My first Jercy fic, let's hope I did the ship justice!
Percy P.O.V
My stomach growled loudly which successfully got my therapist to stop talking for a full five seconds.
"Listen Percy, I understand the pain of sharing your story, But I really think this Group Therapy will be good for you." She said in her annoyingly high pitched voice.
"Yeah okay." Was my dull answer.
She frowns at me with such intensity that I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
"Okay Percy. Your first session is tomorrow at four, please don't forget." I nod towards the door asking a silent question, "Yes you may go. Here take this," She hands me a piece of folded up white paper, "It has a list of your sessions for the next three weeks."
Eventually I escape the hellhole which is referred to as therapy.
I've been seeing Miss Evelyn for two months now, This fucked up journey all started with my mum dying.
My stepfather Gabe killed her on a Friday night with a fully loaded shotgun. And since I don't have any relatives I was sent into Foster Care.
Right I know I'm fifteen I can completely take care of myself, but apparently that's not how the Child services see's things. So I'm stuck with a pathetic therapist, a horribly nice foster home, and now Group Therapy sessions.
I knock on the door of my foster house, (I'm not to be trusted with a key yet), They door opens wide to admit me into the small mansion they expect me to call home.
"Hi sweetie! How was therapy?" Mrs. Underwood asks sweetly.
"Fine." I look around the house in aw, The door opens up into a wide hall way branching off into a kitchen and the stairs to the basement, The end of the hallway spreads into a big living room, to the left is the spare bedroom and to the right is the dining room which folds neatly into the kitchen. Straight ahead is a nice open stairwell heading upstairs to the four bedrooms and four bathrooms, plus an extra living room with all the games you could ask for.
Even though I've seen if about a million times it still amazes me how someone actually grew up here.
"Grover will be home soon, he is still at track practice though. Cookies?" She informs me while shoving a plate piled with cookies into my arms.
I thank her for the cookies and warn her that I'll be up in the spare bedroom (Which they expect me to call my bedroom).
Grover and I have been best friends since seventh grade, before all of this crashed upon my all to perfect life, I stayed with Grover a lot. I was never jealous of what he had, but now that I have everything he had I am jealous of the boy.
Not jealous of the fact that he has money and a big house, but the fact that he will never know the pain that invades my every second, they fact that he has a family to fall back on.
So I do the only thing I can do, I drown out my pain with a pocket knife, loud music, and a cigarette.
How is it? Anyway, I might do more depending on you guy's reaction. So tell me if you want me to continue.
~Rain.