Broken

Chapter 2

Annabeth POV
When we got home, someone screamed my name. My stomachs twisted into a knot. Hera.
"Hera wants you, Annie." Said Bobby, throwing the keys onto the shelf.
I pretended not to be worried. "I noticed."
"ANNABETH CHASE!" Hera screamed.
"Coming!" I called.
Hera stumbled in the door way.
"ANNA- oh hi boys." She smiled sweetly at Bobby and Matthew.
She loves them as her sons. I thought. But she loves me as a slave.
"Could you two boys do me a favor and run to the store for some dinner?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice. "Maybe some pasta for tonight?"
"Sure." Said Bobby. "We'll be back soon."
"Take your time, dear." She said. "I need to get the kitchen cleaned first anyway." She glared at me as she said that.
Bobby and Matthew walked out. I wanted to scream at them and ask them to protect me. But I knew Hera would kill me if I did.
Once they slammed the door shut, Hera turned to me, scowling.
"I told you to clean the kitchen before I get home." She said, her voice frighteningly calm. "But the kitchen isn't clean. So I say, why don't you go clean the kitchen right now!" She slapped me hard across the face as her voice got louder.
I stumbled over to the kitchen. It was a mess. Obviously Hera had just been drinking. As I pulled out a broom to sweep up the glass on the floor, she pulled out what looked like a fourth bottle of beer and started to chug it down. Once she had finished that one, she threw the bottle to the side and pulled out yet another bottle. She drank that one all up and picked up a sixth bottle, the last one in the crate.
As she finished that one and made to throw it aside onto the ground like the rest, I stopped her.
"Hera, stop. I've cleaned that spot where you throw the bottles at least three times already. Don't make me go over there again."
When she was this drunk, it was either perfectly safe to mess with her, or incredibly dangerous. I was getting pretty impatient, so my ADHD took over. Apparently right now was not the safest times to ask.
She glared at me, her eyes unfocused but still filled with the hate that never seemed to leave them. "What?" She spat out.
I took a deep breathe. I should stop now. "I said to throw the bottles into the trash can, not the floor."
She slammed her drink on the table, staggered up to me, and punched me across the face.
I fell to the ground and she kicked my ribs, hard.
"Never speak to your mother like that. Never!"
I did the stupidest thing that I could do. I told her the thing that she hated hearing most. "You're not my mother."
With a scream, she picked up the bottle and threw it down on me. I rolled over, but it crashed against my shoulder and broke to a million pieces. I groaned as I rolled onto my sore rib.
She ripped her stiletto heals off of her feet and threw it at me. I cried out in pain as the shoe bounced off of my head.
I felt myself slowly losing conciseness.
No. I told myself. Stay awake!
But as I struggled to lift my self up, everything faded into black.

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Hi! Sorry about the short and brutal chapter. But don't say I didn't warn you about it getting worse.
So I just finished finals and now I'm on break! I should be updating regularly but I might not. We'll have to wait and see I guess😒
Well goodbye❤️
P.s. I might post later today but like I said before, I don't know.