Help From A Golden Boy (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Ch. 9

Annabeth's POV

Do you ever have that moment in your life where everything is finally going the way it should? That moment when everything's alomost perfect and you're on cloud 9 for the first time in long time, then it all comes crashing down on you. But worse than before.

That's what happened the moment when Percy opened that door. My world was crashing down on me and all I could do was stare. It's like I lost all my senses. I could hear what he was saying, but the words weren't processing in my brain. I could smell the alcohol on his breath (he reeked of it), but at the same time, I couldn't smell it. I knew he was kicking and hitting me, but I couldn't register the pain. It's like all my senses had shut down, my brain wouldn't help me comprehend what was happening. The only thing I could understand was that his buddies were laughing in their drunken state, holding Percy away from me, and giving him the occasional punch or kick. The only things I could feel in that moment was worry and guilt. I dragged Percy into my world. Now he's getting hurt because of me. ME!!!

It's all my fault. I don't want Percy getting hurt anymore because of me.

Rob's hands were now around my neck.

I couldn't breathe.

My vision starts to go black.

I hear Percy shouting at me.

Everything sounded like it was muffled.

I'm gonna die.

I hope I don't hurt Percy when I leave.

Percy...

This would kill him.

I can't do that to him.

As I feel the ending coming, and my vision is almost fully black, I muster all the strength I have left.

I knee Rob where the sun doesn't shine. He immediately let go off me. I sit up, gasping for air. Desperate to fill my lungs with air that they've been deprived off.

My senses start coming back. I can feel the pain. Smell all the alcohol Rob and his 'buddies' have drank. I can see Percy still fighting against two buff guys who are very wasted. Percy has a busted lip, a black eye, blood trickling out of his nose, and a bruise forming on his cheek bone. After this, he'd never want to date me. He'll probably run for the hills as fast as he can.

Stop thinking about that, Annabeth, I scold myself, Now is not the time to think about that.

All I should think about right now is getting out of here alive. As long as Percy lives and he makes it out alive, that's all that matters.

I look over to where Rob is on the floor, except he's no longer on the floor holding the place where I kicked him.

Instead, he's looking at me like fresh, dead meat. I see something glitter from the light in his right hand. That's odd, he's left-handed, not right.

Before I can even question myself on what it could be, my back is pressed against Rob's front with his arm around my neck. This isn't the sweet position Percy and I were in earlier on the couch. The major difference being the fact that Percy didn't have a knife pressed against the side of my throat.

Percy immediately stills in the arms of the drunk retards holding him back. I hear Rob laughing in my ear. A cold and very disturbing laugh.

"Ready to come home?" He asks me with another laugh, his voice sending shivers down my back, and not the good kind. When I don't answer him, he pressed the cold blade further against my neck.

"I asked you a question!" Rob barked, his hand moving the knife into my even further. I wince a little when I feel a sting and then blood tricled down my neck. He cut me.

Rob looked at Percy. "Don't try anything, boy," He said, "Or I'll cut her even deeper."

Percy's face drained itself of any color. He was so pale he could give a ghost a run for their money. Percy opened his mouth to say something, but Rob held up a hand and interrupted him.

"I don't want to hear what comes out of your mouth." Rob growled, "Now if your excuse us, I'd like to take my daughter home where I can give her a proper punishment."

Percy paled even more, if that was even possible, at the mention of the words proper punishment.

'I'm sorry' I mouthed to Percy as Rob led me out of the apartment.

I didn't get to see Percy's reaction, Rob's people blocked my view, and then the door was shut and I was being led to Rob's blue 1970 Dodge Charger.

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Yes, I actually named a car/truck that wasn't a Ford XD The picture in the slide is Rob's car, nice care right :)

This chapter was really hard for me to write. It was a very hard decision on what would happen. I think the next chapter is gonna be very painful to write, I haven't really decided yet. But, I do know that you're all gonna probably hate me for what I do. Nobody dies though, so don't go there.

Who's POV should I do the next chapter in? Do you want to find out what happens to her when Rob gets her 'home' first, or how Percy is taking all this?

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