Percabeth Soulmates. (Percabeth AU)

Chapter 10: Conceal, Don't Feel

(A/N: Sorry for the delay. This is a longer chapter, hopefully it will make up for it. WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE TOPICS! Such as physical abuse. Viewer discretion is advised. Dedicated to HJaneCooper AllegraAnonymous Tomgirl467 natalikabra OwlHead_21 Queenisme123 AkaDragneel_FT  KatieHarris350 aneska420 _toomanyotps Matdog6000 

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The next day...

Luke

I can't believe Rachel wouldn't remind me to get the daily refresh of the tattoo. Now, Annabeth will hate me forever, and there is nothing I can do about it. She knows we aren't soulmates anymore, and I think I know who is hers.

Annabeth

I had to go home. I just had to. I was supposed to be smart. I should have stayed with Sally. Now I have to confront my step "mom" about why I haven't been there for two days (she was at work yesterday when I came home). "AnNaBeTh ChAsE!" She slurred. "Where were you THE LAST FEw DaYS?"

"Umm..." I stammered, "I-I was..."

"WeREyou wiTH a boy?!" My stepmom yelled.

"Y-yes..." I said. I mean I don't like lying!

She stumbles up to me with her beer bottle and looks me in the face. She says coldly and surprisingly clearly, "You don't deserve the family you have, you have always been a horrible child, and now you are going around with boys? Pathetic."

She then spits in my face. As I go to wipe it off, I barely glimpse the bottle smashing down on the top of my head before I feel a searing pain, and crumple on the ground.

A few minutes later... I think... I open my eyes and see my step mom digging around my backpack. She grabs my favorite book, Peter Johnson, the Thunder Taker, and looks up to see my eyes open.

"Geez, you lazy child!" suddenly, she opens the book to a random page, and starts reading it. "You drool in your sleep. YOU DROOL IN YOUR SLEEP?! Is this some stupid stalking book? Is this what you do in your spare time?! READ STUPID STALKING ROMANCE NOVELS?!"

She grabs the page and tears it out of the book. I stare in horror as she laughs maniacally and rips out the next, then she rips all the pages from the binding, proceeding to rip my perfect collector's edition foil cover. I hold back a wail of pain. After that horror, she shuffles through my backpack some more, immediately, she finds another book. It reads, the Life of Peter and Alissabeth Johnson. The final book in the Peter Johnson/Heroes and Heroines of Olympus series'. I scrambled, half feeling the bump on my head, half trying to stand up, and half trying to stop her from tearing apart my life and soul, fully failing miserably at all of the above. With a smile deserving of an asylum, she rips out a page. Then ten, twenty, finally tearing out the rest of the book. This time, I do let out a scream, deserving of Tartarus. She jumps at me, covering my mouth.

"Shut up. SHHUTT UUOOOPPPP!! The neighbors will hear you." She grabs her hardcover cookbook, and smacks me over the head. My world tilts, black spots jumping from the edges of my vision. I feel hard punches flying at me from a seemingly impossible amount of directions at once. My vision tunnels, and I can feel myself starting to pass out. Suddenly, both my step mom and I hear the garage door open, and I jerk alert.