Partly Sunny (Percy Jackson/Solangelo fanfic)

Frustration In More Ways Than One

Dear Readers,

I'm back! I just returned from Virgina, where I went for spring break, and let me tell you - it was GORGEOUS!!! We went to a bunch of colonial sites like Williamsburg, Jamestown, and the Yorktown Battlefield. It sounds boring, but it was actually super fun!!!

Anyways, you guys probably don't care about my spring break: you care about Will and Nico and the dilemma I left them in. That's why this whole thing isn't a description of my vacation! Here's a new chapter, nice and prompt after my break - this is my first day back.

Hope you enjoy, and please excuse any typos I may make!

Happy Reading!
<3 Lunie

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Will

I smashed my fist against the wall, rage flooding through me. But I knew what really flooded through me, what the rage was covering up:

Shame.

How had Nico done that? He was the only one ever to make me feel ashamed of my work, of the good work I'd done. Suddenly the only thing I'd done was subject unsuspecting people to drugs that hadn't ever been tested before.

And I knew that it was wrong, but I did it anyway.

Think of all the poeple that will be saved using the information gathered here, I'd tell myself to offset the despicible nature of what I was doing. If these tests give us something breakthrough, thousands of lives could be saved and a cure could be found for one or more of the deadliest iseases, including cancer!

But I still felt bad every time I signed the permission papers to test the drugs.

Angel suspected nothing when we drove to the airport and then flew home. I kept my cool the whole time, acting like Nico and I had disagreed on something as small as whether crunchy or smooth peanut butter was better. But all the while, acid had been building up in my throat, the bile taste of hatred and resentment overwhelming my senses.

So I kissed her goodnight that night and headed downstairs to paint. I painted an abstract with red and orange and gray splatters, and I unconciously included dancing flames swallowing a distant silhouette.

This morning I fixed Angel's lunch and helped her get dressed and packed her backpack, kissing her forehead and sending her out to the bus. Emily Gess, our neighbor who thinks I'm hot and wants to "get to know me better", waves at me through the open door. She's got 5 kids, currently pregnant, unmarried, and only 21. Oh, and she smokes. And drinks. And is never home for her kids, always off at some club or another. Her oldest three come home with Angel after school some days because they need help with homework and they're mom's not home, and they each have a different dad. It's painfully close to my life growing up, so I always welcome them.

I forced a quick smile at Emily and then shut the door, my rage-covering-up-my-shame nearly boiling over.

And that is how I came to be where I am. Angel's at school, Emily Gess is outside my door trying to first get me outside and then into her bed, Nico's back in New York, and I'm a crumpled heap on the floor, trying to sort out my emotions.

Fun, I know.

After physically abusing the wall, yelling more than I thought I was able to, and crying a little out of frustration, two good things have come of my freak-out:

1) Emily has finally left since I must have sounded crazy.

2) My emotional state is slightly less confused: I'm angry and ashamed. It's kind of nice how simple it really is.