Will You Save Me // Jercy AU

13~ You Shouldn't Deep Throat So Far

A/N

There'll be a couple of homophobic slurs used in this chapter. If this affects you then don't read. I promise I'm not homophobic but it's part of the story- used by a bad character.
Sorry x

Percy's POV

I whistled as I strolled down the bustling streets of New York, a sharp summer breeze gently blowing through the air.

For the first time in years, I felt free, I had no more worries- no more fears.

For the first time since my mum died I felt genuinely happy, why shouldn't I? Life was finally going my way.

As I headed towards the next shop I checked my watch:

4:20

I sighed, one hour and forty minutes until I got to see Jason again.

I was so preoccupied with my thoughts I barely noticed the figure lurking in the dark alley on my right, how as soon as I passed he placed his hand over my mouth- preventing my screams. I struggled but I was weak from my injuries and not eating. I silently cursed myself for being so ignorant as I was helplessly dragged into a dark back alley somewhere in Manhatten.

When the hand was finally removed from my mouth I spun around, hoping to catch a glimpse of my assailant.

There stood Smelly Gabe, cracking his knuckles and staring at me like I was a piece of meat- which, in this situation, I may as well have been.

'Well, well, well' he growled, prowling around me- stalking me like a predator ready for the kill. 'Look what we have here'

I gulped down my fear, thinking a show of strength would earn me a little respect.

'Not gonna go running?' he sneered, staring me down- daring me to run.

I stood tall, my head held high. I knew it would be stupid to stay but I'm not giving in without a fight.

'What do you want Gabe?' I asked, feigning courage.

'What I want, you pathetic faggot is for you to bleed'

I winced at the term, remembering all the times he told me I was one, along with being worthless.

Why did he have to find out?

If you weren't so loud telling your mum he wouldn't have overheard you twat.

'What no witty reply?'

I curled my fists inwards, I was sick of this clown.

'Of all the stepsons to get stuck with I got stuck with your WORTHLESS gay arse- I couldn't even get a normal kid you had to be gay'

He said the world with such repulsion as it rolled off his tongue as if it were the worst thing he could possibly think of. He had trained it hard into my mind it was wrong- for a while, I believed him, as I had with everything else.

'Gay men make me puke' he spat

An idea popped into my head and quick as a flash I retorted

'Maybe you shouldn't deep throat so far then'

Gabes face contorted in anger, I knew I should have held my tongue but I've had enough of Gabe making me feel worthless.

'You've got it coming for ya punk'

He swung his meaty fist at me, connecting with my jaw.

I staggered back, my ears ringing. I held my ground, raising my fists.