Come Back to Me[Sequel to YME and Crossing Paths]

Chapter Nineteen: But I Prefer Rosie

Chapter Nineteen: But I Prefer Rosie

Percy

If someone had told me three years ago that I would end up falling in love with Annabeth Chase all over again, I would tell them that they were out of their damn minds. Only now, every time she walked into the room, my heart was filled and overflowing with love for the woman. For all she'd been through, she deserved the world. If I could take back any of the shit I'd done, I would have. But, I really don't think like that. I know that what's done is done, and no one can change that. It may have taken me twelve years to realize that, but I understand that now. Without anything that had happened in the past occurring, we never would have gotten to where we are today.

I was on my lunch break, walking through the streets of New York to a near-by Starbucks when a tall-ish girl with curling blond hair sticking out of her hood bumped into me. I looked down, surprised.

"I am so sorry, mister. I wasn't looking where I was going, and I was trying to stay warm and-"

"It's totally fine, trust me. You look cold, can I get you a warm drink or anything?" The girl looked at me and smiled in relief.

"I'm glad you aren't mad, and I'd love a warm drink. I can't really remember the last time I could get one."

I winked, "Then aren't you glad you ran into me?"

The girl giggled, showing off a missing tooth. "I guess. I mean, anybody is better than my dad."

I wrinkled my eyebrows, "Oh yeah? Want to tell me about it?"

"Sure...my dad is kind of abusive. For the last few months, he has kept me in his house under strict watch so I couldn't leave. If I did something he didn't like, he would hit me. That's why I ran. I was scared. I can't really remember anything before I woke up in his house sometime in January. He told me that I'd been in a short coma since Christmas time. He never said anything about my mom, but I found a room filled with pictures of her and him together once. I've always hated how much I resemble him, too. I look like my mom, but I don't know what happened to her."

That caught me off guard. It sounded quite similar to what Annabeth had told me about Rosalie, only she had died last december. "I can't say I know what you are going through, but I can say I'm incredibly sorry for what has happened to you. What was your name?"

"Rosalie Castellan, but I prefer Rosie."

Um...yeah. 

I'm lowkey scared of your reactions.

I didn't think I'd be gone for so long, but some shit happened in my life, and I couldn't bring myself to update for the last...what, month and a half? I just got back from a well needed vacation, and I'm feeling mentally rejuvenated. 

Love y'all <3