Chapter 6
I stared at my hands, horrified. What had I just done to him? A huge part of me wanted to rush over and see that he was alright, and spend the rest of my life apologizing for what I had just done, but for some reason I went towards him and switched off the taps that he was edging towards. Even though he was bleeding, had quite a few fresh bruises forming, and probably had a broken rib or two, the man on the floor smiled up at me. It was a small smile, and tight, and it pained him to do it, I could tell that much, but he smiled anyway. He reached the kitchen counter and heaved himself up using the cabinet doors. His soft-spoken words shook as they left his trembling mouth, which had not stopped shaking since I had broken his jaw, or at least badly damaged it. "Are you okay?" The question threw me, I must admit, why was he asking me if I was all right. He should be asking himself if he was alright, because he clearly wasn't, while I, on the other hand, was perfectly fine, a little bit of blood could be found on my right knuckle, but it wasn't mine, none of the blood was mine. After I got over my confusion, I got mad. Why was he asking if I was okay? And WHY was he being so bloody nice to me? And WHY was I even doing this to him in the first place? I must have looked a real sight to him - my face all red, like it does tend to get when I'm angry, but my eyes welling up with tears as I looked around the room in despair- because he took a hesitant step towards me, dragging his left leg slightly his conflicted eyes looked like they weren't sure whether to hug me or run away from me. Despite my current state, his confusion made me even madder than I already was, and so I slapped him hard, right across the face, and he staggered back into the kitchen counters, his eyes pitying. I hate pity. "3 more days, you can do this, come on." I honestly wasn't sure if he was talking to me, or to himself, and what on earth he meant by that. But I didn't let myself dwell on it, I couldn't really, I felt this huge tiredness overcome me and I collapsed, my flickering vision just allowing me to see the injured man, who could barely stand thanks to me, jump forward to catch me before I hit the ground, wincing in pain as he did…
'Curse friggin Artemis to hell and back. Wait, no- scratch that, I'd rather she didn't come back. At all. Ever.' I sighed deeply as I lowered myself into our colossal sized bathtub, Annabeth always complained that it was practically bigger than our entire flat, but I could tell she didn't really mind it, she expected it really, marrying a son of Poseidon. I know I would have expected it if I had married a daughter of Poseidon, not that I would ever do that, because if they were a daughter of Poseidon that would make them my sister, I mean, technically half-sister, but oh hades, I'm coming off completely how I didn't want to, aren't I? Anyway, I thought I knew what I was doing, marrying a daughter of Athena, but apparently I had no idea. I shook my head, as if that would rid my mind of the negative feelings about Annabeth that were crowding around in there. I knew that it wasn't really her who had beaten me up, I knew that, and my heart knew that, I was just having a hard time convincing my stubborn brain. It has almost been a fortnight since I had left the hunters in the river, and I know that the curse should be ending soon, I wish that it will anyway. Artemis' hatred for men seemed to have leaked into her curse, because Annabeth has suddenly gotten a tendency to become, uh, violent whenever something isn't perfect. And since this is, well, Annabeth, it seems to have gone into overdrive. Already a perfectionist, she really cannot handle even a magazine out of place in her current way-about, and it was starting to wear me out. Her faffing and stressing is bad for her, and its bad for our baby, but most of all, its bad for me. I'm starting to thing that there may not be enough water in the world to heal me after Annabeth's through. And that's saying something. I'm ready to just shut out the entire world rigth now, and relax by myself.
"Percy!"
AN: sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry... I actually have nothing else to say... more will be coming quicker i hope x I have not abandoned this story, I just hardly have anytime to write anymore but I am trying !