Friend Or Foe || [A PJO FanFic]

-=-= Hell =-=-

This chapter contains mentions of bullying and violence. I do not support any of these. If you are sensitive to anything, skip it.

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Ducking through the towering plants, she wove her way around a patch of lavender. The smell of damp, musty soil filled her nose, and she let out a soft sneeze. Shaking her head, she rid herself of the fuzzy numbness that ran through her brain. Peeking around a bush, she spotted the old, wooden door that let to the back of her house. Tiptoeing over to the beautifully carved frame, she placed her hand on the slightly rusted golden knob. Twisting it, she flinched at the groans that were emitted as the door swung open.

Pacing down the dimly lit hallway, her head swivelled around, taking in every detail. The plain grey walls loomed above her, while a dark red carpet strewn itself over the mahogany planks. The house was dusted with a gloomy light, giving the place an eerie feeling, making her stomach twist inside her. Jumping at every creak the floor emitted, snapping her head up at every noise that made itself known, her paranoia increased the further she crept. She was close to a mental breakdown when laughter was heard from another room.

Silently sweeping her sandled feet over the floor, she made her way to a crack of light spilling from one of the large doorways. More cackles were heard from behind the closed-over door, and she peered through the spilt. Her eyes widened as she saw two people calmly chatting, wine glasses in hand, the casual chuckle every now and then. One was a man, and the other a woman. Hands shaking, she stepped backwards.

Creeeaaaakkk!!

She flinched, and the voices stopped. Turning to run, footsteps sounded behind her and a hand grabbed her roughly. She yelped, pain sinking through her arm, as she looked up at the attacker with fear-filled eyes. His eyes glittered with malice, and he called back into the other room,

"Honey, seems we've caught a little mouse here." He sneered, and dragged her into the room, throwing her onto the carpeted ground. She stared into the floor, tears pricking her swirling green orbs. She bit her lip, and braced herself for the harsh treatment to come. She peered at her arm, seeing a faint bruise already showing on the surface. Her chin was ripped up violently, as a feminine face glared at her. The woman's mouth turned up into a cheshire grin.

"Well, well, little mouse. Seems you've been caught by the cat. Haven't you?" The woman cackled, tightening their grip on her chin when she did not answer. "Haven't you?!" They demanded, shaking her head, before dropping it to the floor. She felt pain blast through her head as it hit the floor. She whimpered slightly, but bit her lip and continued to remain silent. The man and woman sneered down at her pathetic state. Walking over, the man grabbed her hair and screamed in her face.

"She asked you a question, brat!" The alcohol on their breath swarmed through her nose, almost making her choke. She gritted her teeth, and fought the urge to cry out in pain. This is what happened every time she came home from seeing her friend. It wasn't their fault though, she had snuck out and aggravated her parents. It was her fault for breaking their rules of not leaving the house. The only thing that helped her through these beatings was imagining a place that wasn't here. So she imagined she was at her friend's cave.

With the brightly coloured walls, and the scent of paint filling the air. It felt more like home than where she was. Thinking of these things, it made her forget what was happening to herself, the kicks, the punches, the harsh words that spilled from their mouths. That she was worthless and ugly and weak. How she shouldn't have been born, how she should just go and die. That they would be better off without her sorry self invading their perfect lives.

A snap brought her back to reality, as well as pain racing along her arm, racking her body with every second that ticked by. A scream left her pale lips, as she started sobbing from the pain. They had never taken her beatings so far as to break a bone before. As much as they hated her, they needed her to do all their chores around the house, they needed her to cook the dinners, they needed her to take their anger out on. So they would harm her, emotionally, mentally, and sometimes physically, but never this far. As she bought her bloodshot eyes up to meet their cruel ones, they grinned down at her, cackling, and walked into another room. Leaving her there to rot.. To die..

Cradling her now bent arm against her chest, she struggled to her feet, letting out quiet whimpers at the fire that rushed through her body with each movement. Pushing aside the pain, she bit down hard on her bloody lip, and limped out the room. She headed away from her bedroom. Away from the kitchen. Away from everything. She went to the same door that she entered from, and left. Left for her friend. The only person that could help her. The only person she could trust. 

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