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Chapter 11| Daddy Issues?

Chapter 11| Daddy Issues?

*Dubai, United Arab Emirates*

|Percy Jackson|

I sensed it before I saw it; I threw myself towards my girlfriend, my body hovering over hers. An excruciating pain that started as the tip of a needle being inserted onto my skin soon turned out to be a burning feeling extending from my lower back to the rest of my body, sending shivers through my spine-

'How ironic', I thought. 'If I had been stabbed there during the Titan War, I would have died that instant'.

I tried to stand up, but all my senses went numb. I could faintly recognise Evie's voice calling my name, but all my concentration was put on not letting her die and, hopefully, surviving in the process.

I had been injured multiple times before, but this particular wound felt different. As is it was.. parilyzing me.

It suddenly hit me like a brick to Jason's face. Either my legs couldn't move because of the soft spot where I was stabbed (which, I was praying wasn't connected to my spine) or the blade was poisoned.

By the time I managed to sit up in the floor, Evie had finished all the shadows that were left, and was running my direction.

My right hand unvoluntary reached for the lower part of my back, and the familiar feeling of liquid running through my fingers appeared.

However, as soon as I retrieved my hand to glance at my blood, I felt like throwing up.

Whatever was on my fingers was certainly not blood.

Because, as far as I know, blood isn't pitch black.

My body shot up on impulse, my breath quicker than normal. A few drops of cold sweat were running down my forehead and to the side of my face.

I looked around. The dim light coming from the window indicated that it was early in the morning, probably a couple of minutes before the sunrise.

Evie's even breathing brought me out of my thoughts. She was covered by the thick duvet beside me, her front facing me. At least, one of us looked peaceful.

Sighing, I stood up, trying to make as little noise as possible, and made my way towards the bathroom to take a shower.

As soon as I stepped under the warm water, I visibly relaxed.

Since that day a few weeks ago, I started having nightmares. Alisha said the poison probably did that to me, bring up my worst nightmares.

And it did.

Soon after I had seen the liquid flowing through my back, I fainted. And during that time I was out, I remember perfectly how all my fears danced infront of my eyes.

The fear of lossing my family.

My mother dying. My friends being tortured. My cousins being left alone. Camp Half-Blood burning to ashes. Olympus falling piece by piece.

But worst of all, being left alone.

That was my biggest fear. That they would abandon me once again, throw me away again like a broken toy. I was scared that I would be alone, by myself, with no-one to love, to call my family.

Because after all, someone said once that my fatal flaw would be my downfall. I survived it the first time, but was I ready for round two?

All this thoughts kept rambling in my mind until I finally got out of the shower. I quickly went inside the bedroom to get a set of clothes to change into, and then went back inside of the bathroom.