Percy Jackson Little Sister (Sequel To "Broken" Written by Tyler Jane Smith)

Chapter 53

Zöe:

The hours leading up to us leaving were the slowest; most horrible hours of my life.

I of course wanted to leave straight away, but knew we couldn't. We'd have to wait until it was dark, and everyone was in bed- and then we'd make a run for it.

I was so skittish that Damien finally got so fed up of my pining and fidgeting- that he took me up to the arena to train.

The sword fighting was therapeutic in a strange, comforting way.

The aches and strains of my muscles as I lunged and dodged and dived and slashed for hours on end gave me a distraction from the violent pain that I got in my chest every time I thought of Charlie. And I preferred to express myself by executing practise dummies and working the schist out of my boyfriend- than slumping on the floor and crying and letting myself grieve and worry.

As night drew closer I showered and ate and trained with the other campers- trying to avoid showing any signs of suspicion as we waited to leave.

And when the time finally came, I was more than ready.

It was ten 'o clock and the blue skies had finally faded to a dull blackness, the only light source being the scattering of shining white stars.

Damien slipped has hand into mine, and we walked in a anxious silence. I had the urge to turn to him, tell him that I didn't want him to come, didn't want him to get hurt, didn't want to put him in danger or trouble. But I knew that it would be hopeless, and there's no way he would leave me. And I was also selfishly grateful of that.

We were just crossing the borders when someone behind us loudly cleared their throat.

My heart leaped, and we both slowly turned around- and found ourselves looking at Selena Rodriguez. “You didn't really think you were gonna leave without me, did you?” She smirked. “Like you's two would survive a minute by yourselves.”