AN: There is a bit of a time skip near the beginning of this chapter, I've also added an (*) for a note that Ollie an OC from my other PJO story, Do As Thou Wilt, gets mentioned in this chapter. Another warning, the end of this chapter is a bit graphic. You have been warned. Sorry for being gone so long. It's my summer break and I will be updating a whole lot more. I will include stuff from MOA as soon as I finish the book but it won't be brought into the storyline right away. I still haven't reached the SON parts for this story. Thanks for sticking with me so far. Happy Reading!

Nolan Household – Gym

"Nice form, but I'd recommend that you put more power in your uppercut, just saying."

"I don't need your help, Victoria, go away!"

"Are you still hung up over that guy? There are plenty of fish in the sea, Torrey. At least I'd be visible when you're with them, why can't you date an actor/fighter like your father?"

"Don't start with me; I'm not in the mood! Between you, Lexi, and my grandmother and Natalie… I don't know who to punch first. I'd like to slug all of you at the same time!" I yelled.

"Poor, Torrey. Poor, virginal, Torrey - all that pent-up frustration is finally getting to you, huh?"

I swung at the punching bag trying to ignore, Victoria. She really knew how to get on my nerves, I just have to put up with her for a little while, I'm sure that Arian will be back soon in time for my match.

"Oh please! He's long gone by now, you offered him your cookie and he still didn't take a bite out of it. What's that say about you, Torrey?"

"It says that if you don't shut up and stay out of my head, I'll beat you into a bloody pulp, damn it!"

I took a swing at the punching bag again only to see it slam against the wall and break from its chain.

"Wow! You are mad…fine. I'll leave you for now but soon you'll be begging for me to live life for you. After all, you may not remember but you already did once." Victoria laughed.

November 1st – Vivienne St. James' Mansion

"What the Hell?" I squeaked.

I had woken up in a room that wasn't mine, in a bed that wasn't mine and next to someone I didn't know and the worst part was that we both had no clothes on under these sheets. I don't remember coming here … I don't even remember what day it is. The last thing I remember was training at my house for my next match and now I don't even know what day it is. I look down at the floor to see… costumes? Was it Halloween? It couldn't be. That would mean that more than one month has gone by and I couldn't have lost all that time. Victoria couldn't have taken over my body, I told her not to. The meds should have worked.

I slowly slid off the bed and grabbed what looked to be what I was wearing the previous night. A sexy police officer, wow, Victoria is really pushing it. I grimaced at the amount of hickeys scattered all over my body and nearly threw up. Sliding on the horribly short costume to quickly cover them up I turned back to see if I could get a glimpse of the mystery man I woke up with but his back was turned. I grabbed the chunky heeled boots that the completed the outfit and slowly opened the door and padded my way out the room.

I gave my surroundings a quick once over and still couldn't place where I was, zeroing in on the stairs I rushed down them and saw people dressed in costumes passed out all over the furniture. Seeing the foyer definitely told me where I was. I was at Vivienne St. James' mansion, in what looked like the morning after her annual Halloween party. Vivienne knew how to throw the best parties; it wasn't like she was doing anything else productive with her parents' money.

I sat down on the wooden floor to put the boots on when I heard the faint sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up I saw the owner of the house, Vivienne, approach me with a smile on her face. She wore an angel costume (the opposite of her personality), that showed off her long legs and crystal heels. She was a brunette turned bottle blonde with sharp features and a holier than thou attitude.

"Good Morning, Torrey! Great party, right? I know I have out done myself this year," Vivienne laughed.

"Yes, you have."

She smirked, "I can't wait for your birthday party! I heard everyone is to be there-Hey! Where's that boyfriend of yours?"

"Birthday party? Oh! Yeah, I've so busy with focusing on my match that I've left Lexi to handle that-"

"Do you need coffee? You seem like you're hung over," Vivienne cooed.

What the hell has gone on for the past month? Boyfriend? There's no way. Victoria wouldn't, but the evidence from earlier is too hard to ignore.

"Um, no coffee, please, I just need to find my jacket and purse so I can leave."

She raised an eyebrow unconvinced. "Sure, I'll go get them from the closet."

Before I could even think about how to piece this whole situation together, Vivienne St. James glided back towards me with my red pea coat jacket and matching purse. I spouted off a quick good-bye to Vivienne, grabbed my keys and searched for my car.

I sat in my car right outside Vivienne St. James' parking garage flabbergasted. Here I was thinking that my life had gone to shit and all I had to do was Google myself to find out that it was the complete opposite. Apparently for the past month I've dated Hollywood's most wanted actor and bad boy Ryan Cooper. Who by the way is nearly thirty years old but no one seems to have a problem with that.

I found an interview only a few days old that my father did for the Katie Couric show. It was on his life and his career so far. My dad was very candid and spoke openly about my therapy and how hard the past two years have been for the family. I was starting to see a recurring theme throughout every article and interview: I was recovering.

No episodes of any kind, no outbursts, I had even attended several movie premieres. According to various news sources, that's how I met my "boyfriend" Ryan Cooper. There were several pictures of the two us on dates, at parties and at the beach. Gossip columns gushing about how "in love" the two of us seem to be and how we'd make a great married couple, were the next articles I came across. What the hell? Did anyone not think all of this could be strange behavior for me? I don't remember any of this, no doubt thanks to Victoria.

