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  Percy's POV

I groaned as my head pounded aggressively. The room was spinning slightly, but it only took a couple seconds for it to turn back to normal.

  "Percy? You good?" Hazel asked, looking at me intently, like she was waiting for something.

  "Uh, yeah. When did I get here?" I asked curiously, standing up shakily.

  "You walked here, but you obviously stopped somewhere." Leo chuckled, grabbing my wrist.

  "When did I get a tattoo? Christ, I don't even remember what happened. Last thing I remember, uh, was, hm, probably leaving the Empire State Building." I said, rubbing my neck. "Can someone get me some water?" I asked, and Poseidon got me a class, and I took it in gratefully.

  "Didn't you go to the guys house, the one who called you?" Jason asked with a raised eyebrow and I just looked at him in confusion.

  "I don't remember." I muttered, rubbing my head. What did I even get wasted on? I don't remember going out drinking or anything.

   "Iris!" Zeus shouted, and Iris appeared. Iris is the goddess of rainbows, and also lets us call each other without phones. "Look through Perseus's memories of the last 6 hours." He ordered and Iris nodded.

  "His memory is messed up. After he left the Empire State Building, everything is dark." Iris said, raising an eyebrow.

  "Well, anyways, we're on Olympus to watch my memories, so let's just move on and watch." I shrugged, sitting on the floor, leaning casually against the couch.

   "Did something happen that your not telling us about?" Annabeth asked, looking at me curiously. I was surprised she wasn't mad at me. She has every right to be.

  "As I said, and Iris clarified, I don't remember. I don't remember going out drinking or anything." I mumbled.

  "You have hickeys." Aphrodite said and I rubbed my neck.

   "Uh, no I don't." I said, raising an eyebrow, and she gave me a small mirror. "Uh, maybe I do. I don't know where I got them from, or this money, or this tattoo."

   "How about we find out?" My mother asked, raising an eyebrow, looking at Iris.

  "Of course." She said, and the image of me leaving the Empire State Building appeared. It's weird watching me, my normal age.

  I walked the streets casually, pulling out a pact of cigarettes I had taken from Becky's bag. I'm not an addict so whatever.

  "Hey! I paid for those!" Becky whined and I laughed, shrugging that.

  I looked over my shoulder nervously. Something was off, I just didn't know what. I continued on my way, before turning a corner into an alleyway, but something hit me in the head hard, and all I saw was black.

  "You were kidnapped?" Leo asked incredibly and I rubbed my head. Last thing I did remember was turning into an alleyway. I only shrugged in response, trying to remember.

  When I woke up, a guy was liquidizing heroin and taking some drugs that I knew were illegal. Maybe this dude will introduce me to his dealer. I looked at my surroundings, everything looked lonesome and dark, only light was from the couple of lamps set up across the room. I was chained to the shower, he had a place to connect handcuffs, so I could only assume that kidnapping people was a hobby to him.

  He was a middle aged man, really cute actually, except for the way his eyes were sunken, greasy hair, and a beer belly forming. He looked tired. He came up to me, hit me over the head and put a needle in my arm. I struggled.

  "Let me go!" I slurred. He tilted my head back and started pouring liquor down my throat, and the sour sweet taste filled my mouth, but I spit it out.

  "I'm helping you, just drink it." He said calmly, and I couldn't even argue, he forcefully poured the liquid down my throat, holding a knife up to my neck.

  "That's why you came in so intoxicated." Parker said.

  "And the aftershock of what happened probably just made remembering it harder because your mind forced the thoughts back." Will said and I shrugged. Things were slowly coming to mind, but I didn't want to remember, something bad must have happened for me to forcefully shove the memories back while I was drunk.

  He also made me swallow some pills, but I didn't know what they were, I couldn't even see what they looked like, and the effects weren't familiar.

  "Stop." I mumbled. Everything was racing at me in neon lights, I was seeing duplicates of stuff, nothing was in place. "Let me-" I mumbled, drowsiness cutting me off. Talking was getting hard.

  "Wanna try something I know you never had?" He asked, but I couldn't see his facial expression. I saw that he was smoking joints, drinking and taking some pills, but he didn't take nearly as much as he made me take.

  "Nuh." I mumbled, my head hanging loosely. My limbs weren't moving like they should, everything was blurry. My limps were twitching with energy, like an ADHD kid with a crap ton of coffee, I would know, it sucks.
 
  "Guys, I don't think I want to finish this memory." I said, shaking. The memories were racing back, and I really wished they wouldn't. The memory paused when everyone saw my shaky form. I felt like I was about to faint or something.

   "Percy, we're taking this fucking guy to court." Becky growled, and I felt my face pale.

  "Becky, no. Literally it's no big deal. It's not like I can show up to court with an iris message and say 'this god is going to show you guys my memories of what happened through a rainbow!'" I mocked. "They would think I'm crazy and send me to a mental institution."

   "He forcefully made you take drugs!" Jason argues. I was shocked when he agreed with Becky, I thought he would have seen the logic in this.

  "What proof do I have? Some hickeys? He could play it off as a hookup gone bad." I said, rolling my eyes like it was obvious. "Sometimes people cry rape when sex isn't as good as they wanted it to. I got money for it, so it's fine." I shrugged like it was harmless.

  "Then I'm going to go kill him." Summer growled, taking her backpack (the girls all carry backpacks) and started walking out.

  "Summer if you don't get your ass back here right now I will make you regret walking out." I growled, and Summer sighed,  walking back.

  "I'm not afraid of jail time, Jackson, and I'm not afraid of you." She growled, plopping down on the couch.

   "It's honestly not a big deal." I said.

  "If it isn't such a big deal, let's finish the memory." Sophia challenged. They can be so stubborn sometimes.

  "Fine!" I growled, sinking into the couch as much as I can. I pinched my fingers, counting. What? Are you judging me? It helps me calm down sometimes. Wait, who am I talking to?

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