Forgotten (a solangelo story)

Chapter XIV

"Who's gonna tell him?" Lou Ellen's voice rung around the unclaimed cabin.
"Well at least he'll like the news." Will's voice said, making my heart thump against my chest. "He should be up soon anyways with all this talking we're doing." I could literally see Will's simile.

I sat up and turned around, Will was sat with Lou Ellen.

"What news?" I ask, my voice tight.

"You get to move back into your cabin!" Lou Ellen exclaimed, "You can now stop your complaining!" Lou Ellen said sarcastically.

"Yeah yeah whatever," I answered back jokingly.

"Well at least it'll be less light in here." Will said, staring straight into my eyes making me blush.

"Well I've gotta go to my own cabin now, see you later Nico?" Lou Ellen questioned as I just nodded my head.

"I'll come and check up on you later Nico, for now I'm going to the infirmary." Will said, walking out of the door, leaving me and the many other un claimed teenagers in the cabin.

I stand up, my head feeling slightly dazed.

I haven't thought like that with anyone in ages.

Maybe it was good to let me show them who I really am.

My clothes where all under my bed, I never could be bothered putting them into the wash, my bag was hung over the side of the top bunks post where nobody sleeps. Nobody's ever really like me.

I walk out of the door, the mid-afternoon sun gazing down at me from the sky, blinding me as I walk to my cabin.

As soon as I walk through the door, the memories are all flooding back to me. The only difference that all my stuff was gone, even my bedside picture of Bianca I left here accidentally.

My feet move through the door, wondering around the dusty old cabin.

I've only been gone a few days?

"It's pretty dusty in here!" Hecate's voice rang through the room, making me stumble to turn around and bow down.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked, unsure if she was going to lift the memory loss.

"Well you see, it's not really your fault. It's just a stupid grudge that I have not yet let go of. You understand don't you Nico? How sometimes you still blame Percy for the death of your beloved sister?" She smiled a wicked yet warming smile at me. "It's like that between me and your father, just a silly grudge!" She smiled once more, making me want to curl up into a corner and die.

Al the hatred for Percy I thought had gone, but they hadn't when I arrived here after the memory loss and he forgot about me, about the promise he made to save my big sister, to promise something that changed the whole layout of my life, that hatred cannot be forgotten.

"You shouldn't think too hard about that Nico. I only came here to say good luck and to give you this." She handed me the picture of Bianca and my art book. My body trembling with anger and sadness, just the thought of me hating somebody who has saved me many times.

"I shall see you sometime soon I'm guessing. And Nico, don't take any anger out on yourself or others," she smiles again, "take it out on the father who betrayed you and your sister." She vanished as I'm kneeling on my knees, tears covering my vision.

Is it really my fathers fault?