Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

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A/N this chapter will have much more mentions of abuse and self harm. There will be a TW at the actual self harm.

NICO POV:
Words can't describe the pure terror I am in right now. He's going to be furious that I had people over without his permission. And what happens if Will tells him we're soulmates, and try's to confront him about all the injuries he gets?
"Nico?" Will murmured quietly, gawking at my father.
"F-Father, your hom-home early?" I stutter out trying to seem casual.
"Who is this?" My dad drawled eyeing Percy and Will.
"I'm Will," Will said walking over and extending his hand.
Reluctantly my father shook his hand firmly, I noticed Will wince slightly. "That's Percy, we're friends from Nicos school."
"Oh is that so?" He replied in quiet anger. "I don't remember you asking to have boys over?"
"I-I, they were just going to help me with some, uh, school?" I say praying he was in a good mood.
"You know the rules," he spat stepping so he was right in front of me, glowering down his nose at me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Yes sir, I-I'm s-sorry sir-sir." I must have looked like a whimpering idiot. I could feel my entire body shaking, praying to whoever was listening to at least have Percy and Will leave before his temper exploded.
He grabbed my chin and squeezed my cheeks against my teeth so hard I could feel my eyes watering.
"Stop!" Will shouted. This just made my father madder, he pushed me backwards and I fell the floor.
"This is my home, and I can do what I wish boy," He spat at Will.
"Y-Your hurting him, you have for years!" Will said, his voice wavering slightly.
"Shut up!" I snap at Will, hoping he would just leave.
"Out of my house!" My father yelled pointing to the front door.
"Let's get out of here," Percy murmured to Will, and to my luck he listened. I watched as the two walked out the front doors and down the driveway.
"You stupid boy," my father spit down at me, and I mean spit like literally. I wiped his saliva off of my cheeks and forehead.
"I let you live under my roof after what you did and don't even have the respect to follow the rules!" he kicked me on my side. I gasped for air but refused to show that he was causing any pain.
"They followed me home, i'm sorry father," I pleaded, hoping he'd take this into consideration as he beat my ass.
"That's no excuse! You could have slammed the door in there faces!" He punctuated his sentences with a hard kick in the ribs. Black dots filled my vision and I gasped for the breath he had knocked out of me to fill my lungs again.
"I'm going to teach you some respect!"
I'm going to save you the time and not tell you exactly what happened next, 1) because I don't want to talk about it 2) I don't remember it very well.
Waking up upstairs in my own bed to find Hazel sitting next me did come as a shock at first. Until my brain cleared and I remembered what happened. She was sitting there with a wash cloth cleaning blood from my face and putting ice and heating packs all over my body.
I groaned as I tried to sit up, but head pounding.
"Just rest, Dad said your going to school tomorrow no matter what so you need to rest," Hazel said, concern filling her eyes.
"Of coarse," I mumble laying my head back down on my pillow, "What time is it?"
"It's about 11 pm," Hazel responded, "I had to wait for Dad to go to bed to come help you." She placed a butterfly bandage on my eyebrow.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, er, a bath," I say, slowing pushing my self into a sitting position.
"I'll wait in here just in case," Hazel said as I walked over to my bathroom.
Looking in the mirror I examined my wounds; I had a black eye, my lip had busted back open, and I had a fresh cut on my forehead. I took off my jacket and saw fresh bruises covering my arms. I starred at the scars and cuts littering my arms as well, wanting to add more. I stopped my self as I dug through the drawers when I realized that Will would not only see why my dad did to me, but what I was about to do. I paused, trying to think if that was worth it or not. I mean he already knew what my dad did and what I did too, so why did it bother me if he knew I did it right now.
TW: SELF HARM
My fingers twisted around the blade as I placed it on my skin and slid it across my arm. I watched droplets of blood slip from between my skin. I sat there for who knows how long continuously dragging it across my skin, and watching. I snapped out of it when a nock on the bathroom door intercepts my thoughts.
"Hey you good? I haven't heard the water start?" Hazel asks.
"Oh yeah, sorry," I stammer back shoving the blade back into the drawer.
Self Harm Over
I stared down at my skin and realize how much I had done. I then pulled the rest of my clothes off and drew a hot bath. I sat in the water until it was cold, and slightly tinted with blood.
"Fuck this," I murmur as I look down at my body, now littered with fresh bruises.