The fire of anger that built in Mom's olive green eyes rivalled the one in my own amber eyes.

"Why did you do that!" she shouted at me in a mixture of rage and confusion, shooting up into a standing position from her chair and pointing an accusing finger at the broken shards of glass on the floor.

I pulled my lips back into a snarl and bore my teeth like a defensive wild animal as I retaliated, "How could you, Mom! How dare you! How dare you try and take away my memories again!"

I know. I was indirectly revealing to her that I already knew everything. But I saw no other choice but to come clean now.

The look in her eyes flashed from anger to shock, but it returned to anger in just a few seconds. "So you know everything," she muttered under her breath, her blazing green eyes assessing me in disbelief.

I clenched my fists in anger and kept my stance firm as I answered briskly, "Yes. I know everything." And then, out of fury, I added, "Everything that you've kept from me for fifty years. The truth that you substituted with lies. My so-called 'memories' were all lies crafted by you. Everything that you put into my head were lies."

With her eyes still focused on me, Mom then skirted around the table slowly like a lioness that was readying to attack its prey. But I did not back down. I did not want to show her that I was afraid. I had never before rebelled against her, but the situation called for it.

"I only did it to keep you safe," she told me in a hard voice, now just a few feet away from me. "All those things that you referred to as 'lies' were just my attempts to keep you safe."

And that made me instantly pissed off.

"What do you mean by that? Keep me safe? You stole my entire life from me! I was brainwashed to think that I was a normal human when I was much more than that! I am a goddess, and you knew! You weren't trying to keep me safe! You just didn't want me to know!"

I guess me shouting finally ticked her off, because she then snapped, "YOU DON'T KNOW, PERSEPHONE! YOU DON'T KNOW WHY I HAD TO DO IT! YOU JUST DON'T!"

Her voice was so loud that I instinctively took a step back, whereas she took a step forward. However, despite my small act of being intimidated, my anger burned as strong and hot as ever.

"Are you sure about that, Demeter? Are you sure that you just took me away from the rest of the pantheon just to keep me safe? Or just because you didn't want me to go back to my husband?"

Her eyes widened to the size of teacup saucers when I spat the last word out. She cried out, "Do not dare mention that word! Do not dare mention that vile creature who stole you away from me!"

The fire inside me grew stronger and deadlier when she called Hades that. The fire of anger was so white-hot I swear I could bring the whole house down in a fit of rage.

"No! Don't you dare say that crap about him! Hades is not vile! He only did what he did out of love for me! He is kind, gentle, caring, and I love him! I don't care about what you think! He is my husband, whether you like it or not!"

Unfortunately, the second I had finished my words, I didn't have enough time to deflect the wave of repulse that was directed at me by my mother. I was knocked off my feet in an instant, and fell to the ground just a few feet away from where I had been standing.

My mother's wave of power had knocked out the oxygen from my lungs, and my whole body felt completely limp, like a rag doll. I tried to get back up, but I was too weak. My eyes rolled up to look at my mother, who was towering before me and looking down at me with a poisonous glare.

"I should have known that you were involved with him again," she seethed in malice. "I should have known better. Now, I won't make the same mistake. Ever again."

In an instant, she grabbed my arm so tightly then I cried out in pain. My own goddess strength couldn't even compete with my mother's. And even if I did try, I would have easily failed miserably.

She started to drag me across the floor and up the stairs, which made me feel even more like a rag doll. She didn't even bother to let me stand and walk, and I felt seriously insulted.

With all the energy I had left, I began to shout at the top of my voice and thrash around violently in her tight hold. But her grip remained tight and she wasn't even the tiniest bit affected by my screaming.

Finally, I was pulled to the door of my room. Mom opened it and threw me inside. I landed on the floor in front of my bed, my back coming in contact with the footboard.

I willed myself to bring myself up into a sitting position, but was suddenly distracted by my mother's hand going into the pocket of the cardigan I wore. When she pulled her hand out, I could see in the dim lighting of my room that she had my BlackBerry.

With a firm gaze, she said, "We wouldn't want any unwanted calls now, do we?"

And with her goddess strength, she simply tightened her grip on the phone, and the gadget broke into many pieces easily.

"NO!" I yelled, afraid that I had lost the only form of contact I had with Hades. Now how was I supposed to call him and inform him that I was in trouble?

As I cried, feeling the hot tears flowing rapidly down my cheeks, my mother bent down to my level and held my chin with her thumb and index finger. I recoiled in disgust, despising any contact I had with her now, but she held my chin firmly and kept my head in place.

She spoke in her 'motherly' voice, "If you behave, I'll let you out in the morning, and we will leave Heatherton by then. For now, you're grounded, young lady."

And in just a few seconds, she got up, left the room, and shut the door.

Immediately, I got to my feet and threw myself at the door, screaming loudly to be let out. Both my hands gripped onto the doorknob desperately, but I cursed loudly when I realized that somehow, the door had managed to be locked from the outside.

I banged my fists even harder against the wood of my door, hoping that I could somehow break it down. But to my disappointment and dismay, it stood strong under my mighty fists.

I knew instantly that the case of the doorknob and the impenetrable door was the doing of my mother.

I cried my heart out as I fell down to the floor, suffering in the fear that I have finally been defeated by my mother and will never see Hades ever again. I curled up into a tight ball, hoping that somehow, this was all a nightmare and I would wake up soon.

I really didn't know how I managed, but I fell asleep after a while.

