These drabbles were written for: Percy Jackson Fanfiction Challenges - kitty132383: The 100 Prompts/100 Drabbles Challenge
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25. Manners
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Parents.
They help us. They defend us. The encourage us. They raise us. They love us.
Thalia Grace didn't have a father, he has left her and he didn't love her.
Thalia Grace didn't have a mother.
She didn't have parents.
She only had a woman saying that she was her mother.
However, she never helped, she never defended, she never encouraged, she never raised and she never loved Thalia.
Thalia has lost the only person she loved because of her.
"Don't shout with me, you... you..." Zeus' ex-lover told her daughter.
"Tell me what you have done with Jason!" answered Thalia angrily.
"Nothing," the woman said simply.
"You lying freak," she shouted and she even started crying. This shouldn't be like this. She was her mother. She needed her. She was only nine.
"Mind your manners and language, Thalia. I'm your mother even if you don't like it and I won't tolerate this tonality you dare to use with me," Ms. Grace told her daughter who was close to breaking down.
She has lost Jason. She didn't have anyone.
"You aren't my mother," Thalia shouted angrily and she turned around. She didn't want her mother to see her traitor tears.
"I promise if you dare to use this tone with me once again..." the little girl's mother said, but before she could finish her sentence there was a loud noise. When Thalia looked up she noticed that the window broke and icy wind invaded the small room.
"What-what did you do?" her mother looked at Thalia, her eyes which were bloodshot from drinking full of fear.
"I-I don't know what you are talking about, I didn't do anything," the young girl answered as she was just as surprised as her mother. How would she break the window from the far end of the room anyways?
"You did it. You are a freak," her mother said frantically.
"Mind your manners," Thalia mimicked her mother.
"Leave my apartment!" her mother ordered the little girl whose blue eyes were wide, they were radiating incomprehension.
"It's my home too," the black-haired nine-year-old answered and she silently added," As was Jason's."
"Leave my home now!" the woman said once again, but Thalia was stubborn.
"Not until you tell me what you have done with my two-year-old brother," the daughter of Zeus said seriously. Although she was only nine-year-old, she was actually quite scary and she was radiating power and authority.
"I'm the one here with the authority," her mother told the girl who grimaced. This wasn't their first quarrel and it seemed it wasn't going to be the last. Thalia was looking for her little brother frantically and the only person who could have helped was only shouting with her.
"You are also the one here who has just 'lost' her son," Thalia said and her words were dripping with contempt.
"Shut..." her mother started but then she sighed and calmed herself." Mind your manners, Thalia. Don't speak like that with your mother," Ms. Grace said and Thalia laughed humourlessly.
"I don't have a mother," she said seriously, but somehow softly, she turned around and she left the room.
Thalia Grace was alone.
She didn't have parents.