Help From A Golden Boy (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Ch. 34

Percy's POV (Surprised?)

"We've got some bad news," Was the first my mother said to Annabeth and I when we woke up the Sunday before the court trial.

"What's wrong?" I ask her with a frown.

My mom looks extremely tense, and I swear I thought I saw a tear sneak out of her eye. But she turned too quick for me to determine whether I was seeing things or not. I really hate bad news, especially if it's enough to get my mom to cry. It takes a lot for my mom to cry. The last time I saw her cry was when my step-father, Smelly Gabe (as I liked to call him), was put away for good.

"Maybe you guys should sit down for this," She suggested, ushering both me and Annabeth into the living room and to the couch, with Paul trailing behind her. There was so much sadness in his eyes, that I knew something was deeply wrong.

"What's wrong?" I ask more forcefully this time. I sit down on the couch and Annabeth sits next to me.

My mom sits down across from us, Paul stands behind her, and she looks up at him really worried. Which has me really worried.

"Well," She starts. "I'm assuming you two have noticed that Paul and I have been absent around here a lot."

She waited until we nodded before continuing.

"It's because we've had to make a lot of visits to the doctors," Mom said slowly.

"Why?" My voice sounded strangled. I felt Annabeth squeeze my arm.

"We had to get a few second opinions and go over our options," Now she was just avoiding my question.

I gave her a hard looking, saying 'I want to know now' and I saw her swallow nervously.

"You see," She starts explaining. "Paul hasn't been feeling very up to par recently. He's had terrible migraines, that was our biggest worry. Until..."

"What?" I demand for the billionth time when she stops.

She hesitated, majorly, and then said, "It really got us worrying when he couldn't remember the simplest things. Sometimes he would even forget what he said less than a minute ago."

Annabeth let out a gasp beside me. "That's what happened in class a few weeks ago!"

Paul grimly nodded. "I didn't remember that I had told you what we were starting a project, but didn't even tell you what it was."

"What does this mean?" I ask, my voice sounds even more strangled than before. It's like I can feel  the bad news waiting to be said. 

Both of my parents looked over at me with sadness swimming in their eyes.

"The doctors we went to done a bunch of tests on him," Mom continued, her voice started cracking at the end of her sentence. Paul put a comforting hand on her shoulder and continued for her.

"They found a brain tumor," He said, his voice choking up.

"Is it cancerous?" Annabeth asked. Her hold on my arm would be almost painful if I didn't feel so numb. It's like, my whole body is void of any emotion. Like it's not capable of it.

My mom burst into tears at that. So that means yes.

Paul has a brain tumor and it's cancerous. I'm pretty sure I heard somewhere that there is no cure for cancer.

Annabeth put her head on my shoulder, and I felt something wet land on my shirt. Annabeth has known my family around two months now, and it's hurting her to see any of us hurt. Gods, I love this girl.

Paul is almost crying too, beside my mother. Annabeth is crying beside me. All I can do is stare. I don't want to believe it. Cancer means dying. Dying means Paul could potentially die. Paul dying will mean I won't have a father, and my mother won't have a husband to love her. That can't happen. It's like the universe wants my mom to be unhappy.

The universe takes away her parents when she's little. Kills her first love. Gives her a crappy, abusive husband. And now it's going to take away one of the best things that has ever happened to her; someone who loves her and isn't suppose to leave her in this world alone? How is that fair? My mom is one of the kindest, most warm-hearted person you'll ever meet. She doesn't deserve anything that she has ever been put through.

"What's going to happen now?" I think I asked that, but I can't be too sure. I must've, because my mom looked at me when she answered.

"They're going to try surgery and take it out, but the doctors aren't too confident that it'll work," She broke down into tears at the end of her sentence. Full out sobs too. I don't think I have ever heard something so horrible leave my mother's mouth. She doesn't deserve this.

Somehow, I ended up back in my room with Annabeth. I don't remember leaving the living room, or walking up the stairs; it's all a blur.

When the door shut behind us, it's when it hit me like a freight train, I finally comprehended it: I was going to loose my dad. I don't care that he's not biologically my dad, but family doesn't mean blood. And he has been the only actual father in my life.

I broke down in tears at the thought. Annabeth wrapped my her arms around me, and I buried my head in the crook of her neck and completely broke down. I let out sob after sob.

"I-I can't loose him!" I cried. "My mom can't loose him. He's the love of her love."

Annabeth didn't say anything, she just tightened her arms around me and let me cry my heart out to her.

After awhile, I seemed to have run out of tears. I walked over to my bed - not letting go of Annabeth - and laid down. I pulled her down beside. My head was on one pillow, hers on the other, and we watched each other fall asleep while looking in the other's eyes.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but remember something in a book we were made to read a few years ago. I think it was from The Great Gatsby, and I couldn't help but think of how it applies to both Annabeth and me:

"The loneliest moment in someone's life when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly."  

But, maybe, we can hold each other up in this whole mess.

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I'm so sorry, guys! I cried so hard while writing this (seriously, I think my mom thinks I may be going crazy)! My heart is breaking so hard for Percy. I'm posting this early because I feel really crappy and I think I might be on the verge of a mental breakdown. So, I guess I thought "Mmh, everyone might be really excited for this update, I better make this soul-crushing thing happen quicker."

I couldn't help with the quote (I'm seriously obsessed). Towards the end of writing this chapter, I remembered this quote and I actually think it fits. Anyone else? And we know what a softy Percy is, so I think this fits his personality, at least a little bit. And I love how selfless Percy is.

If this was a stand-alone story, I probably would've killed off Percy. I seriously don't know what to do with all this power that I'm given as a writer.

Thanks for reading and I'm sorry I hurt all of you! :D

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