Well! Finally wrote chapter 2, been stalling for like a month now.

Once again, I do not own Percy Jackson , nor will I ever own it.

CH 2 Chrissy's POV

Melody and I didn't talk the whole way home. She waved at me when she went into her house, but that was the extent of it. Dad asked me how therapy was, I said 'fine' and continued to look out the window. Trevor talked about this cashier with a whole bunch of tattoos and I just continued to stare out the window.

When we finally pulled into the garage, I practically ran inside, almost slamming the door. The stairs to the second floor was right by the garage door, so I just hung on the doorknob and swung around, running up the stairs.

The stairs led to a hall, which led to 4 doors: mine, Trevor's and at the end of the hall is the guest room. On the opposite side, there was the bathroom me and Trevor shared.

I ran into my room, and defiantly slammed that door. After flopping on my bed, I just lay there, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. I had already done all my thinking in the car; that Melody must be talking about her 'monsters', which cannot be the same thing as mine.

I sighed and threw my pillow across the room, hitting my vanity mirror/desk. I groaned and literally rolled off of my bed and started crawling to get it. After I got to the pillow, I didn't even want to get up to go back to my bed, so I pulled myself onto the rolley chair in front of my vanity mirror.

Pictures were scattered across the edges of the mirror. One of an older man with brown shaggy hair, with a younger version of him sitting on his lap. The older one was reading him a book, the younger one staring at the pages like they were gold. The older one was pale and freckles, with bright hazel eyes and light brown hair. The younger version of him with slightly tanner and less freckly skin, the same bright hazel eyes and dark eyelashes, but the younger one's hair was almost black, thank his Italian momma for that. The younger one's hair was short, but when long, it's an uncombable mess.

That's my dad and my little brother. Shene and Trevor Donnell. Ages 47 and 8. Dad is a professor of at the University of Chicago, teaches the history of ancient Greece. Smartest person I know. Trevor's in 3rd grade. They look alike, but Trevor doesn't burn as much as me and dad do, his mom being Italian and all. Trevor was almost up to my shoulder, but I'm short for my age. Dad's tall, over 6 feet, and a stick, just like Trevor

A picture showed Melody Thompson sitting in a lawn chair, grinning like an idiot, with her red wavy hair, black beanie and light blue eyes. I wouldn't call her chubby, but I would at the same time. She's not tan, but she's not white like me. She's what I call a 'European Mutt', well, what my cousin Shae calls. Melody was always nice to everyone, but when you got on her bad side...well, just don't get on her bad side. It's hard to, you have to really stab her in the back for you to be on her bad side, and it's hard to get off it once you're on it. She's 14, in eight grade. We met because back when I was in 6th grade, I need a tutor for math class and she is really good at math.

Another girl with dark, brown curly hair stared back at me. Her eyebrows were raised, slightly smiling and her fingers made a peace sign. She has dark brown eyes, that she got from her mother, thank you very much, framed with dark lashes and pale skin full of freckles. Skinny, she has a high metabolism because of her ADHD. She's short, even short for her age. Barley even 5 feet tall, 12 years old, 13 in a few days on February 14. That's me, Christine Belle. Nice to meet you, but call me Chrissy. My dad is Shene Donnell, mother unknown. She got pregnant with me, gave birth and left, that's all I know. I don't know how old she was, who she was, what she was like. I know my dad met her during his first year teaching, but I hope to God she wasn't a student of his. I have her last name and I have a picture of her. I look exactly like her, except for the pale skin.

I only have one picture of my cousin Shae, or Shayla Hendrickson, but it's defiantly the prettiest picture of her. She lives in Kansas City, so I only see her during the summers. The picture I have was taken when we were walking home from the pool in my neighborhood. She's wearing a bikini, put she has a white tank top on over the black and yellow polka dots bikini with black bottoms. The top is showing through, her blonde hair still wet and wavy, which she hates. She's propped up against a wall and smiling, even though she hates her smile. She has hazel eyes, and tanned skin from always being outside during the summer. Dimples when she smiles a certain way. She's a European mutt, mostly German and Norwegian. She's the only family member outside of my dad and brother who likes me, and she isn't technically related to me.

That's sad. But my family is full of jerks, so the feeling is mutual. They only thing my aunt and uncle have done so far in life is give me Shae.

So, story time. My dad's sister married this guy. He's brother and wife had Shae, who abused her. When CPS took Shae away from her parents, my Aunt Alayna and Uncle Kirk took her in. They never adopted her; they never figured that she would be with them long. That was 6 years ago, she's 14 now, 15 in June. Since my aunt and uncle never adopted her, she's a ward of the state, like Melody. So she's technically not related to me, but it's easier to just tell people she's my cousin. She's staying until she's 18 and then she's out.

Shae's like me, she doesn't like the family. They're all mean to me and she see's through their fake niceness.

Gran and Pa run the family show, and they are not nice, well, at least not to me. They hate me, all because of my parents.

Time for another story.

When my dad met my mom, he was engaged to this Irish woman who my grandparents adored. When dad met mom, he broke off the other engagement, which pissed my grandparents off a lot, which then caused my dad's 2 (Alayna and Aedan) sibling to be pissed; they still follow their parent's lead.

They all tried to convince him to take the other chick back and he refused, saying that they no longer controlled him, he was a grown man and he could be with anyone he wanted. And when I was born and mom left, they took it out on me. They call me 'that kid', 'that screw up', and Gran even called me a slut once.

I was 11.

And when I was 2, dad met Caterina, Cate; the whole family pretty much praised Jesus that he found another good catch. She was cool and all, bought me clothes, but she didn't show her true colors until after they got married.

My first memory was of Cate telling me that I was going to be the ugly step child and that's all I would ever be good for.

I was 4.

Dad got hitched that same year, the whole family was praying for a kid soon, in hopes of me being erased because of it. And it was later that night that Cate announced that she was 5 months pregnant.

Trevor was born on April 12, when I was 4. The family could not have been more excited. They forgot about me and starting fawning over Trevor, which I loved.

When Trevor was 2 and I was 6, Cate left. Gran and Pa blamed me, then everyone else did.

But my dad never left my side. He always loved me and fought off the attacks by his family.

The attacks got worse. They called me crazy, stupid, ugly, told me that I ruined everything. When they can ignore my existence, they do. When I can ignore theirs, I do. They still love my father, adore my brother, hate me. Only reason why Shae doesn't hate me too was because she saw through them, saw through their fake niceness and saw their hatefulness towards me.

We met at a wedding for one of Uncle Aeden's 7 kids (not joking) when I was 9. Her 'parents' tried to keep her away from me, saying lies about me. She talked to me anyway, and got to know me. She gave me her number and we talked on the phone all the time. She came over that summer and she never stopped coming.

Footsteps. Coming up the stairs, Dad's because they're heavier. I snapped out of my trance and jumped into the same routine I ave been running for most of my life now.

I ran to my bed and jumped on it, pretending to be asleep.

Yeah, I still fake being asleep.

Don't lie, you still do it to.

I didn't want to talk to dad; he'd ask if me and Melody got in a fight or something.

I shut my eyes and waited for the knocking.

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