Ch. 10

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Percy's POV

I couldn't breathe. It was like an invisible force was pressing down on my chest, restricting any oxygen from entering my lungs. I sat on the floor, pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I was hyperventilating by the time Paul and Mom came home. I don't know how long I stayed down there, I think I was crying. But at that point, I didn't even know what I was feeling. So many emotions were flowing through me.

Anger.

Guilt.

Sadness.

All at the same time these emotions were hitting me. It was like waves of the ocean, they were there all at the same time, then they just disappeared, and came back again.

When Mom saw me on the floor hyperventilating, she rushed over to me, bombarding me with questions. "What happened? Where's Annabeth? Are either of you hurt?" The questions go on.

"It's my fault for not protecting her." I manage to mutter out. I'd be surprised if she heard me, I was trying to breathe so hard.

"Where's Annabeth? What  happened?" She asks slowly.

"He took her!" I managed to get out, a little forcefully.

Mom seemed to understand what I meant because her look of motherly concern went right out the door and through the window came an angry mother hen.

She jumped up and dragged Paul to the kitchen. I could faintly hear talking come from the kitchen.

After awhile, I finally get my breathing under control. I eventually stand up. Just as I get to my feet I hear someone knock on the door. My heart speed picks up.

You're being ridiculous, I tell myself, he already has Annabeth.

I shake my head and head towards the door. When I open it, I see those two detective people that had questioned Annabeth and I at the hospital.

"Can I help you?" I ask politely, welcoming them in at the same time by opening the door and stepping aside.

"Your mother called us and said that Annabeth Chase had been kidnapped by her father? And that he hurt you, would you mind telling us what happened?" The girl detective asks me.

"Sure" I say, before I tell them everything that had happened. From when I opened the door to when he  dragged Annabeth out the door. They both took notes in their little notebooks as I talked. Tears were streaming down my face by the time I finished my story. When I finished, both stood up and made their way to the front door, thanking me for helping.

The guy detective turned around and handed me a card with a phone number written on it. "Call me if you remember anything that might help us." He told me.

"Will do." I told him with a nod.

I leaned my head on the door when it shut. Mom and Paul were still in the kitchen. I sat down on the floor with my back to the door. I buried my head in my hands.

I'll save you Annabeth, I silently promise.

I won't let him hurt you ever again as long as you're alright this one time, I beg.

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I have had a fantastic day so I thought, Why not post another chapter? And this is that chapter that I kept forgetting to write and publish.

Obviously, almost everyone wanted Percy's POV, so here it is. I know it's short (and not one of my best chapters) but I wanted you to see how Percy is feeling and how guilty he is feeling even though there wasn't anything he could do about it. His fatal flaw is loyalty, after all.

Hoped you liked it, please vote and comment :) 


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