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Percy's P.O.V:

"I can report you."

Poseidon looked back at Percy, eyebrows raised. "Why would you report me?"

"Because you're taking me somewhere without my approval,"

"No," Poseidon said as he made a turn to another street. "I want to help you. Besides, you were the one that decided to come into the car with me."

"You don't even know my name."

Poseidon sighed, "Perseus."

Percy's jaw went slack, and he eyed Poseidon. An alarming feeling was rising in his stomach, but he held his ground. "How did you know that?"

Poseidon simply watched him with tired eyes. "You don't remember me?"

Percy shook his head, eyebrows furrowing. "I don't want to, nor do I remember you."

The man sitting next to him fell silent. "I'm sorry, Perseus."

Percy set his feet against the dashboard, ideas of what Poseidon could do to him running through his mind. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I'm taking you to my hotel."

"I don't want to go to your hotel. Drop me on the street."

Poseidon yawned, an exasperated look etched onto his face. "I'm taking you somewhere where you'll be safe."

Percy snorted. "Define 'safe'."

"Safe meaning you aren't out in the streets where anybody can take you and hurt you."

Percy raised an eyebrow, "Isn't that exactly what you're doing?"

"Perseus." Poseidon's voice was anything but soft.

"Oh," Percy watched him, "how do you know my name, anyway?"

Poseidon let out a sigh. "We're.. related."

"And how," Percy grit his teeth, "are we related?"

Poseidon never answered. He pulled up along a motel, and cut the engine. Eyeing Percy, he said, "Are you coming?"

"No."

Poseidon fished out his phone and placed it on Percy's lap. "If you think I'm trying to hurt you, call the police."

Percy glanced at his phone for a moment, one that no doubt costed hundreds, before narrowing his eyes. "Fine."

Something flashed in Poseidon's eyes. "Let's go, Perseus."

Percy groaned softly, anxiety coursing through his veins. He tried to hide his shaking arms while they walked.

When they entered, Percy was immediately met by the aroma of old carpets and drying paint. The motel wasn't tremendous, but it wasn't exactly small, either. The carpets were a pale sort of maroon, and they were heavy against Percy's feet. Hallways were built into the motel and Poseidon led them to the nearest door, picking out a key.

He unlocked the door with a soft click, and gestured Percy inside.

Only a single room with twin beds next to each other and a medium window was visible to Percy. Next to the window was a bathroom, or what seemed like one.

Percy eyed Poseidon. "Why do you need two beds?"

Poseidon gave him a sideways glance, running his hands through his hair. He took a seat onto the bed -which had simple white sheets and a blue blanket- and shut his eyes. "They aren't always for me."

A sick feeling rose in Percy's stomach, and it added to his nervousness. Poseidon patted the seat next to him, and just then Percy realized that he was wearing a jet black tuxedo. Everything about him seemed so professional, yet at the same time disorganized.

"Sit down, Perseus."

Percy swallowed. "I'll just stand."

Inhaling softly, Poseidon nodded. "I assume why you want to know why you're here?"

Percy almost rolled his eyes at him.

When he didn't say anything else, Poseidon began to speak.

"How do I say this? Perseus, you wouldn't remember me, but does my name ring a bell?"

"No."

"Your mother and I fell in love."

When he finally registered the words, Percy began to choke midway through swallowing his spit. He took a deep breath, heart beating rapidly. Was there a man his mother had loved before his father left?

"Mom never told me about you."

A pained expression flashed across Poseidon's features. "She did. You just need to connect the pieces together."

Percy knew exactly what he meant. Lingering in the back of his mind was a voice that kept whispering quietly. Father. Dad. He's your dad. Don't you see?

After multiple seconds that passed by in silence, Percy met Poseidon's gaze. It was hard to tell what Poseidon was thinking, with his face set into an emotionless mask. He wouldn't look Percy in the eye for more than a second.

"You know," Percy licked his chapped lips, "I'm surprised you didn't leave me in the streets when you saw me."

Poseidon looked genuinely taken back. "What?"

This time, Percy met his gaze with intensity. He pressed his back into the wall. "You're good with leaving people, leaving them feeling unwanted. That's all you've been doing when you were in my life, anyway. Leave." The word rolled of Percy's tongue as he sneered at his father.

"Perseus-"

Percy threw his head back, laughing. There was anything but humor in it. "Shut up, dad. I hate you."

Hurt flashed across Poseidon's eyes, making them seem even brighter. He sucked in a breath, but a moment later, acted as though it didn't matter. He watched Percy with stiff features. "Listen-"

A ringing sound interrupted him, and Percy felt the phone in his hand vibrating. He glanced at it, reading the ID, which said "Hades". Scoffing, Percy threw it at the man in front of him. At this point, he couldn't care less about what respect was.

"Take it," Percy said. "I'm leaving."

For a moment, Poseidon seemed torn between the two choices. He gave out a long sigh, and Percy was astounded at how old he looked. He finally noticed the dark circles and wrinkles etched onto his face. Percy almost felt bad.

"Perseus, please, just give me a second."

Percy snorted. He looked out the window of Poseidon's apartment for a second and made his decision. "I've waited fifteen years for you. Guess a second wouldn't hurt."

Poseidon answered the phone. "Hello?"

As he talked, bits of agreement and arguing with the man on the other side. Percy sighed as Poseidon walked to the bathroom, obviously for privacy. He pulled his sleeve down, gaze burning into the scars implemented onto his wrist. They made up a satisfying design, and he traced his finger along the cuts slowly. An urge went through him to hurt himself yet again, but he pushed it aside.

