Hiya fellow readers! I'm back! This was a kind of spur of the moment thing. Some of the characters may be OOC. So here it goes!

Nico: WAIT! Say it!

Me: NO I REFUSE TO SAY IT!

Nico: Come on, if you don't say it you'll be sued!

Me:* sigh* Okay. I don't own PJO.

Nico: There. Now, was that so hard?

Me: Yes it was. Now on with the story!

Nico's POV

Dinner time. The. Worst. Time. EVER. We were sitting around the table, Persephone, my dad, and I. It was so quiet you could hear the souls scream as if they were right next to your ear. The only other sounds that could be heard were the clanging of silverware on ceramic and the light tapping of a cup being set back down. Of course, since I was home, we were eating cereal. Great. As if Persephone didn't try hard enough to make my life a living hell as it is. I had learned to just stay silent and pretend I was enjoying myself, for my dad's sake if anything else. I sighed and was about to take another bite of the soggy disgrace for food when my dad broke the silence.

"Well, what did you two do today?" he asked. Persephone set her spoon in her bowl and cleared her throat.

"Well, as I was planting some geraniums in the garden today found my dandelions were gone and a certain hellhound was chewing on them!" she ended staring daggers at me.

I sighed and avoided eye contact with the Queen of Hell. Damn that hellhound.

"It wasn't like I told him to eat your precious flowers." I spat, annoyance dripping from my voice.

"Don't give me that sass, mister." She countered. I scoffed, earning a flabbergasted look from Persephone.

"How dare you! No wonder my flowers die all the time!"

"Lady, your flowers die all the time because IT'S THE FUCKING UNDERWORLD FOR DADDY'S SAKE!"

" YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!"

"YOUR NOT MY MOTHER!"

"AND FOR THAT I AM THANKFUL!"

At this my dad slammed his fists down on the table and shouted "ENOUGH!" Persephone and I looked at my dad in surprise and then slunk back into our seats glaring at each other. Wishing to end this lethal staring contest, I picked up my plate and took it into the kitchen. When I came out I could see my dad was still silently seething with rage. I slowly walked up beside him.

"Dad . . ." I whispered softly.

"Nico, I think you should go to bed now." He answered back as calmly as he could. I nodded and kept my head down as Persephone got up and hurried passed me into the kitchen. I knew what was coming next. My father and Persephone were going to fight, my dad would try to keep quiet for my sake, but then they soon would get lost in rage and forget I was even there. My dad was hoping I would be asleep before they got to that point so I wouldn't hear them. Only I knew that it was hopeless. I sighed and turned back to my dad.

"Goodnight daddy."

"Goodnight son." He answered, a little more calm. With that, I left and headed down the hall to my room. Just as I had reached the door, I felt hands wrap around my mouth and drag me down the hall, I kicked and tried to scream, but it was useless. I had just about gone limp when my attacker dragged me out to Persephone's garden. What the Hades? I started up my frantic attempts to get away when I realized I had been dragged out to the back of the garden where I was sure no one could hear or see me unless they walked right into this part of the garden. Immediately when my attacker dropped me, I spun around to make a quick getaway but stopped short at the face of my attacker. Persephone! And her eyes screamed bloody murder.

DUN DUN DUN! What going to happen next? Plz review!

Nico: Why does everything happen to me?

Me: Because.

Nico: Because why?

Me: Because I'm the author and I say so. Is that a good enough reason for you?

Nico: …Yes.