Percy's not okay

A Frightening Memory: Percy's Perspective

Poseidon's P.O.V.

I was shaking with rage at what I saw. My son buried his face in my shirt and was shaking as well. When he looked over at everyone else in the room and then quickly buried his face back into my shirt, probably wishing that he did not look. Soon the next memory came up. I nearly threw up at what I saw.

It was a sunny afternoon, and the warmth of the sun's rays filtered through the curtains, casting dancing shadows on the walls of my room. I was engrossed in my world of toys, completely unaware of the impending turmoil that awaited me downstairs.

I could hear raised voices coming from the living room. My heart started pounding, and a knot formed in my stomach. Fear crept over me, but I couldn't make sense of the situation. Slowly, I tiptoed down the stairs, my small feet barely making a sound on the carpeted steps.

As I reached the bottom, the commotion grew louder. My eyes widened as I saw my parents engaged in a heated argument. Their faces were flushed with anger, and their voices filled the room with tension. I stood frozen, unsure of what to do. The atmosphere was heavy with negativity, and I felt a sense of impending doom.

Suddenly, my father's voice boomed, and before I had time to react, his hand struck my face with a force I had never experienced before. Pain radiated through my small body, and tears welled up in my eyes. Confusion and disbelief washed over me. I couldn't comprehend why he would hurt me like that.

As the beating continued, I tried to shield myself from the blows, but my efforts were futile. Each strike sent shockwaves of pain through my body, and I felt powerless against the aggression. The sound of my own cries blended with the echoes of their argument, creating a cacophony of distress.

In that moment, all sense of safety and security shattered. I felt betrayed by the person I loved and trusted the most. The concept of love became muddled with fear and pain. The world around me seemed to blur as tears streamed down my face, mixing with the blood from a cut on my lip.

This memory, etched deep within my being, remains a haunting reminder of a time when my innocence was shattered. It serves as a testament to the vulnerability of children and the lasting impact that such experiences can have on their lives. Through Percy's perspective, we gain a glimpse into the emotional turmoil of a young child facing the harsh reality of violence, forever altering his perception of the world.

I held Percy closer to my body as if telling myself that he was still in my arms and safe. I looked down at him to see that he had some how glued his body to mine.