. Lonely Lullaby
Disclaimer I don't own PJO
Chapter 2: Screw You Jackson!
Annabeth's POV
Well that phone call went straight to hell. We basically just screamed at each other. It all went down like this:
"Hi Percy." I said quietly.
"Hi, did you need something?" He asks.
"I just wanted to know if you were okay. So, are you okay?" I ask.
"Yes, don't you have a mirror to break somewhere?" He asks rudely.
"Well gosh! Sorry for being concerned for you. You didn't leave in a good mood I just wanted to make sure you were okay!" I screamed into my phone.
"Well I'm not!" He then hung up the phone.
See what I mean? He's ridiculous! I can't even give him sympathy! All that's left to do Is to sit here and study. Actually no, I'm going to go do something productive. What was I going to do though? Aha! I'm a genius! I grabbed my car keys and took the elevator out of the building and into the polluted city air. My Subaru forester was parked exactly where I left it. Soon I was driving on the highway out of New York City.
I was going to my special, safe place, a place where it didn't feel like I was slowly being suffocated. I crossed the borders of West Virginia after a few hours of driving like crazy. I pushed open the door to the old run down house quietly. The same smell was still there. I walked the up the creaky, dusty stairs remembering memories from when I was here.
I pushed open the door to the study where dad used to work. When I was little I used help him with some of his plane projects. I waltzed down the hall to my room. It still had the blue paint on the walls and the owl bed spread. My shelves were still lined with books I had read. I ran my hands along the spines. I proceeded down stairs now, taking a left into the kitchen. I pictured mom still standing there, washing plates and smiling. Tears pricked at my eyes and bit down on my lip to keep from creating a monsoon of tears.
This was my old house. The one we lived in before mom passed on and before dad married Helen and had the twins. He promised we'd keep it and that when I was old enough I could either keep it or leave it. I knew what I was going to do though, no question about it. I know what you're thinking; you've just driven miles away from New York, why is your dad not totally pissed? Well because he could honestly care less. I'm going to be eighteen soon and then I can leave. Plus I do this a regular basis. I need to clear my head and this where I can do it properly.
The inside of the house still looks good though. I dusted last time I was here but it was still iffy. I sewed a couch cushion back together and turned it upside down. I did a bang up job of making this place look nice. Everything looked decent except for the dead flowers in the bottom of the vase that I had never bothered to clean out. My mom had bought them the day she passed on and I had refused to let anyone touch them.
I put my stuff back up in my room and changed into my slippers and pajama pants and turned the power on. (No point in having electricity bills if you're not here all the time right?) I turned on the TV and turned on a documentary on some Cathedrals in Paris. They're gorgeous, although the gargoyles creep me out. It's like hey let me just devour your soul and let me use your bones as a chair! Peace at last.
Percy's POV
I seriously only make things worse every time we talk. I just want to protect her and I want to be happy but it's so hard after what's happened in the past. After she left things got bad. My grades slipped, Gabe became harsher, and Aaron moved in with us then was taken away when Gabe was arrested finally during my freshman year. I was still paranoid though paranoid he'd come back and hurt us again. I'm almost eighteen I shouldn't be scared anymore. I didn't care when I was getting a beating but the moment he put his hands on mom I was ready to rip his throat out myself.
I still had scars and I was slowly trying to get over them. I've been bullied, abused, and put down since 8th grade and I was still trying to get over it. I mean it stopped when I became swim captain but what does that mean? People only like and want to be around when you're successful but the way I see it if someone isn't there for me in the rough the sure as heck don't deserve to be my friend when I'm at the top. Annabeth doesn't deserve what I do to her. It's rude and obnoxious, I just want to stop. I don't think I can though. I can't ever sort out my feelings for her. Some days were good and others bad. I just grrr! I need to patch things up as best I can with her. I'll start on Monday and see where I can get.
"Percy! The cookies are done!" With that sentence I was off my bed and running into the kitchen at rocket speeds. I love blue cookies!
Annabeth's POV
If I seriously wanted to kill Percy I probably would have by now. My emotional stress level was on an all-time high when I got back to New York finally. Thalia dumped her boy problems on me, Piper is freaking me out with all the different fashion designs she's making, then of course there's Drew Tanaka and Rachel Dare making my life a living hell. My misery is so pathetic even I hate myself right now.
Hey guys sorry for the late update. I haven't had access to my computer for a while so go ahead throw your invisible chairs at me, I can take it.