Heyy y'all! So, yeah, sorry for not updating sooner, but ya knowwww.... Its been really hectic, and believe me, when I say HECTIC, I mean it. And, yeah, uhhh don't expect regular updates form now on. I'll be writing, sure, but really irregularly. Like, it could be 3 parts in one day, or like, 400 words once a month or something, kay? But I'll be online on Wattpad, so..... feel free to talk to me and continue commenting, guys! It really makes my day!!
Percy: (FINALLY!!!! Oh my f gods. This took me so many days.)
Jason Grace. I'm pretty sure that I have a massive crush on him, and he blushes so easily its almost comical. But, the fact that he's so broken hearted right now just tears me apart from inside. Ughh... I'm literally captivated by Jason. The way he smiles, and the way my heart does a little tap dance, at the sight of him. Fuck. Fuck. Why am I so stupid? Jason's way out of my league. Get it together, Percy.
Why can't I just be normal for once?
Why can't I be like Jason?
Why do like Jason?
Why am I gay?
Why am I the one handling abuse at my home?
Why can't I be free?
Why am I alive?
Why am I the one that has to work three jobs everyday to pay my father's alcohol bills?
Why am I the breadwinner in my house?
Why, mom, why?
Why am I the one hearing voices in my head?
because you are a selfish, ugly, useless, faggot who doesn't deserve happiness.
No, I thought. Shut up, I told to the voice in my head, that doesn't let me sleep at night, or even think. but you deserve the pain, don't you think so? don't even think about ignoring me, Perseus Jackson. I am your inner thoughts, and another side of you that people don't know, and obviously don't want to know.
'Stop it!' I cried, not realising I screamed in public. I had sunk to the ground and was clutching my head, pressing hard on both sides; as if that was supposed to keep the voice at bay. Ha. It never did, but I always try it, in the hopes that it will, someday, work.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and immediately winced, my thoughts melting into yesterday's flashback:
#TW: BLOOD, SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE, HOMOPHOBIC SLURS, AND THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE, SELF- HARM, AND MURDER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. A SUMMARY IS PROVIDED AT THE BOTTOM, IF YOU WANT TO READ.#
Flashback:
I sent a silent prayer to all the Greek gods I had learnt about, and closing my eyes, I braced myself for the worst as I walked in the living room. I quickly turned my head, looking around furtively, searching wildly for any sign Gabe was home.
Nothing.
Except for the fact that there were about 5-8 bottles of beer, empty glass bottles skittered all across. I sighed, and began picking up the nearest bottle, when I felt a hand run across my cheek, and landing on my neck. I froze, and my entire body shook with fear of what would happen next. Gabe growled. 'Let me give you a taste of what it actually feels like. You know, being fucked by a,' he leaned closer to my ear, making my eyes squint shut in disgust and said, 'real man, huh fag?' I gulped, and shook my head violently.
He turned me around by my shoulders roughly, and kept me at arm's length, not... Touching me, surprisingly. It had, I must say, sadly become a routine. I would come home, and he would... do whatever he liked. If he was in a good mood, he would give me the "time of my life". And if he wasn't, well, let's just say I would be lucky to survive.
He looked at me, biting his lower lip,and staring at my crotch. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but he had me locked in a vice like grip, which made it a bit hard for me to escape.
I spoke, 'Uhm... what do you want from me, Sir?' He smirked, and said, 'Don't act like I don't know what you're hiding in those pants of yours.' My breath hitched, and I was nearing tears. I blinked furiously, trying to erase all the memories of Gabe and his friends.
Gabe continued to make comments about my body, pointing out how fat I look, and How ugly my face looks like, and how I will always stay alone, and how my mother just... LEFT me alone with this monster, for a very important work week, and how... fuckable I looke like to Gabe.
And then, the caressing started, along with Gabe calling me Faggot, and Fag and other... things, until I was literally sobbing, begging, PLEADING him to let me go, or kill me.
Flashback ends
I shook violently, realizing a bit late that someone was holding me. 'No! No! Please! please, I swear- I swear Ill do anything, please please please don't, please... ' I started sobbing again, and stopped thrashing about, accepting my fate. I turned my head so I would be able to see who was it.
Piper Mclean, a girl fom my grade with choppy brown hair, and kaleidoscopic eyes looked at me. 'Percy?' Her eyes searched my face, which was probably filled with fear and pain. 'Its fine, you're okay. He can't hurt you. I Promise. You're safe with me. Please, calm down, Percy. Deep breaths, okay?' I hiccuped lightly, a bit surprised how she knew all this.
'H-h-how do you K- know wh-what happened t-to me?'
She sighed, and spoke softly, 'My father was... abusive. I take it yours is too?' My eyes widened, and I quickly shook my head. 'N-no. I- I just f-freaked out for n-no no reason.'
'Percy, please, don't lie to me.' That's when I lost it, and told her everything, even of the sexual assault and physical and verbal one, completely breakimg down, while she shed a few tears herself and consoled me, running her hand through my hair.
So, that's that, then. See y'all later!! Also, sorry for the shitty ending. My brain is on a strike right now.
Toodles!
YOU ARE READING
I think we'll survive
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