Warning:
This includes abuse and suicidal thoughts. If you or someone else gets abused, remember that you are loved and you can always talk to anyone you feel comfortable with.
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This is an AU story.
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PERCYS POV
Walking home from school was just about the worst thing ever. Of course, other that the actual part of being home. Ever since my mom married to an old drunk called Gabe, my life has been an actual hell. He abuses me with not only his fists but his words as well.
I took a deep breath in before unlocking the door to the apartment. It was Tuesday so my mom was working late, giving Gabe plenty of time to do whatever he wants to me. The past few years, I've done a good job of covering the cuts and bruises using my moms makeup.
I opened the door to see the fat hog sitting on a chair in front of the TV. Beer bottles and whiskey was thrown around the room. He stood up when he heard the door open. His eyes were laced with anger and hatred. I braced myself.
"What took you so long!" He yelled while making his way towards me.
"I had to walk 6 miles since you wouldn't let me use your car." Apparently that sounded too sassy for his liking and he struck me in the face. I felt the bruise forming. I covered my head with my arms, trying to protect myself.
He grabbed a glass shard and cut my arm, lip, chest, and right under my eye. He punched me a couple more times at my stomach and chest until he decided that I got boring and went back to sit down. I didn't move until I heard his snoring. I got up quietly and ran to the bathroom. I looked really bad. Black eye, busted lip, cuts everywhere. I cleaned myself up the best I could but I realized we didn't have any first aid stuff left. I couldn't walk all the way to the drug store and didn't have the keys to drive. I could take the bus but I did not want to come back here. I debated on calling my mom but I didn't need her to think the abusing was her fault. I didn't have any other friends. I thought for a moment and realized that I should call Annabeth. We've dated for two years now and she still doesn't know about the abuse. I decided it was time and called her.
"Hey seaweed brain, what's up?"
"Hey can I come over to your house? I need to talk to you about something."
"Yeah sure." She was confused and a bit scared but calmed herself.
I took the bus to her house. I knocked the door. Her parents were out on vacation with her brothers so she was the only one there. The door opened and I saw a curly haired beauty. She gasped and touched my face gently.
"What happened?" She whispered.
"You might want to sit down for this."
We went to her room and sat down. She grabbed my hand.
"You know Gabe and how my mom married him for the apartment rents. Well, ever since I was twelve, he started drinking a lot. He would get mad and take it out on me. He would hit me, cut me, stab me, punch me, and so much more. I thought about just dying. Everything would be better. So one day, I grabbed a knife. I thought he wouldn't be in my life and I would be happy. Then I thought about you. I put the knife down. I couldn't do it." I hadn't realized I was crying until I started choking back my tears instinctively.
Annabeth was crying too.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
The pain in her eyes made me wince back.
"I thought you'd run for the hills once you knew." I looked away as she grabbed my hand tighter.
"Never."she whispered. She cleaned up my cuts and I stayed with her over night. My mom would have worried so I just said I was at a sleepover at Jason's.
After a few weeks, I told my mom and we went to the police. They took Gabe and he was out in jail for 30 years. Apparently, we weren't the only victims. He also selled drugs illegally to other people and that's where he got the money from. He was finally gone.
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Boom, another story. Again, sorry for the short stories. Anyways, I've been thinking about writing a whole book based on percabeth but I'm not sure. I think if I do, I want to write the whole thing before posting it. Any who, thanks for reading, don't forget to vote, comment, and follow. Bye! ~Eden
