We all have pain

Bloody F*cking Hell

Percy POV

Four months. Just four very short months and I'll do it. I'm gonna finally show what I'm made of.

I'm still deciding how to do it, either slow and painful or fast and painless. I'll think about it.

Luckily for the past day or so he's been passed out drunk on the couch. Then stench of beer all around his fat body. Of course I keep my peace, and don't make a sound or touch him. But every once in a while I sit there and wonder, why he does what he does. I never disrespected him until he hit my mother. Then I lost it, of course I was only 12 and an ok amount of muscle, but not enough force to get past his fat and actually leave a mark.

With him ignoring my attempts to hurt him, I finally thought smarter, not harder. Then with one swift motion my foot hit the place where the sun don't shine and he crumpled like paper. I rolled him away and went to my mother who was cowering in a corner.

"You ever touch her like that again, and I'll make sure you that you will regret it." I growled

"Is that a threat? Did you just threaten me?" He wheezed out as he tried to stand.

"No, I made a promise."

So back to the present. I already know what yall are thinking 'where did your confidence go Percy?' I'll tell you where it went, the same place my tattered and bloody shirt went, in the trash. But like I said, water is patient, so I'm building up my rage, anger, and hatred for the final event.

His death

A/N: Hey kids, sorry for such a short chapter. But I'll be updating ASAP, but only if you like comment and share adios mis amigos