Chapter 13

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Annabeth (contd. From the previous chapter)

Next I woke up in an unfamiliar room. One side was painted a deep, mesmerizing blue while the others were left white.

Slowly I sat up straight in the bed. I realizedI was wearing some unfamiliar clothes. I thought it would be best if I checked this place out. I first door I came across happened to be the bathroom. I used it to freshen myself up. Next I went down flight of stairs and I heard some voices from the... kitchen?

As soon as I entered, I was enveloped in the warmth of home, chocolate chip cookies and pancakes. A women was standing over the stove cooking some more. She had mid-length brown wavy hair and a warm face. She seemed to be talking to her son, who just happened to be Perseus Jackson.

When she saw me, a smile broke out on her face. "Come, come dear, have some breakfast. What's your name, dear?"

"Annabeth Chase, ma'am, thank you." Then I began to dig in the heavenly food. My brother had told me to be polite and have manners, but to never decline anything someone offers you.

I could feel Percy's gaze on me for sometime but I ignored him. There would be plenty of time to talk to him later. He and his mother were engaged in some kind of a conversation, from time to time he or his mother would crack a smile.

I felt ill at ease. Why does his house bring me more comfort rather than mine?

The conversation didn't seem to be about me- and that was something extremely admiral- but at one time when I thought they were talking about me, I caught Percy blushing and promptly saying 'no' a bit louder. He turned to me for a moment and went a bit redder. His mother- Sally- laughed.

Nah! They aren't talking about me.

Xxx

"So, what were you doing back there?"

Any other situation, any other person; especially Percy Jackson, I would have denied the fact. But this time, I could not come up with any logical explanation of not giving him a statement et plus, he is very persistent.

" I waaaaas in the... market... on my way home... when these... boys... jumped...on me. And...you know the rest."

"What parent would allow their 16 year old child out on the streets in the dead of the night."

That hit the point. What parents, he says. Well, those who left their seven year old child alone and never once tried to find me.

"I snuck out."

"You shouldn't do that"

"Sorry."

"Common," he said, picking up his keys, "I'll drop you home."

No way was I going to reveal my brother's location. I racked my brains to come up with a legitimate excuse. Think, Annabeth, think.

"Address?" he asked, starting the engine. He had a sweet ride. Focus, Annabeth, focus.

I leaned on the outside of the passenger seat. "Percy, listen. There's no need for you to do this.

You and I, we have always been enemies. Lets' forget anything happen and then we can go back to hating each other. There's no need for you to pretend to care. I am a big girl now. I will go back to my house and you can go back to yours." Good. Point one Annabeth.

Percy seemed quite for a moment. But then he just had to open his pretty mouth.

"Have you ever read Harry Potter?"

"Of course not-wait-what?" Where did that come up from?

Percy Jackson stared at me. His eyes were popping out.

"You-u-u haven't re-read Harry Potter?"

I instinctively looked down. I didn't have the means, you idiot. Plus it didn't even look that interesting.

"Anyways, there was this moment when Harry and Ron saved Hermione form a troll and the next time they meet they were friends. At the end it was written and I quote, 'There are some things ...' um... basically that after experiencing some experiences," he arched an eyebrow, "you can't live without them."

"Wait- they weren't friends before?"

He face-palmed.

"Just get in the car."

I got in. After a while I started smiling and I could feel Percy smiling beside me.

I was sure of one thing. Percy and I, we'll be good.

-x x -x -x—x=-s=a-wefok

I was nervous. The house was the same, but then I had passed by this house every day, and not one day for nine years, not one of them had recognised me.

My feet felt heavy but Percy coaxed me to go on.

He rang the doorbell.

I heard footsteps coming from the inside. "Coming," my father called out.

Soon I was looking into the face of Fredrick Chase.

"Yes?"

"Your daughter sir," Percy said.

He looked at me sceptically but then said, "yeah, yeah, get in Annie..beth."

He even forgot my name.

Percy brought me back to my own house, but then why was I feeling that he had brought me to a prison where my father was the police, percy was the undercover cop/something and I, Annabeth Chase was the culprit.

Anyways, Fredrik allowed me to stay and I decided it was better this way than having to explain myself. But only I knew the way I cried at night, desperately hoping that life would end or my brother comes back.

-x x-x s-dwjgfdjklkjasdfghjklkwjhgfdhjdsjhvbns adjqwghu iy hdshirughdfh

Later (approx. 1 week)

Love,

Annabeth

I put on my coat and went outside. Minutes later I put on some big sunglasses. Nobody would doubt it; New York is cool about that.

I still had the key with me. Swiftly I went inside before anybody could see me and kept my letter on the desk. He would find it, no doubt.

Then I turned on my heel and went back to my hell-hole. I didn't want to make trouble for my brother or make a huge mess by staying here when I so want to stay here.

And then my life went on. And you know about that.

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