𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓 // 𝑨 𝑷𝑱𝑶 𝑭𝑨𝑵-𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

𝐎𝐍𝐄.

𝑻𝑾: 𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫 𝑨𝑩𝑼𝑺𝑬. 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵.

𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖: 𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃; 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄: 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐑; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀

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a close call was an understatement in describing what had just happened. percy used so much power defending argo II from the romans, frank took him and jason down to their cabins after stating that the world turned upside down. he may be okay now, but annabeth was horridly worried. she'd just gotten him back after stupid hera/juno kidnapped him, sent him across the country and wiped his memory, and now he's below deck attempting to flip the world right-side up. a sharp yell was heard from underneath. that sounded way too much like percy. annabeth thought. in a state of worry, she half-sprinted down the stairs and burst through the door.

she was greeted by a shirtless, hopping percy, clenching his left foot. "i stubbed my fuckin toe!" he yelped. annabeth giggled in relief. "you scared the ever living shit out of me." annabeth said, causing percy to jump out of his skin. "i thought you got attacked."

"aww, was little old wise girl worried about poor old percy?" he cooed. "shut up, seaweed brain. i'm 37 days older than you." "and i'm, like, 5 inches taller than you." annabeth laughed. "there's that smile." percy said. annabeth waltzed a few feet to meet percy's eyes. she glanced downward to his chest, then down to his stomach. she wasn't surprised to see a toned set of abs resting there, but it didn't fail to leave her cheeks tainted with a pomegranate-like color. upon further examination, she noticed an array of scars along his stomach. "hey, percy, could you turn around for me?" she asked. "um.. sure?"

he shifted his feet and faced the back wall of his cabin. annabeth let out a small gasp. "percy, where'd all of these scars come from..?" she asked with hesitance.

annabeth saw the muscled in percy's back go tense. he turned around to face her and rubbed the back of his neck. "oh, those. they're probably from quests or something. you know how clumsy i am.. heh.." he trailed off.

"okay, now's the time you rephrase that with a little less bullshit." annabeth snapped, anger surging though her. why was he lying?

"i- beth, i'm not lying, i swear." percy pleaded. how would she react to the truth?

annabeth pulled him into a tight hug. "hey, it's okay. i'm not mad." she lied at that last bit, hopefully to calm him down. "i'm sorry."

annabeth pushed him away gently and looked him in the eyes, cupping his face. "no. you're not allowed to say sorry. i'm sorry for pushing you."

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇: 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍; 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍

i had to open up now. to be honest, bottling it up is definitely not healthy at all. "no, to be honest, i probably should've told you."

i take a deep breath. "re- remember gabe..?" annabeth nodded. "he um.. he used to um.." i trailed off. i couldn't just break down in her arms? she'd think i was weak, for the gods' sake. i hid my face in her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her torso.

"he used to hit me when my mom wasn't home." i mumbled, in a hopefully inaudible tone. apparently she heard me, because she squeezed me tighter and rested her face on my shoulder.

"i am so, so sorry, percy." she whispered. i didn't even notice i'd started crying, but apparently it had been going on for a while because annabeth's shirt was slowly soaking more of my tears under my head.

i rubbed her back. "it's not your fault."

"did- did he say anything to you?"

"uhm.. a little? he called me-"

"jackson! chase! get your asses up here, we're playing truth or dare!" leo called from atop the stairs.

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𝟔𝟓𝟔 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

(A/N: oooo a cliffhanger! [not a rick style cliffhanger but it's wtv.] i hope you're liking this book so far! i'll try to update maybe twice a week if school decides to not be a pain in my dam ass. anyway, i hope life treats you well!)