My Dad Is A God

by gianahennelly

Percy is forced to move to a new school after a misunderstanding with some monster and now with he is stuck with the women that hate him most in the world Clarise. Now with him spending the year with his father at a brand new school will things with his new life go according to plan or is there going to be some exciting new developments.

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Are You Home Alone?

Clairesse POV

I sat there on the couch honesty confused the last thing that I thought my father would say is one week being grounded. I mean really I thought that he would be furious with me for causing a fight like that.

But I guess that between this morning and running into Poseidon he realized that it wasn't a good time to be yelling and arguing. Though I feel like that isn't the only reason that he decided to go easy on me.

"No why the hell do I give a shit that you want to talk?" My father's bellowing and rage-filled voice entered the air as he cursed in ancient Greek though I knew that his language wouldn't be appreciated by grandmother if she were here and from time to time she did drop in.

It's the weirdest thing I don't think that Hera would be all about family. Sure she was the goddess of family but her husband is a lying cheating sack of shit and I know first hand that there is nothing worse than getting cheated on.

So I just assumed that since she hated all of her stepchildren the same had to be said about her children with Zeus. Kinda like she blames them for the reason that their father was a cheating douche.

But I couldn't have been more wrong she seemed to adore the children she had with Zeus. The others not so much so as far as I know, she is a doting mother, she stops by at least twice a week. Though I haven't seen her since this afternoon at school.

"Like I give a shit about him he is lucky that I haven't killed him, the gutless little piece of shit." My father bellows echoed through the penthouse as the sound of growling started to erupt into the air.

I wonder what he's talking about, every bone in my body told me that it was something no good but then an image shimmer. At first, it was nothing more when a circular pool of mist. But as it became more clear an image took shape.

I recognized the deep rich black hair with golden threads woven into a long cascading braid going down the right shoulder of a slender woman. Though her eyes were old and ancient and she radiated power even for this image I knew that she was a force to be reckoned with.

I wonder if grandmother appeared because she knew that I talking about her. Nonetheless there she stood in an iris message of course. Her brown eyes lit up with a bit of mischief kind of like the Stoll brothers every time that they were planning a prank.

A flowing brown grown that had images of families eating dinner or playing board games together shimmered in her dress as her soft and inviting voice filled the air. Though I knew that at a drop of a hat she could become a vicious and cold woman.

Though I'm sure Uncle Hercules knew that to be a fact. The poor guy she never did make it easy on him now did she. "Hello dear I was calling your father do you know where he is." I nodded my head as I did my best to give her a polite smile as I focus my thoughts.

Things have been getting so weird lately, first the thing with Percy showing up out of nowhere, now the father is bellowing in rage at someone I don't know who. But by the number of threats that he is spewing I doubt that it I anyone that he likes.

My head shifted over my shoulder, my hair falling against my face as I raised my voice so that I could be heard over the yelling. "Father grandmother Hera is here!"

I did my best to yell without him thinking that I was ordering him around because usually when that happens the two of us were arguing for hours with no resolution in sight.

I didn't hear him move through just the arguing that seemed to quiet down as the obscenity stated to get lower so that grandmother couldn't hear.

"Dear do you know who he is talking to?" I shifted back to see Grandmother prodding gaze staring me up and down like she was trying to figure out if I was going to lie to her or not. It's is a little insulting but I thought it best to keep that thought to myself.

"No, we were talking when the phone rang and he left it to go get it though I am amused that it is my mother since they are arguing again."

I knew that my tone sounded bored as I threw my feet up on the glass coffee table. Doing my best not to shatter the glass as I looked at my muddy combat boots.

"Interesting and dear don't put your feet on the furniture you and your father both have that bad habit."

I looked up a face of utter shock formed on my face as I looked at her confused she wasn't really trying to tell me how to act in my own home. I wanted to snarl in outrage or curse her a ten different ways to Sunday. But she is a goddess and that deserves a certain amount of respect.

It's like my father always says gods are not forgiving when it comes to disrespects and if you think that I'm saving your ass after you do something stupid then you are dead wrong. I looked up from my thoughts as the sound of my dad combat boots slapping against the marble floor. "Mother what can I do for you."

