Percy
I told grover the truth about what happened that weekend during math. I would be no point lying to him cause he would find out sooner or later. Unlike me who was hell bent on avoiding this guy at all costs he wanted me to actually get to know him.
I looked at him like he had suddenly grown horns on his head. What the fuck was wrong with this guy. So my evil older twin took care of some of my injuries and and fed me more food than I would care to have when my mom wasn't home. Big whoop. I made the mistake of trusting Gabe too early and look at what happened.
"Listen, Percy I know you have trust issues especially after what happened. But he seems like a genuinely good guy from what you told me and if he's a police officer for real he's probably gonna try to get track of you."
"Why would he want to get track of me?"
"Well for starters you said he took care of you injuries."
"Yeah so? I was mugged nothing much" he shook his head then sighed in defeat.
"What?"
"I don't know if you've noticed but to bandage your wounds your shirt would have to be off. And some of the decorations on your back and torso aren't from getting mugged." I took a moment to process the information. So what if some of the scars on my back aren't from that night. What did that have to do with anything? I didn't know where Grover was going with this. He would have just taken care if the new wounds forgetting about the old ones. They were already healed and scarred but were already starting to fade as if they didn't exist at all. Wait...
They were scarred.
He took off my shirt.
He treated my wounds.
He is a police officer.
That's when I heard something going click my head.
If he was a police officer and saw all those scars on my back (not to mention I had not one but two freaking panic attacks when I was with him) he would probably think my parents abuse me, which they didn't. Gabe abused me. Gabe was not my parent. We shared no relation whatsoever. And mom? Mom was the best thing to happen to me ever since... well... EVER. They would probably take me to foster care. I can't let that happen.
"Oh no!"
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" Grover said louder than he meant to.
"Something you would like to share Mr Underwood?" Did I mention we were still in math class? No? It must have slipped my mind.
"No Mrs Dodds. Just doing the questions."
"If your so interested in the questions then why don't you come to the board and show the others how its done." She sent him one of her looks.
"No thank you. I'm fine right where I am." The class burst into laughter. Mrs Dodds looked just about ready for murder.
"It wasn't a request Mr Underwood I am informing you that you will be doing the questions on the white board right this instant." You could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears. Grover sent me a pleading look and I shrugged my shoulders as a way of saying sorry bro your on your own on this one. You know I can barely read numbers.
He slowly stood up moving towards the front of the class promising me revenge later. Long story short we both got detention after some girl named Annabeth snitched on us when she saw me trying to whisper-yell answers to Grover from a textbook.
Shortly after last period bell grover all but begged to come over to 'study'. Of course I let him come. It saved me the interrogation I was to get from my mom regarding the 'artwork that is my face' as she put it.
I went to bed relieved that I hadn't seen Gabe today and completely oblivious to the weird car I swore was following us all afternoon now parked outside our apartment building.
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Poseidon POV
I'm just doing my duty as a police officer. Making sure that the citizens of New York City are safe and protected. That is exactly why I'm doing this. At least that's what I'm trying to convince myself I'm doing while following a kid around the city. In my defence the guy could be involved in some serious shit that could endanger more people.
Who am I kidding. I cancelled a very important meeting and had my secretary clear out my schedule for two whole days for this kid. I didn't get what was so special about him. I found myself wanting to protect him from whatever or whoever it was that gave him all those scars. I had my private investigator check out his background while he was asleep at my house. That's how I got his address
When he bolted out of my house on Sunday I was pretty surprised. I don't know what I did wrong for him to run from me like that. He went through some awful shit I knew that much but who in their right mind would do that to a kid. Apollo said that some of the scars were really old judging by how they had started to turn white but some were new even I was smart enough to know that they weren't from those assholes at the alleyway.
They were made by a blunt knife. At least that's what Apollo told me. If he was in trouble then I would find a way to find out what it was.
That was my last thought as I stared at the apartment building and waited for the lights to a certain window to go off before I turned my rolls Royce around and drove towards my house.
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