A minute later, Poseidon appeared behind Percy.

"What's that?"

Percy jumped, pulling his sleeve down instinctively. He turned to see Poseidon, and irritation rose inside of him. "Nothing. Are you done with your phone call?"

Poseidon neared him, holding his wrist with a feather like touch. "Perseus, were those scars?"

"None of your business," Percy snatched his wrist away. "What is with you and wanting to know everything you weren't involved in?"

His father watched him before throwing his hands up. "Fine. I don't care. I'm just trying to be helpful."

"Helpful?" Percy's voice rose. "All you're doing is ruining my life!"

"I haven't even been in your life for an hour, Perseus."

The irritation spiked into anger. "And I would prefer if you wouldn't be in my life for another minute. I'm done with you. You're a bastard," Poseidon's jaw went slack. "and I hate you. I'm leaving."

Poseidon's hand went out to grip Percy's wrist, and this time he enclosed his fingers around it in a vice like grip. "I can't let you do that."

"I don't give a shit."

"Stop. I'm your father, and I have full responsibility over you. You have to listen to me."

"Oh," Percy's lips twisted up. "And where do you plan on taking me? Having some fifteen year old stay with you when obviously you have other things to do?"

Poseidon stared at him thoughtfully before speaking. "I'm taking you to my place in New York."

As she stepped into her house, Annabeth was overcome with smells of fruits. She shut the door behind her, and set her bag down. "I'm back!"

No response.

She walked into the kitchen, finding her mom with her back turned. She was on the phone, her hair up in a bun. When Annabeth cleared her throat again, she turned. Muttering into the phone, Athena clicked it off and smiled at her daughter.

"Hi, honey," she said. "Are you ready?"

Annabeth tilted her head to the suitcases, which were filled to the brim. In total there were eight, with Frederick and Annabeth's things. "Did Dad finish packing?"

"Mhm," Athena hummed. She filled a cup of water and handed it to Annabeth. "Drink this.

"Why?"

"Water helps before a flight," Athena told her. "I'll give you a packet of gum before you leave, too."

The four worded question that was urging it's way out of Annabeth made her breathe deeply. Before she could back down, Annabeth asked, "Will you miss me?"

Athena looked surprised. "Of course, honey. But you are allowed to visit during your breaks. I'll see you eventually."

Annabeth nodded, knowing it was useless to have asked. She glanced at the clock. Seven thirty. Their flight would take off at ten, and they needed to be there by eight. "Should I call Dad?"

"Yes," Athena walked over to the door, opening it and taking her keys. "I'll be in the car. Tell Frederick to hurry up."

With a slight nod, Annabeth slowly strode to the living room. Her father was plastered against the frame, a beer in his hand. He looked up and grinned when he saw Annabeth. The look on his face caused shivers to crawl down Annabeth's spine, and she took a deep breath before speaking. "It's time to go."

He stood up with a sigh, and slammed the beer onto the coffee table. Coughing slightly, her father walked towards the suitcases, but not before giving her a slap on the face. "You don't talk to your father like that."

Annabeth almost kicked him. "Sorry, father."

He made an approving noise before picking up five of the suitcases. Athena had taken two, having left the door open. Frederick merely walked out, ignoring Annabeth.

Sighing deeply, Annabeth turned to face her house for the last time. She smelled the orange scented air, and lightly placed a hand on the wall. When Athena honked the horn, she grabbed the suitcase and with a final look, shut the door behind her.

The car ride was by far the last thing Annabeth had ever wanted to experience. The tension in the air was so thick Annabeth felt as though it was gnawing at her lungs. Not a word was exchanged with her family, but that was something she was used to.

Although, minuted later, her parents had begun yelling at each other from the top of their lungs. Threatening each other, and spitting out insults like it was nothing to them. Like they weren't able to see their own daughter trying to swallow back tears.

Annabeth remembered the girls at her school, how they talked about their perfect parents. How they had family vacations, spent holidays together, and didn't rip each other's throats out. What had she done to deserve this? Why couldn't she just have a normal family like everyone else? She didn't understand what she ever did wrong to get such a family. Then again, she knew that she was being spoiled.

As she walked towards the plane, bags in hand, Annabeth turned behind her and scanned the crowd in the airport. Her mother was nowhere to be seen in the midst of the crowd, but her eyes met another strangers.

Grey. Her mind immediately went to the night of the hospital. Malcolm. His eyes widened for a moment, before a woman slid her hands along his waist. Annabeth couldn't see the woman's eyes clearly due to her sunglasses, but she had fiery red hair that tumbled down in waves. He gave her a wave, and she smiled back.

Her dad pushed at her back, "Move up."

Annabeth's smile faltered, but she kept eye contact with Malcolm. He seemed to be waiting for someone, or was in line for flights. Annabeth couldn't tell.

He mouthed, I'm glad you're okay.

Annabeth gave a slight nod, though he probably didn't see it. She gave a thankful smile before turning back around. It was almost her turn to board the plane.

Then, with a bit of her lip, Annabeth stepped to the front of the line. She didn't bother looking for her mother, because she had already left. When Annabeth neared the plane, she tried her best to hold in the tears. This was it. This was her new life. After stepping onto the plane, Annabeth realized that no matter how much she tried, her life would never be the same.

A/N: First off, I am so sorry for all this slow updating. I really am. I just need to find the right way to write Broken, and all my thoughts about this story are mixed up. I'm trying to sort it out, and this chapter wasn't really all that great since it's unedited, so forgive me. Happy 2016, beauties! I hope all your holidays went great.

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