His voice sounded exhausted like the last thing that he wanted to do was talk to his mother which I could get. She could be a godly handful sometimes, like when I first moved into the penthouse.

Hera yelled that there was no way I would live in such a drab place that my father uses as a love shack. Her words, not mine they argued for hours before I finally got to unpack my room. Though at the time it was a welcome distraction from my cheating no good Ex that had the nerve to dump me because I caught him cheating what a sack of shit.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder as I look up I could see my father eyes smoking like he was losing control of his anger. Which happens a lot you wouldn't believe how many shades he ruined over the summer.

"Did Hermes send you?" His accusatory voice began to turn into a snarl as he began to tremble with rage lifting his hand off of my shoulder.

I could see him shoving his hand in his pockets like he was trying to hide his burning rage that he was feeling but he ain't going to fool me. I knew he is ready to kill the first thing that pissed him off.

None the less I pretend like I didn't see his shaking form and looked back to grandmother before looking out the window. Storm clouds seemed to be rolling in as the sky darkened to a stormy gray soon though it would be pitch black.

I could see out of the corner of the widow thick black clouds rolling in. As thunder started to boom against the sky as if getting the soundtrack ready for the lightning that was about to lit up the sky wonderful shades of blue and purple.

"Is that who you were talking to just now?" I didn't look up but I could hear Heras quizzically voice and I knew that her eyebrows had to be raised in silent questions. Though I'm sure that her brown eyes darkened just a bit when she thought of one of Zeus illegal kids.

That's how she put it anyway because those kids broke all the laws of marriage or something. I don't really listen when she talked about that crap.

"Yes, he was bothering me with some nonsense meeting he wanted me to go to." At that, I lookup my father hadn't talked to Hermes since he tried to kill Chris. Just thinking about it now forced me to relive the memory no matter how much I didn't want to.

I watched...well I guess that I can't say that I watched in horror because I'm pretty ecstatic right about now. I watched with fascination as my father charged out of the woods. Streaming billowing off of his bodies as the tree themselves started to bend to his will.

He might not be the Demeter but the trees new better than to piss off the god of war any more then he already is. Something in the back of my skull kind of like a buzzing told me to go after him to stop him.

But I stay there content in the lull of that old war song humming it to myself as I sat in a trance-like a state. I don't know why but after getting my heart ripped out I felt content I didn't even feel like moving.

Maybe that song was hexed but at the moment I didn't care I felt his warmth. Even as frantic screaming filled the air I sat there mute not moving not saying a word.

It wasn't till people started to run into the wood for protection did my sense of clam start to diss as a frazzled girl with golden blond hair came racing towards me. Annabeth!

Gods I hate her there is nothing suckier then a daughter of Athena one its weird you are children of thought, so basically you don't you are going to be a virgin goddess then be a virgin goddess that means no kids what so ever. But her stormy gray eyes searcher my face but her annoying voice began to fall on deaf ears.

Soon though the smog cleared from my mind and that heartbreaking ache came back. My legs ache for the running and I felt my face heat up. "Clarisse, what's is going on? Why Is Ares rampaging ?"

I looked up from my thoughts thinking what the hell is she talking father has no reason to be ramping around the forest. But then I thought about what just happened about 20 minutes ago and a sly grin formed on my face.

I know that I should not be thrilled about my father was going on a rampage because some guy broke my heart. Here I thought that my dad didn't care what was going on in my life unless it involved fighting and winning battle. I rose to my feet my legs a little shaky but to I wanted to see this for myself. "I don't know what you're talking about"

Then I ran my arms pumping and my skin drenched in sweat and long forgotten tears as I looked around the camp the once bright green grass burned to a crisp as the Daughter of Demeter did their best to try and bring life back to the grass.

Of to the side, I noticed the Apollo cabin feeling to the forest looks of panic and fear plastered on their face as a large boom resonated in the air. It sounded like cannon fire or maybe the firing of an old school one thing is clear it was coming for the Hermes cabin.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed black smoke billowing in the air, as petrified campers ran from their cabins. Dad what are you doing. A sly grin formed on my face as I ran at my top speed.

