Helpless

Chap 2

A/N- TW: Blood, abuse

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*ZERO/PERSEUS'S POV*
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When I arrived home, I slipped in through my window and quickly got changed into pyjamas. The money I won stayed in a hollowed out section of my beside table. It was underneath the bottom, a small latch opened it and the money I gathered slipped inside.

I laid down to rest when I heard him come in through the front door. He threw the key to the door on the kitchen table and the two pairs of footsteps stumbled next door into his room. That filthy pig.

All night, I couldn't sleep. The moans and screams echoed in my ears. When morning finally came, I was exhausted.

Luckily today was Saturday, which meant he was going to be at a poker game from 12-5 and then he'll stop at a bar for a few more drinks. He'll probably pick up a nice, unsuspecting lady and bring her back to this pig sty. Unfortunately, while he's gone, I have to do a huge list of chores. Once I'm done that, I have to stay in the house until he comes back, which, of course, I just sneak out the window and come back before he arrives.

He banged on my door at 8 o'clock in the morning and hollered for me to get up, it's amazing how we haven't had any complaints yet. I didn't have to be told twice and was changed in the matter of minutes. The woman already left and my step-father was getting impatient. I could tell he wanted to get to his daily... fun.

No, not that dirty minded way you people think of! He's a huge homophobic, which sucks for me as I'm kinda Bisexual... Thank the gods he doesn't know.

I sighed and stood before the worn out couch, Gabe, my step-father, stood over me with an evil grin. I lowered my head and knew what was coming.

"You were lucky yesterday, boy, but today, that just means you get double," he chuckled a sick laugh.

I flinched and he smirked. The smelly deranged man strutted over to me and punched me in the face. I fell to the ground. I guess 17 years of beatings gives you a pretty hard punch.

I quickly stood back up and he knocked me down again. And again. And again. And again. All until he said stop. I did and just laid there, wishing my life was different or that I was at Camp Half-Blood but no. Even if my prayers were heard, they couldn't be answered because the Ancient Laws bind the gods from helping.

Every kick to the stomach was nothing to me. However, every word that came with was a crack in my dams. I knew any more of this and I would break. I needed somebody to talk to but I don't want to burden anybody.

Luckily for me, his 'fun' was soon over and he left me, bloodied and bruised. Yet, I picked myself up and limped to my secret stash of ambrosia. I ate until I could feel my stomach slightly burning. That meant I was getting to my limit. A little more and... STOP THAT PERCY! Do NOT think like that!

I flinched and stood once more. Time to get a move on. Once my chores were finished, which consisted of laundry, dishes, vacuuming and pretty much every other household chore to do, I finished getting ready for the day.

I smiled at my feat and climbed out of my window. I was feeling better, thank goodness, but that didn't mean it didn't still hurt.

Within a few minutes I was at a park. Or more specifically, the park's pond. I smiled at the koi fish that swam to say hello.