Daughter Of Light- Book 1: PJO

Chapter 3: The Weirdest Kitchen Party

I stood glowing in bright golden light with glowing lyre and half a sun glowing above my head. My eyes shinning like liquid gold. It took a full minute before the kitchen wasn't so bright anymore, and everyone could unshielded their eyes, they blinked constantly, eyes watering.

"Someone better start explain right now!" I cried, stomping my foot.

"Miles." Percy pointed at my art teacher, "This is all you, buddy." Percy said over his shoulder as he rummaged through the grocery bags, he pulled out a can of coke. Making himself at home, he opened a cupboard and pulled a cup out and poured the coke inside and for some reason tossed the empty can to Miles, who immediately took a chunk out of it like an apple.

"Wh-"

"Okay, before I blow your mind," Mr Miles said with a mouthful of aluminum. "I think Paul has some things to tell you." 

"I don't care who tells me! Someone just tell what in the hades is happening!" I cried. I felt my hands shake in frustration and I felt the sting of tears. I felt like the impending doom of my known world creeping closer. I knew something had been off for a long time, but right now, I wanted to run, I wanted to leave it all behind. 

"Nora.." 

I knew that voice. 

"What haven't you told me?" I demanded, turning to my dad. I was mad. I was mad that this was all happening so fast. I was mad that it seemed everyone here knew what was going on but me. I was mad because I knew nothing and I felt lost and alone. I was also mad and humiliated this was happening in front of my dad's girlfriend and her son. Dad never kept things from me...but apparently I was wrong. I was mad at my dad.

"Come with me." He indicated with his head. He looked at Sally and Percy, and sighed, "Sorry guys, not how I wanted this evening to go."  

"Paul...I think I understand more then you know." 

"Fact. We all know exactly what's going on." Percy said, helping himself to a handful of popcorn which for some reason was blue." 

"Great. Glad you all know!" I snapped, "Someone explain it to me then!" 

"Nora, please, come with me honey." He took my hand and pulled me into the hall and then into my room. He ushered me to sit on my bed. I sat perched in  the patch of sun. I turned my head and closed my eyes, taking a slow deep breath. The warm sun on my face helped calm my nerves. I felt the tense muscles relax slightly. 

"I don't know how to explain this. There is no beating around the bush or gentle way to say this." 

I looked at him for a moment, I felt the anger melt to sadness, it was so deep it hurt. But I understood. I could feel how the turmoil in him was making his heart race, and his breathing pick up, I could see the beads of sweat. I could physically see and understand the physical pain of this. I said it first, hoping to relieve him of some pain.

"You're not really my father, are you?" 

The look of sorrow in his gentle eyes told me the truth. 

"No honey I'm not. You're mother was already pregnant with you when I came into the picture. The guy disappeared the next morning, she tried to find him, tried looking for your biological father, I tried looking for him too. We got married in a small court room, she died during childbirth; the doctors did everything they could, but they couldn't save her. I legally adopted you as my own. So...no I'm not your dad." 

I shook my head, "No. You've been my dad. Sure maybe not by blood, but you were always there. You were the one who kissed my danged up knees after a bike accident, dried my tears, listened to my problems and helped with bullies and homework. You were the one who was there. You were dad."