Happy Easter everyone!
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I had so much chocolate I feel like I'm going to burst. I can barely type this. Ughhhhh too many eggs.
But hey, at least I uploaded! It would've been sooner but it was Easter and my mom made me be social...
Longer this time, idk how many Word pages because I typed it on Notes on my iPad...stupid thing won't let me upload on it.
Oh whale.
I had to write this chapter way earlier than I thought I had too...you wonderful fudge popsicles spammed me with comments. ILY!
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Enjoyyyyyy.
-MG
PS: this chapter has been updated, so if you are rereading and it sounds different then that's why :)
Chapter Nine
A Bit of Confessing
It was semi-dark when I woke up in the middle of the night. Someone—Annabeth probably—had left one curtain drawn back, letting a bright white bar of moonlight scythe down on my pillow. I buried my face in the soft cotton and groaned. It still smelled of Silena's horrible perfume.
The brunette had left hours ago, leaving me and Annabeth alone. I had immediately taken a long shower and headed to the bar, leaving the blond drama princess to do whatever she did when she was alone. Torture innocent kittens or something? I didn't want to know.
A cool sea breeze came in through the door, which was slightly ajar. I peered over the bed wall and saw nothing but sheets.
Huh. So she couldn't sleep too. I got up and slipped outside to where a small figure sat wrapped in a blanket, staring at the night sky while the moon reflected off her-tear stained face? Was the stone cold Amazon actually crying?
"Percy?" Annabeth looked up. Her voice was unusually raw, and she made no move to wipe away her tears.
I took a seat beside her. "Yeah, I...just couldn't sleep."
"Sorry if I woke you." She turned away and pulled her blanket closer around her.
"No, it's okay." Looking at her like this, I couldn't help but feel bad for screaming at her earlier. But then again, she had deserved it.
Annabeth didn't answer. I studied her face, which was easier to read this time. I saw hurt and…steely anger? I wasn't sure. "Are you crying?"
Her gray eyes didn't meet mine. "Come to make fun?"
"No, just, I'm...sorry for screaming at you earlier." The last part came out in a rush.
Her startled gaze met mine. "No, it was my fault, I didn't realize you were really standing up for me. I thought you were just...gloating. That girl really shocked me for a second."
"Is that why you're crying?"
Annabeth snorted. "As if. It's just..." She stopped and looked at me sideways, as if debating whether to say anything.
"Just what?" I prompted.
"My dad."
"You're dad?" I couldn't ever remember her saying anything about her dad. Mine was a tall bearded guy who loved fishing with matching green eyes.
"Yeah. He divorced my mom when I was little. I never told you this, did I?"
"No."
"Well, from the minute I was born he didn't want me. He tried to pass me off to Athena—my mom—but she wouldn't have it. She was always really busy and didn't have time to raise a child. So I went to live with him."
Her dad sounded like a complete asshole. I listened in stunned silence.
"He'd already moved on when I got there. He'd remarried a "normal wife" and had two "normal children" with her, forgetting completely about the fact that he had another child."
(A/N: Its not exactly like Rick Riordan's version of Annabeth's childhood but I tried to make it as close as possible and fit the story.)
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was a long time ago." Annabeth took a shaky breath. "Everything bad that happened to the family—even things I didn't do—he blamed on me. He thought I was a freak. A monster." Annabeth's voice cracked. "I hated him. When I was seven, I ran away. I made it to Athena's penthouse in Manhattan with the help of a couple friends I met along the way."(A/N: The two friends are NOT Thalia and Luke in the story.)
My mouth dropped open as everything I'd ever thought or known about Annabeth rearranged and shifted in my mind. She'd run away at seven with nothing…all the way to Manhattan nearly all alone? I regretted every time I'd ever called her weak or pathetic. "Maybe your dad had a change of heart or something," I offered weakly. "Have you ever had contact with—"
"As if. He called me a few years before saying he missed me, that he wanted me back. I was fool enough to agree to that, and I went over there for my fall term. He promised we'd go to Greece, just the two of us, and see the Parthenon. But nothing had changed with him. We never went. If possible, it was even more worse than before. I didn't even make it through Christmas. I called Athena and came right back to New York. To him I'll always be not good enough for his perfect little family."
Annabeth's voice broke on the last word and she slipped into quiet sobs. Her slender frame racked as she tried to control them, to keep me from seeing them.
And then, I didn't know why, but I slid over and put my arms around her. Instead of pushing me away she pulled me closer and sobbed into my shoulder. I held her until her tears broke up into quiet hiccups, and finally silence. I looked down. She was sleeping in my arms, her blonde head pressing against my bare chest.
I held her, my head spinning so fast I could barely think. This definitely didn't sound like the sort of thing she told most people. I was willing to bet that even her friends didn't know. I stroked a piece of hair off her forehead. So why had she told me, of all people?
My attitude toward her was changing even as I thought. How could I have been such an asshole to her? I felt a pain in my stomach about all the things I had ever called her. But weren't we enemies? I was confused.
I tried to figure out my complicated emotions, but to be honest it was hard to concentrate with the blonde girl in my arms.
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