"That was quite intense," Lachesis remarked. "And quite a bit shocking and painful for the eyes to behold."

"Such cruelty Demeter had displayed towards her daughter," Atropos said with disgust. "And yet she can still say that she is doing it for Persephone's own good."

Clotho, who had been silently observing the scene, then replied, "But that is how Demeter is, sisters. Thinking that whatever she is doing is right while the actual truth is all wrong. She is stubborn, and needs a lesson for her cruelty."

And then, turning to her brunette and redhead older sisters, she said, "So let's give her something to fume about. Shall we?"

When I woke up, I realized two things.

One; it was still dark. I looked at the clock and saw that it was just three in the morning.

Two; I was still curled up in a ball on the floor.

I stayed still and silent as everything that had happened just a few hours ago replayed itself in my mind. I felt tears streaming from my eyes, but I sniffled silently this time, instead of sobbing loudly.

How could this have happened? I wondered to myself. How could she be so selfish? How could she be so cruel?

My heart felt extremely heavy in my chest, and I was afraid that it might indeed break into a million pieces. All the love I had for my mother seemed to have disappeared, as did my trust in her. Now, I didn't feel like calling her my mother. In my eyes, the mother that I knew, Demi Korey, wasn't a liar.

But Demi Korey was now dead. In fact, she was never even supposed to exist. Now, she is Demeter, the biggest liar to have ever been in my life.

Fifty years of lies. How was I supposed to forgive her for that?

Slowly and carefully, I moved into a sitting position. Thankfully, I managed to regain my energy, but I decided to not waste any more of it on screaming and begging. My attempts would just be ignored and I'd be left to wallow in more pain.

My eyes stung from the excessive amount of crying, and my cheeks were sticky with dry tears. My hair was a mess, and it bothered me.

I made my way to the vanity table with a heavy heart. I turned on the miniature lamp that stood there next to the mirror and examined myself in the reflective glass. Indeed, my face was a mess.

The room felt hot, so I shed off my cardigan, letting it fall to the floor behind me. I picked up my hairbrush and ran it gently through the knots in my russet waves, smoothing it.

As I stared at my amber eyes in the mirror, I noticed the sadness it held. Seeing myself so sad made tears immediately rim my eyes, and I put down the hairbrush down immediately and covered my face with my hands. How I wish I could wash away the signs of crying on my face, but I couldn't, because more would just keep on coming.

What am I supposed to do? I asked myself as I cried. I feel so lost and alone. Someone, please help me. Hades, I need you.

And then suddenly, I felt a new sensation.

I looked up and saw both my hands glowing golden. My power was collected in it, and I knew immediately that it was for a purpose.

Just then, I noticed something on the vanity table was glowing a faint golden as well. I averted my eyes from my hands and to the object.

I found that it was the red rose that I had grown with my powers just this evening.

As I focused my gaze on it, I realized that the rose was changing on its own will. The stalk swayed as the crown of red petals made movement. The thorns seemed to be changing sizes with each passing second. The flower seemed to be growing a bit larger.

I noticed that it was growing to the side, and I turned my head and saw the window.

An idea flashed into my mind instantly.

Quickly, I reached out and hovered a hand over the flower. With forceful will, I commanded it to grow bigger, and it obeyed.

I watched in a mixture of amazement and determination as it grew and grew and grew. It grew so large that the vase that it was in broke with assertive force. I took a step back when the single rose suddenly grew into one bushful of red roses, which took over the entirety of my vanity table area.

I took a few more steps back and climbed onto my study table, which was facing the window. I willed the bush of roses to grow even more and cover the entire room, but also told it mentally to leave only the area of the study table and the window free so that I could make an easy escape.

Finally, the room was entirely covered with one massive bush of red roses with huge and sharp thorns. The bushes blocked view of the door, meaning that any who tried to enter would have extreme difficulty.

Excellent. I thought to myself.

And then I didn't hesitate to continue with the next part of the plan.

I point a hand at the glass window, and broke the glass window panes with enough energy to overcome the shielding magic of my mother's in that very instant.

Crash!

Demeter immediately woke up from her sleep and jolted upright in bed when she heard that loud crashing noise, which sounded very clearly like glass breaking.

Instinctively, she jumped off her bed and ran out of her room to Persephone's room. When she threw open the door, she was blocked by a tall and huge bush of thorny roses.

"PERSEPHONE!" she shouted, waiting for an answer. Nothing.

Desperately, she pointed a hand at the bush of roses, and it immediately wilted. It pained her to wilt a creation of nature, for she was the goddess who took care of it. But if it was standing in between her and her daughter, she would definitely not hesitate.

"PERSEPHONE!" she screamed again, and once again, she was met with no answer.

Her powers grew with her desperation, and the bushes of roses that took up the entire space began to wilt and die immediately. Demeter marvelled to herself slightly about how strong her daughter's powers must be now if she was able to conjure up a massive and strong rose shield like this.

Suddenly, the bushes have all died. Scattered on the floor were dead leaves, roses and branches. The room was once again clear of rose bushes.

And it was only then did Demeter realize the glass of the window had been smashed open, and Persephone was nowhere in sight.

"PERSEPHONE!"

When I had landed onto the ground of the garden, I was lucky to not have attained any scratches. I thanked Olympus for that, now gracing my true Greek heritage.

But I wasted no more than a few seconds to get back on my feet and make my escape.

I started running as fast as I could. But when I was now several feet away from the cul-de-sac entryway, I could hear my mother screaming my true name.