Savior (A Percy Jackson FanFiction) ✔️

First Day

Annabeth's POV

I woke up and sat on my bed. It was the first day of school. Which meant that my arms would be cut up and bleeding again, my face would be redder with hand marks everyday. I closed my eyes and remembered to breathe. If all went well today, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Annabeth! Wake up!" my stepmother screeched. Before you assume she was Cinderella's stepmom and was mean and abusive, let me tell you otherwise. She was not so bad, but first days were always stressful for her. I got up, and hastily readied myself for the day

Regular clothes, no makeup, hair tied back. Good. Luke, my boyfriend, liked it that way, and I wouldn't dare break any of his rules. He was afraid other boys might stare at me, and if I got caught staring at another guy, oh, I was dead. 

After a hasty breakfast, I got in the bus and scanned it carefully, and thank the gods, he wasn't here. As soon as we pulled up at Liberty High, I practically ran to my first class, thinking this day might not be so bad. But of course, I was wrong.

"Hey, sweetheart." Luke stared at me, with a dangerous edge to his voice. I suddenly realized that some of my hair was left open (probably by accident) and I quickly fixed it. He put his hand on my shoulder and steered me towards the back, where he was free to punish me without anyone noticing. I quietly sat down, ignoring stares from the other girls.

You see, I don't have friends. Luke doesn't trust me with anyone, for fear that I may say too much.

One of the guys turned around and whispered to me, "Thanks a bunch for helping me on the test prep for last year, Annabeth. You totally helped me ace that test, my mom was so happy when we got back from Australia and she saw the results in the mail." He flashed me a smile which I returned, as fear reached through my heart and blanked out everything else

Maybe he didn't hear, I thought hopefully. Gods, please let him not have heard. I peeked at Luke.

Yep, he had definitely heard.

With a murderous expression on his face, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me in, his fingernails clawing into my waist as I hissed in pain. I prayed to any god I could think of. Please, please. Spare me just this once.

Luke gave me a sick smile, as if he could read my thoughts. His expression mocked me. It seemed to say, You can't escape. No matter what, no one will ever help you. I closed my eyes, a single tear seeping out from underneath my eyelid. 

Suddenly, the bell rang, and Luke immediately grabbed my wrist and pulled me along the hall. I knew where we were going. It was a "private" room, a room that I always left with a new bruise. I had no idea how he'd never been caught. But all I knew was that this was the room of my nightmares, and I would yet again be tortured this year.

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