For you | Clarisse La Rue

Daddy Issues

  I woke up suddenly when I heard a voice calling my name.

  — Ada! —

  A body launched at me before I could sit on the stretcher.

  — You have no idea how happy I am to see you. — I heard the sweet muffled voice of my brother against my shoulder.

  — I'm glad to see you too, Perce. — I hugged him back with the same bone crushing strength while trying to hold back my tears.

  I had no words for him right now, I just needed a long hug from him.

  Several minutes passed until he pulled away from the hug and helped me sit.

  His face wore the sweet smile that he inherited from his mother along happy glossy eyes. He wore those expressions for only a second because they suddenly turned into worry.

  — A-are you okay? What happened to you? Your eyes are weird. —

  My eyes are probably red and puffy from last night crying but that is not a subject I want or can talk right now, he is far more important.

  — Im fine, Percy. How are you? — I asked kindly.

  I attempted to grab his hand but he got up from the stretcher and found a mirror. He gave it to me and I saw what had confused him.

  My eyes were not their common shade of blue, they were more electrical. It goes without saying that it was weird as fuck. They were normal the last time I saw my face, I think. Maybe? I can't really remember. Fuck it. I'm feeling good and it doesn't really matter anyways.

  — It's probably the Sun rays or something, don't worry, i'm fine. — I calmed him down, leaving the mirror on a bedside table.

  An awkward silence filled the infirmary. Percy was shifting his weight on his feet with his gaze on the ground.

  I sighed deeply and got up from the stretcher. The only way we can move forward is that I addres last night events.

  — Grover told me what happened to your mum. I'm sorry, Percy. — My voice was almost a whisper. No matter how much I intended to speak clearly, the lump in my throat was killing me.

  Percy closed his eyes with all his might, his fists clenched.

  I embraced him again. I cupped the back of his head against my shoulder and wrapped my other arm across his waist. 

  No tears stained my shirt this time. Percy was never an easy crier, he always thought that crying over something made it real and unfixable. So, he just limited himself to grab my shirt like if I was going to dissappear in any minute and I tried to make him know I was not going anywhere.

  After a couple minutes, he splited the hug and stepped back a bit.

  —  My mom's goal was to bring me here because of my dad. I need to find him. Have you seen someone who could be him? — Percy's look was determined and bold.

  I opened and closed my mouth uselessly because I could not find a way to sugar coat my answer.

  — There are no Gods here. There is just one but I don't think he could be... —

  — Where? — He asked abruptly.

I understood that, at this moment, there was no point in trying to make him understand that the Gods were not allowed to see their children. Except Dionysus, of course, but he screwed up and I guess Zeus can't send his Olympian son on a trip to Tartarus.

  — Follow me. —

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  I didn't told the basics of camp to Percy as we walked because, well, I just got here too and showing the ropes is Luke's/Chiron's thing. But when we were like a block away from the porch that surrounded the Big House, I decided to give Percy a heads up of who exactly he's going to meet.