I pulled into a familiar driveway and parked my car. Hopefully, Natalie could fill in the gaps that I couldn't get from a gossip column. Are the two of us still friends? The last encounters we had were kind of cold, she thought we weren't spending enough time together but still felt the need to tell people about my afflictions. Well, beggars can't be choosers. She might be able to tell me what I need to know.

I rang the door bell and waited patiently for someone to answer when suddenly I remembered that I should text my dad and tell him that I'm at Natalie's house. While quickly thumbing the message to my dad, Natalie opened the door. She pulled me into a hug and shook her head after glancing at my attire.

"Let me guess, you just got back from Vivienne St. James' party," Natalie laughed.

Before I could answer, my phone vibrated and I read my new text. Surprisingly, my dad was okay with me being out all night and not calling. What the hell is going on around here? My dad would have hunted me down not one month ago if I pulled a stunt like this. What changed?

"Natalie, cut the crap, what's going on here?" I asked.

"What? Are you okay?" She replied while shutting the door and leading me to her room upstairs.

She sat on her bed and patted a spot next to her while I gingerly sat down.

"What's this all about, Torrey?"

"You haven't noticed anything off about me in the past month or so?"

She smiled, "No. You're doing very well. Why are you asking?"

"Natalie…the last day I remember is September the twenty-second. Today is November the first and I don't remember a thing that happened in between."

"You're joking," She paused. Natalie looked at me to gauge my reaction and was startled. "You're not joking. Torrey you've been normal, going to see your shrink, going out to places. You even have a boyfriend…are you telling me that it wasn't really you this whole time?"



"I'm afraid you've met my other personality, Victoria, she's bragged about being me enough times. I had no idea she could fool you all for so long though," I sighed.

She gasped, "Torrey! I'm so sorry, I should have known. I should have done something."

"There was nothing either of us could have done. So, I apparently have a birthday party soon?"

"Yeah, Lexi and I are planning it but I guess you might want to cancel."

"No, if I do that then people will think something is wrong-"

"Torrey! You lost more than one whole month of your life. I think that calls for killing the party mood. Damn it! Maybe I should have listened to that demigod," Natalie exhaled.

"Wait, which demigod?"

"His name is Ollie (*); well that's what he told me anyway. He said that we were a big hit on Olympus, some type of television network or something. I met him last week and he told me that the gods' closed shop the same day you blacked out."


She sighed, "Torrey, I know what you're about to say and you can't blame him forever-"

"I knew it! This is my "mother's" fault, he's up there," I waved my arms in arms for emphasis. "While I'm down here, quickly and surely losing my mind! Screw him!"

"You know what? Let's not talk about him, okay? Is there anything that you need to brush up on before you face the world again?"

"Yeah, how the hell is my dad okay with me dating someone that old?" I asked.

"Don't you remember Ryan from the set of 'King of Sparta'?" She paused. "You probably don't, he was barely starting out but ever since that movie, he stayed close to both of our dads and they've been friends ever since."

"So? He's practically thirty!"

"Oh please, he's twenty-eight! Your dad trusts him enough and thinks you're mature enough."

"That's a ten-year age difference. And is this the same dad that thought I was about to go on a killing spree or the new guy who talks to Katie Couric about everything?"

She laughed. "Yeah, that's your dad."

"Okay, tell me everything the media doesn't know about my "relationship".

Natalie chewed on her bottom lip for a few seconds mulling over what she was about to tell me. I don't think I'm going to like what I hear.

"I'm sorry to tell you this but you lost your v-card about a week ago. You… err… Victoria was really happy about that. Sorry,"

"That bitch! Ugh, if I could strangle her-"

"You'd be killing yourself?" Natalie quipped.

"Whatever. I can't deal with this now, I need air. I'm going home… thank you for telling me Natty," I said.


I didn't wait to hear what she was about to say. I quickly rushed down the stairs and out of the house, to my car.

I woke up to the sun setting over my bathroom window, causing the room to be covered in shades of orange and pink. My eyes were blurry as they looked around observing the scene, and oh what a scene it was. I was laid out on the tiled floor with an empty bottle of sleeping pills spilled out near my left hand. Green chunks of vomit appeared directly near my head and on my clothes, a broken bottle of vodka scattered near my right, bloody hand prints covered the bottom of my sink and the medicine cabinet mirror was broken. What the hell? My head pounded as I heard a very familiar voice.

"Torrey, Torrey, Torrey. Now why would you go and try to kill yourself? You're so ungrateful! After all I've done for you these past months, hell I even got rid of your lousy virginity and this is how you repay me? You try to kill us!" Victoria yelled.

"If it means stopping you then I don't care!"

"You miserable little bitch! I told you no one would ever suspect that anything was wrong if I took over. I gave you clarity, I gave you a way out and this is how you act? You're pathetic! You're just mad because I was a better you than you could ever dream of being."

"That may be true but I will find a way to get rid of you. I'm done with you trying to ruin my life."

Victoria walked over to me slowly and gently kissed my cheek. She ran her hand through my hair, petting me, and sighed.

"Sorry, but I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon. Don't worry. You'll be begging for me to take over again soon enough," She laughed.