To See Our Glory (Percico)(Abused! Percy)

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Sally

I went to bed. But the first thing I did when I woke up was talk to Paul about what Percy told me. How he kind of scared the shit out of him.

Paul tried to play innocent, but it just didn't work.

"Paul—" it didn't take much for him to let down his guard.

"Okay, fine, you want the truth?" He asked and let out a breath.

"I can't stand him," Paul told me straight out," he's a freak, and he acts like he's so innocent when he's not! He takes no consequences, and he acts like he's such a great guy. He won't get anywhere in life if he's like that. He needs a smack upside the head to knock some logic back into place. I understand some things are because of his dad, okay, I get that. But not every little fucking thing can be blamed on his dad. He acts like he had a terrible childhood, he was lucky! At least his parents cared about him!"

"Paul, he was abused," I tell him," by my ex husband. He broke down last night and explained everything to me. He acts so confident because he's not. He plays the guy everyone loves because he hates himself, he blames everything on himself. Percy's terrified because he knows that you don't even have to touch him, all you have to do is raise your hand towards him, and he'll freak out. He gave you his blessing because he thought he was going to die and he wanted somebody to be here with me to help me out when that happened. He thought you'd be a pretty cool step dad until then, too. You wouldn't put the fear of God's in him, but you still managed to."

Paul continued to rant on and on and I got tired of it.

"Shut up,"I persisted,"just shut your mouth, pack a bag, and leave. I raised one kid on my own, I can raise another. Just get away from Percy and get away from me."

Percy

A few months went by, we had a small Christmas for ourselves in our apartment with a tree that was as tall as Nico (he's 5'1", it's kind of adorable) and opened just a few presents from each other. Not all of them, we had to save a few for when we go back to Manhattan. Two friends of mine and his came over. None of them could go home for Christmas. Nico went to a private school, it was really nice. Optional to live in their dorms. He didn't because it's three miles away, but they do and one of them recently came out as a transgender woman, and her parents wouldn't let her go home for it. Then another girl in his grade came out as gay and holy shit that didn't end well.

As of my friends, Alex has been home the last two years for Christmas due to being in a committed relationship with his boyfriend, Stephen, who was the other guy here. Mainly because he's from Italy and couldn't afford to go to Italy. He's also not out to his family somehow. They were coming here tomorrow. Not here, but to London.

His favorite colors were blue and green and he loves the ocean.

The irony behind that and how it related to my life...

But I baked him a cake and made it ocean themed.

"By the way, he loves both Disney's Hercules and the Little Mermaid. More so Hercules." Stephen warned me," just if you want to affiliate that. He loves Greek and Roman shit, I don't know why. Maybe because he grew up in Rome, I have no idea."

I refrained my laughed when he said Hercules.

But anyways, I threw on some edible fake shells and what not before calling it good as Stephen walked back over to his boyfriend and Nico finished up dinner. 

Gods, I could get used to this.