I'll Always Remember (Percy Jackson)

Chapter Five

Percy Jackson

Naturally, I had a panic attack before going home anyways because otherwise I'm sure Paul would get upset.

And when he's upset, were all upset.

Getting home, I tried to just walk and go to my room. Said that I was home and started walking towards my room.

"Now wait a second, young man," Paul said before I could get away, making me stop where I was. "We have to talk."

We really don't.

But I turned around anyways and faced him. Mom hasn't said anything yet, but she looked like she was concentrated on baking something or another.

"About?" I questioned. "I don't have homework and practice was cancelled."

"So you went on a date?" Paul questioned, although I don't know where he'd get that part from. "knowing that you have a date with your bride next week?"

"I—"

"And with a guy? He isn't even a part of the church! That's wrong, Percy!"

"Who told you that?" I questioned. "My dad? Who overheard it from Tyson? Who heard from Piper, who completely misunderstood what happened with Annabeth and I? It's not a very reliable source. I don't need a degree in English to know that. It's been forever since I've hung out with Beckendorf because he was dead for like a year and a half, so I asked if he wanted to hang out. Is that so bad?"

"That he influenced you, yeah!" Paul insisted, and I was about ready to lose my mind.

"He didn't influence me!"

I didn't even hear my bishop and his wife enter the apartment. I knew they were coming over sometime this week because my mom is like pretty involved with the church stuff. Organizing stuff. Which is why I already know that I'm getting married when I am.

And apparently Paul didn't see them, either.

"So are you a faggot or something now?" My mother's husband asked me, beginning to shout. "Are you trying to make God hate you!? Do you want to go to hell?"

That one hurt a little.

"Maybe I am!" I shouted right back at him, not having it anymore. "Send me to hell, I've seen worse! I'm sure that God doesn't hate me because he doesn't give a crap! None of them do! And they never will! The only reason Zeus or Chiron or Persephone or Poseidon care remotely at all about our family is because one of them really liked Mom and decided to screw her. You've been here for like three years now, Paul. I'm still alive, you can't just ignore everything that happens because of my dad and go to church to pretend that it's okay."

"Are you really trying to insinuate that God isn't real?" Paul remarked, baffled.

"No, I'm not," I assured him. "God is real, Jesus, they're all real. Does God hear your prayers? Yeah. Probably not very distinctly because Christianity is huge right now, and I'm sure he's busy. Did Jesus come to America? Probably a lot. I'm sure he still visits. But if you're trying to use your religion, if you're trying to use somebody that you've never met to justify your ignorance and prejudice against your step-son over something as silly as a rumor, at least educate yourself and stop being ignorant."

"It says right in the Bible—"

"The Bibles translation is still a work in progress," our guest, Bishop Adam insisted as he cut into the argument. "Sorry to intervene, but Percy's has a point to his last remark, although he could work on his wording. I don't what he was saying with the rest of that statement, but not everything said in the Bible is accurately translated, nor is it up to date. As people change, I am sure that God does, also. He created us, after all."