F͜͡a͜͡l͜͡l͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡ f͜͡o͜͡r͜͡ t͜͡h͜͡e͜͡ s͜͡k͜͡8͜͡e͜͡r͜͡ | Percabeth AU

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I wouldn't forget about it though. I wished she'd come back, I'd wish on every star in the skies we used to watch.

But that never happened.

Part of me knew it never would but I'd always wanted a happy ending for my father.

He got that with Helen.

When I first met her Dad told me I was going to love her, like she could be a new mother. I did love her, Helen was everything I'd always thought a mother should be; kind, nurturing and caring. She was perfect.

Helen knew that if she married Dad I was part of the deal. That's the reason why so many of my dates had left because they wanted my father but not me. I understood why, who wanted to look after someone else's daughter.

I felt so guilty for losing so many of Dad's dates, after all, I was the problem not him. I'd tell Dad that I was sorry and he'd say, "Don't worry Annie, if they love me they have to love you too. We're a package deal, like sardines." I'd laugh at that and tell him to stop being gross.

Occasionally I used to think about running away to give my Dad a better life. I thought he'd be happier if he didn't always have to take care of me. I wanted him to be happy.

So I did.

On the first day of summer at ten years old, I packed and ran. (I wanted to do seven but didn't make sense soz)

I wrote Dad a note, I shouldn't have done that because he called the cops. I didn't know where I was going just somewhere away from here, I thought maybe I could travel across America or get a job as a maid somewhere. I even considered trying to find my mother.

It was stupid really, but it was so exhilarating.

Even for a few hours.

I didn't make it very far, didn't exactly get to travel across America, I got bored and tired after a few hours. I only managed to get to downtown New York and then I was found by a woman, who went by the name of Hestia. I remember exactly what she said.

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"Are you lost?" She knelt near me and smiled. She had a kind glint in her and a brown shawl on her back. She smelt like firewood and home.

My eyes started to sting, I missed home. I missed the smell of old history books and coffee. I missed my room with all my books, but I missed Daddy the most.

I missed his hugs. His jokes. His U.S history lectures. And the way he would tell me I was his princess even though I was ten.

But I needed him to be happy, without me.

"No, I'm not lost," I said to the woman taking a step back so her scent wouldn't be so strong.

"Are you sure? I'm here to help, okay?"

"Uh, I don't need your help, thank you."

"Won't you're Mom and Dad be worried about you?"

"I don't have a Mom, she left," I told the woman firmly.

"Are you an orphan?" The woman questioned pulling out her phone.

"No, I had a Daddy," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I see, what's your name, Dear?"

"Annabeth Chase why?" I was getting suspicious. She could ruin my whole operation.

"No reason." She typed something into her phone and it started ringing. I didn't hear the conversation on the phone because she was whispering but she sounded frantic and worried. I wondered what had happened?