Forgotten Sister *Percy Jackson Fanfic (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter three

Chapter three

I tried to get a good look of my face in the bathroom mirror to see how bad the damage was but the mirror was all fogged up, so I whipped a circle in the center until I was able to get a good reflection. My long black hair stopped half-way down my back with my bangs hanging in my eyes, which were green, sea green, as Jason would tell me and I was about five feet tall. My right eye was swollen, bruised, and nasty looking. My nose wasn't as bad as I thought it was, now that I had showered and gotten the blood trail off of my upper lip there was no trace that I had been hit in the nose at all, but my lip was a different story. I had a decent sized cut on the left side of my upper and lower lip, and something about the cut size was troubling me. It seemed too big for it just to be a busted lip. As I was getting a closer look in the mirror I recognized the width and that gave me an idea of what made it. Needing to confirm what I thought, I quickly slide on my night clothes, which were a pair of black basketball shorts, an old grey shirt and one of Jason's dark blue Yankees hoodie with the word Yankees written in the front in white lettering. I wore the hoodie at night because Smith doesn't believe in heat and the one jacket that I owned had gotten small a year ago plus Jason had maybe three or four hoodies that are still a tad big so he gave me this one. Once I was dressed I walked to the door of my bathroom and took a look around the room. To my left was the wall where my dresser was and to my right was, my bed, two nightstands, a couple of bags that I used for different things, a clothes hamper in the far corner and a rather large work desk on the wall to my right, sitting right next to Jason's. Our desks were sitting side by side right next to the line. My side of the room was set exactly like Jason's, expect for our school bags and other small things we were allowed to keep. When I saw Jason he was sitting at his desk, wearing a grey hoodie and black basketball shorts like mine. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. He slowly turned around and smiled, which might not have been the best thing because the moment he did he winced and frowned.

"Can't smile that wide with a black eye, can you?" I asked as I spotted his right eye.

"No not really." He said smiling once again this time hiding his wince as best as he could.

"Hey can I ask you something?"

"You know you can always ask me anything. So fire away."

"I need you to take a look at my lip. I think that Smith was wearing some kind of ring that tore my lip when he slapped me."

"Really?" He asked rolling his chair a little closer to me before he stood up. He gently placed his finger under my chin and tilted my head until he was satisfied with where it was and he got a good look at my lip. Then he suddenly ran his thumb over the place where my lip was busted, causing me to get a little tense while my heart pounded out of my chest because he had never touched my lips before.

"Sorry." He said dropping his hands to his sides.

"It's ok. Did you see something?" I asked regretting that I had gotten tense.

"Yeah it umm... It looks like there is some kind of pattern from a ring or something that was on his finger."

"Really? What does it look like?"

"Um... I didn't get a good look. You got tense so..."

"J if you need to touch my face again it's ok."

"You sure? I don't want to do anything that you're not comfortable with."

"Look J if it will help you get a better look at the pattern than go ahead, I'm fine with that."

"As long as it's ok with you." He said as he slowly raised his hands to my cheek, then he slowly ran his finger over my lip as I closed my eyes and went back to the time when he hit me. I went back to the moment I stepped in the house, when he was coming down the stairs. I focused on everything he was wearing, from his head to his toes. I remember him wearing a watch but I couldn't see anything else that could make any pattern on my lip. So I focused on a different part, rather than go to a memory where he was standing still I focused on one where he was getting ready to hit me. I pictured his hand right as he was about to hit my for the second time and I saw it. On his middle finger was a silver ring with what looked like a weaving pattern on it but I couldn't be sure, until I asked Jason what he saw.