Athena POV
She looks sad and confused. I pull off my sweater, leaving me in my tank top with my scars on full display. Mom gasps upon seeing them, before she drops the plate in her hands and falls to her knees. I hate seeing her like this. But it was necessary.
“I’m sorry mom, I didn’t mean to spook you. But I want you to see them for what they really are. Monsters”.
Mom starts to sob, and I move towards her, pulling her into my embrace. Sobs wrack her body, as she continues to mumble “why goddess, why”. Yeahhhh, the goddess was on a break in the past weeks. Or even in the past 11 years, you could say. I am beginning to think she doesn’t even exist.
As soon as my mom has calmed down a little, she asks me what happened again. And I begin to tell the story from start to finish. Tears c
