We all have pain

Help me...

Percy's pov

"You Little brat!" Smack! I was sent flying across the living room. Gabe sauntered over to me and grabbed me by my hair and yanked me up. "You ungrateful child! I keep you safe and you try to run away!" He punches me over and over again in my stomach.

He drops me, "You.... never....... protected..... me...." He snarls and pulls something out of his pocket.

*click* "Why you little," he plunges the knife into my shoulder and slowly twists it around making a hole in my shoulder. He then proceeds to do it to my other shoulder. "AAAAHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

He kicks me in the face and picks me up by the collar of my shirt. He then proceeds to dig his nails into my arm. I hiss in pain. He slams me against the table. I try to pick up my arm but my shoulder screams in agony. He kicks me in the ribs. I roll over, bad idea.

He brings out a belt and hits my back multiple times making me scream in pain. He kicks me in the ribs again. I grunt.

He picks me up by the hair for the second time and hits my face multiple times. I feel a bruise form and a black eye. He punches me in the jaw. I fall to the floor and hit my face on tile. I spit blood and try to stand. He kicks me again and I fall face first. He gets his belt and starts beating me again.

Around the fifty-second one he passes out from exhaustion. I stand up and walk to the restroom. The holes in my shoulders were about the size of a dime so I really wasn't worried. But my face was all bruised and bloody. I decided to take a shower. What I saw was horrible.

My ribs and stomach were bruised till they were black and blue. There were gashes all over me. I looked at the back of the shirt. Or what was left of it. It was held together by a few measly strings that were soaked red. I turned to look at the gashes on my back in the mirror. It was torn to shreds. Cuts and bruises were everywhere. Blood still trickled from some of them.

I looked at the time 20:56. He's been beating me for two hours!? How did I even stay up that long. I turned on the shower and winced when the hot water ran over my cuts and scrapes. 'Mom is probably staying late' I thought. I stood in there for a good ten twenty minutes? I don't know why but water calmed me.

The way it was majestic and open, yet horrifying and secretive. Water is the most patient thing in the world. Always waiting for the perfect time to strike. It takes centuries for water to wear away a boulder. Yet only seconds for fire, wind, or the ground to destroy an entire city. That's exactly what I'm doing, waiting for the right time to get back at Gabe. All good comes to those who wait.

A/N
Heyo it's Jason_Grace2 here with another story. Also helping write this is @deaths_daughter333. Woo Hoo! Disclaimer: I do not own pjo or hoo, all credit goes to uncle Rick who has tortured us since the beginning of it all. I also don't have the imagination to create something that spectacular. But I do own plot.