My body aches and begged for me to spot running but I kept going till I was sitting in front of one of the most confusing scenes of my life.

My father stood there a spear in one hand and a bronze shield in the other. His crimson blood-drenched greek armor came to life as Hermes god of speed and a whole bunch of other shit.

I watched as his salt and pepper hair was drenched in sweat. A cadus with a red and green snake wrapped around it as they hissed widely at dad.

As I looked at Hermes I could see Ichor seeping through his pain as a large nasty gash stared back at me. At the tip of my father's spear stood glowing ichor hit the ground causing a little sizzle as Hermes wild brown eyes searched me.

They seemed to be shining in rage as he did he best to speak in a calm voice. "Clarisse would you please tell your father that this is just some misunderstanding."

I wish that I could tell them that..that the man that I was in love with didn't betray my trust and with someone that was below him no less.

I wanted to scream and maim and murder but I knew that would get me nowhere but it might make me feel better. I stood firmly at my father's back letting my eyes scan the field as I noticed a limp body behind Hermes. Stand there unconscious and dead to the world was Chris.

I thought for a moment that he might actually be dead but as I looked at him I noticed his body shaking in agony. His once handsomes feature was twisted in pain as his eyebrow twitch and sweat dripped down his face along with crimson blood that had been flowing out of a gash on his forehead.

It looked like he was hit with the butt of a sword hilt. He looked like he was about to die as a moment way too much blood was flowing from his face as his skin began to pale no longer the sweet mocha color than I remember.

"I wish I could say that this is a misunderstanding but it's not. Though I didn't ask my father for Chris's death I can't say that I would be sad to see him go." My cold harsh voice even surprised me when thunder boom over the head and a bright lightning strikes, hitting the ground.

In its place stood a man with cropped blond hair and a clean-shaven face as his cold blue eyes looked over father and then Hermes.

Lighting cracked ain't the sky shaking me out of my memory I hadn't realized how far I sunk into the couch had gotten till I was picking myself up off the couch. As I looked up there was Zeus standing their rage written clearly on his face as the image of grandmother began to shake violently.

Father, on the other hand, didn't seem phased as he pulled his knife out and began to pick his fingers. The collapse of the couch next to me throwing his feet up onto the table before gently probing me with his right elbow hitting me light in the ribs.

I looked up from my thought to see his soft red eyes staring at me. I could see worry shining in his eyes as he spoke in a gentle voice. "Are you okay you zoned out?"

I nodded my head before looking at Zeus, his shocking blue star looked me up and down as he glares firmly at dad. Though his red eyes told me that he didn't give a damn what was happening he was more focus on his nails.

I watched the gleaming silver blade reflect the overhead lamps in the living room as thunder cracked against the window as rain poured down on the city.

I had the perfect view of the rest of the long island from here. Buckets on buckets of rain fell from the sky making it a little difficult to see what's going on.

"Clarisse?" I looked up and fiend innocence just looking at him made me sick, I couldn't abide a cheater even before I felt the feeling of being betrayed myself.

"Yes, grandfather?" I watched his eyes lit up at my polite tone but what was I supposed to be rude to the lord of the skies I'm not an idiot. Dad has told me plenty of stories of time when he did something that grandfather didn't approve of.

Let me tell you he didn't get off with a light grounding like people nowadays do. It kind of makes me sick people get off so easy and then when something bad happened to them they blame everyone but themselves. "Would you be a dear and leave the room so that I could speak to your father."

I nodded my head the last thing that I wanted to deal with is him so I slowly began to rise from the couch but not before dad wrap a steady hand on my waist and pulled me back down onto the couch.

When I turned to look at him this defiant light lit up his eyes as he spoke in a cold voice. "Whatever you got to tell me she will hear from me anyway might as well saved me some time."

Zeus didn't look too happy to hear that, his eyes grow cold as he shook his head, "You get your stubbornness from your mother." He shook his head sadly as a small smile quickly rose to his face before disappearing.

