Revenge & A Stream of Broken Hearts

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Author's Note: Reminder- This chapter is in Percy's P.O.V.

ENJOY!!!

Also: Titanium by David Guetta (I think) is a special song about Annabeth's feelings towards Cole. (Sorry about my awkward wording there.)

PERCY'S P.O.V.

I know I shouldn't be talking to Clara after what happened with her.

But, I just had to do something to get her to back off.

To: Clara

From: Percy

My girlfriend is going to get mad if she sees you talking to me.

Send. Phew! Now, that that's taken care of, what else is there to do right now? Hmmmm... Suddenly, I feel a vibration in my pocket. I slip out my phone and notice that Annabeth texted me. Yay! I haven't heard from her since this afternoon when we made plans for our second date.

To: Percy

From: Annabeth

Can you come over? We need to talk.

I wonder what she wants to talk about. Oh, well. I grab my coat and car keys and head down to the apartment lobby. I jump into my Porsche and start driving over to Annabeth's house. Once I get to her neighborhood, I slow down. There are a lot of children in this area. Then, Clara texts me back:

To: Percy

From: Clara

You used to talk to me all the time! What's the difference now? >:(

You have got to be kidding me! God, Clara. Just go somewhere.

I pull up to Annabeth's driveway. But there is someone else's vehicle there. I wonder who that is. I quietly step up to the front porch and knock lightly for some reason. Through the window, I see Annabeth yelling at someone. I move around to get a better view at who she's being so fierce to. But, just my luck, I stumble into the nearby bushes. Annabeth opens the door and glances around her yard, but seems not to notice me. She slams it just as I try to get back on my feet. I furrow my eyebrows. I continue to eavesdrop. Whack! The unknown man slaps Annabeth clear across the face. I- I- I don't know what to do! I'm so confused! But as I figure out how to help Annabeth, I hear a loud crash. Oh, no! I think. As I peer through the window, it looks as though the large unidentified man has pushed or thrown Annabeth onto the coffee table. The table has collapsed into shards of wood. I bang on the door. No one answers. I unlatch it and barge into the living room. Annabeth remains fallen onto the broken table, sobbing.

I scream at the man, "Get away from her, now!"

"Excuse me, boy! This is my daughter! You have no right to be here!" He answers just as loudly as I.

"Get out!" He runs out of things to do or say and grabs a hold of Annabeth's shirt and slams her up against the wall.

"I'll break her face!" He threatens. He obviously realized how much I care about Annabeth. So, instead of injuring me, he hurts Annabeth.

"Don't you dare lay another finger on her!" He balls his hand in a fist and stretches his arm back, ready to punch her. Pow! Right in her eye! Annabeth slides down the wall, holding her eye and weeping. I can't let him do anything more to her. I attack him off guard and push him out the door. I lock it and all the other potential entrances to inside the house. I locate my phone and dial 911.

"Hello, this is 911. What is your emergency?"

"My girlfriend's father came to her house and slapped her, punched her, and threw her onto a table that broke. She needs medical attention right away!"