When The Villain Falls (Depressed! Percy) (Percy Jackson)

Chapter Seven

Percy

I woke up an hour later, and due to me moving, Nico also woke up. Mom wasn't home quite yet. The grocery store was a 30 minute drive and it always takes like an hour in there. We had a half hour to do stuff. At least.

"Hey," Nico said, giving me a smile that I could tell he was half asleep. "What time is it?"

"6:30," I told him. "Don't worry, mom's not home yet."

Suddenly I hear the door close downstairs, and that confused me. She couldn't be back yet.

"Percy, I'm coming up!" Paul yelled from downstairs, not sounding very happy and I shot up. "You better be decent!"

"Shit," I said under my breath, rushing to grab my clothes as Nico sat there confused.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, now panicked because I know Paul will freak if somebody else is here that he doesn't know, especially a guy. He doesn't know that I'm gay, but he doesn't like me making friends at all. "Paul's going to kill us if he finds out you're here."

Bare naked, he hid under my bed (it's a miracle he fit) and pulled his clothes under with him. I was able to throw on sweats and a shirt when he opened the door.

He was drunk. Had the bottle in his hand. Nothing hard, just nasty.

"What are you doing?" He demanded, as if I was like smoking or something. Trust me, he doesn't know I smoke weed. Mom does, but he doesn't. Trust me, I keep the smell off.

"I was going to take a shower," I told him, because that honestly was my plan. "Relax."

"Really?" Paul questioned, starting to get in my face a bit. "Your expression doesn't say that. Don't lie to me, Percy. What're you trying to hide, huh? Who's the girl? When she due?"

"There isn't—"

I felt the bottle hit the side of my head and shatter. Something I used to be so numb to. Used to.

"Don't lie to me," he snapped and my hand went the side of my head and he slapped it away. "I know you're up to something, Percy. You can't hide from me. I know everything."

Apparently you don't.

"I don't have a girlfriend." I insisted. "Okay? I don't even have friends. I have a friend."

"Yeah, your little freak, Grover?" Paul didn't sound happy about Grover. "You think he cares about you? You're fucking useless, all you do is blast your dumb music and complain about everything."

Knowing he wouldn't like anything I said, I didn't say anything. Which was just as much of a mistake, because he slapped me. Twice.

"Respond when I ask you a question." My step-ass was back. "Are you really that dumb? I knew you were stupid, but shit. You really are dumb. Sally might have to take you in to get your ears checked."

"I can hear just fine."

He shoved me up against the wall, and I really don't know what he said. I zoned out, trying to not let him get the best of me.

I knew he punched me a few times, and then gave me one good one to a rib. And I know that Paul threatened that if I told my mom, he'd like beat me to death before he threw me on the floor, somehow breaking my favorite fucking glass as he did so that I had on my desk, and then he left.

Grabbed something from their room, and he left.

I don't know how Nico managed to do it under the bed, but he came out with underwear and pants on.