Mortals Meet Percabeth

Matthew Chase's POV- Family Dinner Part 2

Matthew Chase's POV

"Annabeth!" Dad ran after her as she walked out of the room.

Annabeth was storming out of the dining room, Percy at her side.

"Fredrick, it's not worth. If she wants to leave, she can," Mom said. I could tell that she was furious, her hands clenched the napkin and her scowl on her face led me to that conclusion.

Mom and Dad followed her and Percy upstairs to Annabeth's room. Bobby and I glanced at each other and raced up the stairs, knowing a fight would soon break out.

As we entered the room, Percy was sitting on Annabeth's gray spread blanket on her bed, trying to comfort her. Annabeth was grabbing clothes from her dresser and jamming them into her duffel bag.

"Not this time Percy," Annabeth said, "I've put up with this long enough. We're leaving ASAP."

"I'm just saying. Maybe you want to give them a second chance. They're your family," Percy tried to convince her.

Annabeth looked at Percy, her gray eyes filled with emotion. "Percy, you are my family. You and the rest of Camp Half-Blood."

I glanced at Dad. He looked hurt, not I-stepped-on-a-Lego hurt, the my-only-daughter-hates-me hurt. And it looked like it killed him.

"Annabeth," Dad looked at his daughter. Her eyes, dark gray like a storm, met his. "Please. Give me another chance."

"Dad, I gave you a second chance. I tried to get along with other..." Annabeth searched for a word, "People in this house. I can't do it anymore. Not after... You know."

Dad just nodded sadly as Annabeth returned back to her packing. I watched her grab a Camp Half-Blood shirts and some lemon squares.

Bobby spoke up, "After what?"

Percy turned his head to my brother, "Tartarus." We remained silent after that. We both knew that Tartarus was the hell pit of Greek mythology.

Mom came in and saw Percy help Annabeth pack her duffel bag. "If you can apologize to me, I will forgive you."

Annabeth ignored her and grabbed an extra dagger from behind her dresser.

"What is that?!" Mom shrieked, "No weapons in this house!"

I could see Annabeth slowly break down and I could see a tear fall. Percy seemed to be the only other person that noticed as he reached across the bedspread and took her hand for a moment.

As Percy zipped up Annabeth's gray duffel bag. He slung it over his shoulder and grabbed Annabeth's hand. She took it gladly, and went toward her mirror, where she kept her jewelry that aunts had given her. Annabeth dug through it and pulled out a pair of owl earrings and a matching necklace. I didn't know why she bothered grabbing it. She only ever wore the camp necklace and a ring that Percy have her. Dad saw and he smiled.

Annabeth led Percy out of the room and walked down the stairs. We followed her with Mom and Dad.

Percy opened the front door for Annabeth. She let go of Percy's hand and hugged Dad. At first, Dad was surprised, but gladly accepted it.

Then Annabeth took Percy's hand and went through our door for the (probably) last time.

Ta-da! Another chapter done! Let me know if you have any suggestions.
~Cinder