This feral gleam filled his eyes as he spoke in a cold commanding voice. "This animosity between you and your brother will end right now, go to this meeting it is ordered from me.

There is no way that the three of you can all have kids in the same school and have this anger between the three of them go now. Poseidon and Hermes are waiting for you."

Dad snarled heavily before rising from the couch. Within a second his knife dispersed in a red flash as a credit card appeared on the table. "Clarisse orders us dinner I should be back soon hopefully."

He spoke gruffly as he kissed my temple gently and dissipated in a flash with grandfather leaving me alone in the nothing but the sound of the rain beating against the skylight to keep me company.

I looked up at the skylight just daydreaming as my body slipped back into the clam lull as I drifted back into my memory no matter how much I want to protest it didn't seem like my memory was given me the choice.

Zeus glowing blue eyes stared at me first boiling with rage as his body grew rigid as he shifted to look at Hermes then dad. He moved a little closer to dad his body twitching with dangerous energy.

As he spoke authority dripped with each word that he spoke and I knew that at this moment there was a reason that he became the god-king without anyone trying to stop him.

"I disbanded the ancient rules just moments ago and now here you are abusing the privilege so what?! You can kill a boy and for what a childish argument between lovers."

He acted like he knew what he is talking about, it's not like he could understand what it meant to betray the trust of someone he does the shit all the time so he would side with Chris.

I did my best to keep my temper in check but I couldn't control myself a few innocent words left my lips that I knew I was going to regret them."Leave it to a rapist and cheater to think nothing of another cheaters infidelity." I thought that I spoke in a low venous whisper. But my voice boomed across the clearing in front of the Hermes cabin.

Forcing Zeus's cold glared to fall on me. His muscles twitch with anticipation and I knew that he is about to strike me dead but a woman appeared in front of me. I knew her I seen her plenty of time at the winter and summer solstice I knew her well.

Hera stood before me a blade drawn the blade glimmering in bright bold colors just like a peacock as her cold brown stare met his. "This fight will cease and you won't dare lay a hand on her. She is right this isn't a small matter and you have no right to preside over this take your boy to be healed, Ares and Clarisse come with me."

Her voice was final and gave no room for arguments so I simply followed her, father grumble under his breath about not being finished but one looks form grandmother silenced him. I don't think that I have ever seen my father so obedient in the 10 years that I have known him.

Though I have also never known him to be the kind of father that would be angered by such a thing. So I silently walked feeling more confused than when I found Chris with that girl. I hadn't even noticed where we were walking until I noted the Ares cabin.

I could see Mark and Sherman splicing the barbed wire on the roof when they stare in amazement at dad. Which I could get it's not like I had seen him in his full armor either. Dad ran a hand sheepishly through his hair as he spoke in a cool voice.

"Mark, Sherman the both of you should head into the amphitheater I'm sure that Chiron will be making an announcement soon."

Dad's voice is usually gruff and angry tone which I could get after the mess that we have caused I wouldn't want to make any more problems either.

Mark and Sherman both nodded their heads numbly before hopping down from the roof. Both of them staring up at dad in shock which forces a light chuckle to leave his lips.

"Go now" They both nodded their head before running off looking at me for answers but I didn't know much more than they did. Still, Hera led the way into the cabins no one else was in there the rest were either training or left for the fall semester of school.

I took in the sight of the bunks, my leather jacket draped lazily over the bedpost as an amo cage laid next to it. I could see guns and swords. We were trying out celestial bronze bullets. Though it didn't feel right fighting with a gun, I like fighting with my hands or my spear.

"Just as violent at your old room Ares, sit the both of you" Hera's commanding tone force shivers down my spine as I collapsed on my bed while father leaned firmly next to me. Not saying a word simply looking down at his in combat boots as he did his best not to sink under his mother stare.

I don't think that I have seen father so timid before. "Ares your father revoked those rules so that you all could spend time with the half-bloods. Not so that you could kill Chris.

