Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, or any other previously named characters in this story. They belong to their original writers.
Life as we Knew it.
Percy's Point of View
After she told me her name, I followed her to one of the 15 guest bedrooms of her humongous mansion and she told me to leave my things there. However, before she left the room I suddenly blurted,"Do you live here alone?"
"No," she replied sullenly, as if remembering something painful. "My daughter is usually her with me, but she is sleeping over at a friends house tonight, so that you could settle in here without any interference.'
Instantly every hope of my ever loving this gorgeous woman (who looked to be the same age as me) was shattered. She was most definitely married. "So," I questioned,"where's your husband?" She paused for a moment before barely saying the words,"I…I don't have one," and then she bolted out of the room almost in tears. I had obviously hit a nerve.
Chantal's Point of View
I ran to my room crying over that so painful memory. Every day I have to relive that feeling. And every day, Natanya makes me smile. She has my smile, as well as shoulder length black hair, and gorgeous eyes. Her father's eyes. Oh, how I hated that dreadful man, but I could never tell that to Tani. She believed that he had died in a car accident before she was born and that I had nothing of his because I missed him, not hated him. How could I feel anything after what he had done to me. The truth of the matter was that he thought I was dead and that my dear Natty never existed. And as long as he believed that, we were both safe from his wrath.
Once I had calmed down and cleaned up, I headed back to Percy's room to apologize. "Percy?" I asked quietly at his door. "Come in," was his only response. He swiftly rose from the edge of his bed and said to me,"I am so sorry Ms. Breston. I did not know that my question would upset you like that."
"Percy, you do not need to be sorry! It was entirely my fault for not telling you sooner. My husband died years ago in a car accident, and I should have already told you so we wouldn't have to have this awkward conversation." No sooner had I finished my sentence when we heard a huge "Slaaam," from downstairs, and I instantly knew today was only going to get worse.
This is my second chapter, and I hoped you liked it! The story is far from over, so please keep an eye on this story since I write pretty quickly. Please review truthfully. I want to know if you like the story or not, and if you want, you can give me a few pointers, suggestions, or ideas.
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