Sea Storms (PJO/YJ Crossover)

Hell Hath No Fury But It's Hell

I always knew that she would find out eventually and she would get hurt because of me. I should have never hugged her so tightly so that she saw me wince in pain. I shouldn't have told her where I got the bruises from. Then she wouldn't be laying on the ground with a kitchen knife in her stomach and I wouldn't be in the corner curled up into a ball trying(and failing) to lessen the impact of each kick.

---FLASHBACK---
"Mommy," I yelled. She twisted her mouth in a soft smile as I squeezed the life out of her. I tried( and failed) to contain the wince as she pressed against my ribs that were bruised and sore from when I told Gabe that he should get his own beer.

"Percy what's wrong?" She asked worry etched into her features. I had a moment of panic, she would know. I could keep nothing from her, she was like a detective.

"uhh...nothing I just fell down the stairs," My 8 year old brain lied horribly, almost wincing with how horrible it sounded. We had a one story apartment.

"Percy let me see," she said forcefully, her eyes burning with a fire only a mom could muster and I gulped. I didn't even want to know what she would say when she saw my collection of scars and bruises, I had hid them for so long.

"No really i'm fine..." I looked down as my voice trailed off, you could tell from its panicked nature that I was evading the conversation.

"Perseus lift up your shirt." I did as I was told and lifted the peice of cloth slowly over my he hrad. I heard a gasp at my collection of bruises from when Gabe would have his fun time."Who did this to you." I shook my head frantically, eyes wide with fear, she couldn't know.

"No you can't know or he said he would hurt you too" she stared at me wide eyed and a mentally slapped myself. I gave her all the information she needed to figure out who did this to me. I can't tell if I did that on purpose.

"It was Gabe wasn't it," She looked like steam should be coming out of her ears. The only other time I had saw this amount of anger in her eyes was when a man yelled at me in public. She was in full mom mode now and there was no going back.

"Please mommy no, I don't want you to get hurt," I pleaded, but I knew it was hopeless she had eyes full of enough fury to kill with a single glare.

"He does not get to touch my child" she yelled and I flinched, this was going to end badly. Gabe wasn't a man that cared for others, the only thing he would ever care for is beer, food and his poker games.

"Sally," A drunken voice rang out through the small apartment followed closely by a door slam."Whach yu make fir dinner?" My mom growled under her breath at the disheveled as he entered the apartment door

"Mommy please no" I tried to say but my breath caught in my throat and her gaze flew away from me the glare at the drunk.

" I can't believe I thought you were a good man" she yelled, voice as wild as a raging storm. Her eyes held a fury that could not be faked, I swallowed hard at the beginning argument.

"Hu" Was his intelligent reply, beer bottle in hand. His eyes held confusion as the fat walrus took another swig of his 'happy juice'.

"How dare you touch my son," she screamed, and he turned his gaze to me. He menacingly salkes over over, roughly grabbed my hair and pulled me to him. My breath hitched in pain as I was pulled up to his face that smelled strongly of alcohol.

"You little brat" he thundered furiously, his features twisting into a snarl. My eyes went wide with terror and I tried to worm my way out of his grip but he held onto my shirt like it was the last doughnut in the world.