Ohmygod what were you thinking? Stupid, stupid stupid stupid!

Persephone had woken up the next morning after a very rough nights sleep thanks to over analyzing every small detail about the incident from the day before. The more she thought about it, the worse it became. Closing her eyes, she refused to move from her bed, embarrassment turning her face a pretty shade of blush.

"Seph, I'm leaving! Say goodbye!" Demeter shouted down from the kitchen, no doubt.

"Bye!" Persephone yelled, turning on her side, the bed sheets getting tangled and becoming too tight. Adjusting the covers, she squirmed back into a comfortable position, trying to get a few more minutes of rest after her terrible night. Right as she was about to doze off, Demeter barged in without so much as a knock.

"Excuse me, that is not a goodbye!" Demeter said, marching over to the other side of the bed, where Persephone was facing. Kneeling down only slightly, her mother glared at her in distaste towards her daughter's laziness. "Get up."

"But Ma, I'm tired."

"I don't care, get up. My daughter will not act like some tired bum from the side of the road. Get up." Demeter snapped, rising from her kneeling position unblinkingly at her daughter. "If you're going to continue to live in my house, you will listen to your mother."

You wouldn't let me move out, don't you remember?

"I'll be up when you get out, I need to change."

"Fine, but you better be quick," Demeter walked out of the room with an air of finality, closing the door behind her.

Closing her eyes once more, Persephone let herself have one more minute before she dragged herself out of bed.

Growing up, Demeter and Persephone had always had a odd relationship. Persephone was an only child and Demeter was a single mother who was the President of Abject Mills Inc., the largest provider of grain and baking products in the country. Persephone was unplanned, to say the least, but nine months later, Hestia, Demeter's sister, held Demeter's hand as the doctor presented a fussy pink baby. For as long as Persephone could remember, Demeter went on and on about how she was the most active baby she had ever seen. Demeter was delighted but not too surprised when Persephone started standing up at 6 months and finally walked at 8 months. Ever since then, Demeter set milestones for her daughter that Seph struggled to keep up with.

At age five, Persephone got moved up to 1st grade, Demeter beaming while Seph moped in the principal's chair. At age seven, Seph got an award from her school for academic excellence, an accomplishment for a girl in the most prestigious grammar school in the New York City private school system. At age nine, Seph started acting up when she saw other kids playing in the street. Demeter sat her down on the very expensive sofa in the living room and by the end of it Seph had somehow been convinced to take up violin as well as her already put in place piano lessons, apologizing about her "dramatic outburst." At age twelve, Persephone was looking through the mail while her mother wandered off to take a call and found a letter addressed to "My Daughter." Stuffing the letter under her skirt, she ran up to her open brick walled bedroom and tore open the envelope, reading the sharp and traditionally masculine writing. What she got from it was her father's name and address so with a quick google search she found him. Zeus Cyning was a conservative corporate mogul, one of the richest men in the world, and from what the articles said, a reputable cheater and corrupt as all hell, only getting out of legal trouble by hiding his tracks exceptionally well. Cutting out the return address on the letter, she scrambled to her desk and wrote back a hasty reply, scotch taping the cut out paper on the envelope that held her letter. Demeter hadn't found out about the little message until right after Persephone's thirteenth birthday.

Smacking a large stack of what looked like legal papers down onto the countertop where Persephone was eating breakfast, the amount of fury and anger in Demeter's face was enough to make Seph start to shake.

Those legal documents were from her newly discovered father, demanding a paternity test and visitation rights, maybe even partial custody of her.

"You stupid girl! You ugly stupid little girl! What? You think I don't care enough about you? I wasn't enough for you? Do you realize what you've done? He's going to take you away from me because you can't keep your grubby little hands to yourself! You want to leave? Then GET OUT!"

After the argument that ensued, Persephone was sent away to a private boarding school in Connecticut the minute she was able to get in- a place where neither Demeter or Zeus could touch her until she came back home. It was there that she met Dionysus, Apollo, Artemis, and Iris. It was somehow both a comfort and a grave surprise when she found out that three out of the four were her half siblings, all thanks to her father's dick not staying in his pants. They had more siblings, the twins said, "It's like a fucking game of 'Guess Who?' When trying to find someone to date. Do they have nice eyes? Yes. Are they my sibling? Probably!"

At age sixteen, persephone graduated a year early for her grade, two years early for her age, much to the disappointment of her now inseparable sibling-friend group. As she said goodbye to her friends at the graduation ceremony's empty car lot, a black and tinted window mercedes rolled up, a white gloved chauffeur opening the door to emit a rather tall and burly man impeccably dressed in his no doubt Italian suit, his unmistakably the same as the one Seph saw when she looked up his name online.

"Hey, Dad."

At age seventeen, Demeter finally let her daughter visit her father's house in Washington D.C., Seph's nicest winter clothes were packed and pass in hand as she got into the rental townhouse car to take her to the airport. Upon entering the terminal, a tall man in a deep black suit with a white button down introduced himself and lead her to the private plane area of the airport, much to her confusion. Twenty minutes later, she was on her father's "company" Boeing plane, the interior completely suped up in tan leather and is that gold? An hour and a half and an earache later, she was officially in Washington D.C., wondering if her father would see her at the airport. With an awkward air to her movements, she thanked the pilot and everyone else on board as she and her tall suited babysitter walked out of the plane hanger, glancing around for her father who might or might not be there. When she walked through the entirety of the airports confusing and uniform structure- Do they have two Jamba Juices or am I lost?- and didn't see her father anywhere throughout the exploration, the feelings towards her absentee father became melancholy and a grudging indifference started to permanently bloom.

"I apologize, your father had a business meeting. He will see you at dinner."

"Must have been a very long business meeting considering im just meeting him now."

"He attended your graduation."

"He missed my graduation. I'm not in the mood to get a lecture filled with lies, Mister…" Persephone trailed off, realizing she never bothered asking his name. The man looked up at her and his eyes looked a million miles away.

"Hermes, and he didn't attend my graduation either."

Persephone opened her eyes back up only to realize that she had fallen asleep again for the past hour. Shit. She scrambled out of bed, ran to her closet, got dressed, went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, only to run downstairs and see an empty house.

Great.

Hey guys!

Sorry for the late update I'm finishing finals and college stuff. I'm planning on posting more soon right after but this little backstory should tide you over until then. Thank you for all the people following this story it really means a lot. Hope you enjoyed and leave a review if you want. Oh, also,,,,,,, if you have anything you want to see just review or pm me and i'll totally consider it i love input.

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