What he did makes me sick and breaks my heart for you Clairesse but for the both of you to bring the wrath of Ares down not only on that boy but the camp..." She let out a heavy sigh that sound like a laugh.

When I looked up there was an amused smile on her face as she let out a light chuckle "Its might have been entertaining but your father and brother don't find it so. Anyway, Chiron is going to make an announcement that will change your way of seeing the gods my dear granddaughter..." She went to speak but all I could hear it was the beeping of a phone.

My eyes blinked rapidly as I noticed I had been frozen in place just staring up at the skylight. The rain poured down on top of me coming down like a black curtain I couldn't even see the sky at this point. But the sight at least brought me back to the present man how long had I been sitting here like this.

All the clutter in my mind seemed to clear leaving this odd confusion as I began to unfold my legs from the couch. My joints locked and popped as a slight pain formed in my bones man how long had I been sitting here frozen. By the ache of my joint, it had to be hours if not longer. I looked around the room for a moment half expecting dad to be looming over me but I didn't see him.

Even as I walked into the kitchen my boot hitting the cool white marble floor I didn't seem him. Usually, he would be leaning against the counter drinking a cool beer or some nectar but not today. There was no one in the kitchen but me and the bright cherry red phone that seemed to be running off of the hook. The number was unknown but I slid my arm against the granite countertops gripping tightly to the phone as I hit the bright green answer button.

As I hopped up on the counter lifting the phone lazily to my ear as I dangled my feet back and forth without a care in the world. "Hello?" I knew the voice and I wanted to snarl in reason what the hell is he calling me for. Better question was did Jackson even get my phone number from.

I looked up to the ceiling as if to ask the gods why they are doing this to me but Percy's voice filled my mind as he spoke again this time a little more impatient. "Clarisse is that you or is that Ares?" I groaned a little bit as I watched my feet with new enthusiasm the last thing that I wanted was to deal with this punk again.

"Yeah, it's me were you looking for my dad if so he's not home?" I jumped off the counter top as I landed gracefully on the ground just as a grumble erupted from my empty stomach with outage. As if to say you still haven't fed me since lunch at school what wrong with you?

I walked calmly over to the double door fridge simply looking at the door that was clutter with different take-out bold letters stared back at me as image of Chinese food and pizza stared back at me. Dad doesn't cook and neither do I not that I mind I enjoy getting take out. I grabbed the first menu that I saw Pizza.

I could kill for some deep dish pepperoni pizza. "No I'm looking for you, what are you doing?" What the hell kind of question is that why is he bugging me with this bullshit. "About to order pizza. Why?" I walked in the living room collapsing on the couch this time stretching my feet out as I laid my head down on the soft cushion. Tucking my arm firmly behind my head as I looked up towards the sky. "I wanted to come over I could use some help but my homework do you mind?"

I could just tell that he was lying sure his voice sounded innocent enough but so did mine when I picked a fight with stupid Sherman and then lied to dad. There is no way that this lazy bastard wants to do homework.

"No we both know that you don't want to do homework what do you really want." I looked out the window as I stare blankly at the landscape knowing that off in the distance was the I order Olympia pizza but the last time they put way too much garlic, plus if I order from Olympia pizza I'm sure that they are going to charge me an arm and a leg for ordering out of their service area.

"Fine, I'm bored come on you're the only other person that I know in Long Island." I groan I never should have told him that I live on long island at lunch. I know that I was distracted with issue with my ex but still what the hell possessed me to tell him my address. "No"

I shut the phone call off before ordering my pizza before pushing today's events far from my mind. I shifted my head ever so slightly so that I could look at the tv screen before flipping it on. Soon the air was filled with blood-curdling screams from a horror movie. One of my favorites really, at the moment the zombie was ripping apart some dumb 's when I thought occurred to me, I have fought countless monster but I never fought a zombie it's kind of unfair.

As I watched the zombie horde swarming the poor suburban community I heard a ring at the door. Finally, the pizza was taking forever in hades to get here. I rush to the door and as I flung the door open I felt a sneer formed on my face. Standing there with my pizza box in hand a sly grin on his face stood Percy. Gods help me.