car." The car then flipped over, and I hit my head on the dashboard.
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