Remember When?

When I woke up things weren't better. I sat up from my warm bed, my mind buzzing from thoughts. I was a hunter of Apollo? Was?

I shook my head and yawned, I didn't get much sleep. I was haunted by nightmares and faint blurs of memories which I couldn't remember at all.

I used the bathroom and got dressed for the day. I wanted answers, I wanted to demand them from everyone.

My hand tries to turn the knob. Tried. Its locked, its locked up tight. I was locked in my cabin. I tried to unlock it over and over again, and then I tried the windows but they were locked with some sort of magic.

"No no, no please," I panicked out loud.

The door opened and I turned around with tear stained cheeks. My eyes narrowed at the man standing in the door, father.

"Why?" I shouted, not really knowing what exactly I was referring to.

"Percy," he whispered softly, "please just listen to what I have to say."

My brain ticked a little, "Excuse me bi-"

"Okay," he said quickly, stepping in front of me with 4 long strides. He placed a hand firmly on my shoulder, like he was afraid of me dropping off of a cliff. He began again, "You know I love you, right?"

I wanted to nod, but I would be lying to myself, "I seriously doubt that."

"Don't listen to Apollo. He doesn't love you more than I do," his eyes darkened, "nobody will ever."

I wanted to tell him about my mother, and how when they all failed, she was the one who saved me from that tree.

Not them.

Besides, whats it to him if somebody loves me more then him?

"Please just let me leave," I begged a little.

"I can't," he reasoned, "It's not just my choice. Besides, even if it was I wouldn't."

"Why?" I screamed, "please! I want answers!"

He reached for my wrist, I tried to rip it away but he already had it firmly in his hand. His grip on my shoulder tightened,  "Stop!"

"No! Tell me what happened!" I yelled at him, I stared through the locked window.

"Percy!" he yelled, my chest began to well up with a big of panic, suddenly I remembered somebody - a satyr - yelling at a group of things. Maybe people, maybe monsters.

I was cut off short by the building shaking, it stopped as soon as it started.

"Are you trying to threaten me?" I snarled loudly.

"No, I didn't do that!" my eyes met his, and I could see that he was as scared as I was, "you did. Calm down."

~

I sat on my bed, still curled up.

"You know," father began, "I could take you for another walk?"

I shook my head aimlessly, even of I was lying.

"Percy," he said softly. "It's been awhile since you left the cabin," he tried, "trust me. It will only hurt later on."

My father tugged on my arm, trying to get me to stand up and walk with him. Eventually, I gave into the fact that I did want to go outside.

The sun was dim. It shined down on me like a ultra violet light, which meant that Apollo was upset given the fact that if you didn't see the sun you would think that an eclipse was going on.

Campers stared at me and my father walk through the camp. My legs felt like they were going to buckle every few seconds, so I leaned on my father.

I tried to be angry, but Apollo's strained expression softened me down and I don't know why.

And with my father, he had been giving me a look that told me if I said anything more, he would crumble like sand.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of gold, I thought it might of been Apollo. . . , but that didn't seem right for some odd reason. I knew somehow that they were a demigod.

I was cut from my thoughts by falling from my father's arms. He caught me again, "Hey!"

"Sorry," I muttered to him.

He frowned, "Percy, I didn't mean it like that. Maybe if I walk you around on a horse or a pegeseus you will be less exhausted?"

"Uhm," I said quietly, suddenly thinking of something. Hey boss.

My head whipped around, violently looking for the source of the words, but I turned up empty handed.

"Percy?" He called gently, "what is it?"

"N-nothing. I just feel anxious," I lied to my father. He placed his wrist on my forehead and I jerked away, he stared at me absently.

He turned towards cabin 3, "Alright then. Let's get you home."

He walked away, but I didn't follow. I was too busy thinking about that morning where I had been locked in my house. I didn't think I wanted to leave, but now that I was outside I wanted to stay. He turned to me again, "What is it now?"

I suddenly felt trapped.

"You want to lock me up again, don't you?" I spoke softly, my eyebrows furrowed with anger and resentment.

"If you don't listen. . . , then I'll have to-" he threatened.

There.

"Oh please," I interrupted. People gathered around us, I saw some kids run off towards the big house, probably sensing the same thing I was.

My father narrowed his eyes, "Percy, please. I told you I love you."

I opened my mouth to fire something back at him, but a voice from behind me cut all of that loose.

"Like I said," Apollo called, "the bare fact that you use your love to keep him quite makes me think otherwise. You don't love him, not the way you should be."

My father narrowed his eyes, "Are you implying I have romantic fe -"

"Oh what? ew, no. What I'm saying is that you love him like you love your trident. In other words, you're protective of your favorite weapon," Apollo interrupted.

I watched him silently, he turned to me and smiled sweetly. My breath hitched, what the hell?

"Don't worry, Perce. I'll make sure this gets cleared up," he said smiling, but I felt something violent under his gaze.

"How dare you?" My father yelled at him, "how dare you say that I don't love my son! Do you know how much it hurt to have him ripped away from me by a tree? A fucking tree!"

Apollo now stood in front of me, my heart beat so hard in my chest. My throat hurts from wanting to cry, and I couldn't figure out who was lying or not.

This would be hard.