Gang Life (PercyxAvengers) (PeterXPercy)

Chris! Is That a Weed??

***Warnings***

· Panic attack/PTSD

· Sexual assault

· Explicit language

· Some gore I guess

· Vomiting, if that bothers you idk

· Gabe

Chapter 5: Chris! Is That a Weed??

Percy's POV:

Blood splatters over my face as the body of my superior drops to the floor, eyes still open and frozen on me.

My chest constricts and I can feel myself start to hyperventilate, my hands shaking, tears and blood sliding down my face. The longer I stare at his lifeless figure, the more I don't even see him anymore. Instead, he morphs into the body of my mom, lying dead on our apartment floor, surrounded by her own vomit and blood. The foul stench of that day floods my nostrils and my throat closes up, making me choke and gasp for air. I can vaguely feel a searing pain across my chest and abdomen with every breath, but the sight before me and the ringing in my ears quickly drowns it out.

Suddenly someone's hands are on my chest and my eyes slide down to see them undoing the buttons on my shirt. My heart rate continues to increase in panic, but when I look up to see who the hands belong to, it stops and drops to the pit of my stomach.

Gabe, my step-dad, sits next to me on the couch, completely ignoring his wife's body in front of us and sneering wickedly at me. His hands pull my button-down shirt completely off, tossing it onto my mom's face before gliding across my collarbone.

Oh my God, no. Not this again.

I jerk away, trying to shake him off, but my body doesn't move. One arm remains glued to the armrest, the other to my side, and my back to the couch.

The room starts to spin and bile rises in my tight throat as I realize I'm totally paralyzed. His hands slide down to my belt buckle.

"Let's have some fun, eh, Jacky Boy?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Gabe snickers as he pulls my belt off and slips his hand into my pants.

Inhaling sharply, I do the only other thing I can think to do and let out an ear-splitting scream, squeezing my eyes shut and praying for it to stop.

"Ah! Jackson! Stop! It's alright! Dear God..."

That's not Gabe.

My eyes snap open to see the face of a young, attractive man hovering above me.

Definitely not Gabe.

I glance down to see his hands on my torso.

"Fuckin' get off me!" I attempt to twist away, but find myself still paralyzed by tight restraints all over my body. My shirt is popped open at the top and his fingers fumble around the band on my bare chest, sliding across my skin and making me desperately want to flinch away. I feel unbearably powerless.

"Calm down! I'm just taking off your restraints."

The pressure on my chest suddenly releases and I gasp in a deep breath, pausing my struggled movements.