So Nico is one of my favorite characters, but their is like NO fictions about him and a girl with a happy ending. I think that he deserves one :). Nico is 16, Percy and Annabeth are 19. My OC, Jocelynne , is also 16. Enjoy :)

" Yo-Youu fu-f-fucking bitch" My dad screamed at me as he threw his beer bottle toward my head. I watched it shatter as it hit the wall, barely missing my head. I closed my eyes as he began to walk towards me, expecting the worst.

My dad, he hasn't always been this way. He was once happy, loving, and actually cared about me. But then my mom walked out on us, and all things went downhill from their. He blamed me. Always has, always will. He says that I was a bad child or I wasn't good enough. Things became worse when my brother came along. He became a drunk and the abuse got violenter, tears became more frequent. I had to convince myself that nobody cared about me, and I still honestly believe that.

So why is my father mad at me today? Well we were actually having one of those rare 'quality bonding' moments when one of the characters in the movie happened to say her name, Delila. So that is why we are here, pinned up against the wall waiting for impact.

My eyes closed, heavy with tears and pain. My ears were clouded with all of the degrading names, and reasons for his hatred. He was breathing heavily in my face and for a moment, his eyes softened and I thought that the worst wasn't going to happen. But I was suddenly prove wrong by the blunt force of his fists pounding into my face. Hit after hit, word after word, hit me like a bomb.

I fell, drowned in tears and blood. I clenched my knees and rocked back and forth. " Dad I'm so sorry" I screamed through the tears. "I'm a loser! Always was, always will be" I tried pleading with him, but the force kept coming. My bloodshot eyes stared up at his glassy ones, and he stopped. He growled and gave me one last final kick in my abdomen. "Your a fucking disgrace" he said, spitting on me. He trudged into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "More beer' I thought to myself.

When I finally heard his door close, I grasped enough courage to get up. Gasping in pain, I sat up and looked around. Shattered glass, walls, and pictures. This place was nothing but shattered memories and love, and if I didn't get out of here fast, I would become shattered. I stood up and limped toward the door, grabbing my ribs, barely breathing. I softly turned the knob and walked out. I walked away from the torrid place with my middle finger high in the air and my mouth muttering thousands of curse, obviously not giving a fuck anymore. I didn't need nor deserve this. i have done nothing for it, but whatever. Like I said before, I need no one.

I walked straight out of the apartment building and right to the subway. The best part of having a drunk as a father is that he is too stupid to realize anything, like you taking his wallet. I rode the subway all the way to Central Park, the only place that I could be alone and free, even at midnight. I entered and attempted to walk to a bench, but I breathed to deep and hurt my ribs, again. I shrieked out in pain, and small droplets of water formed at the end of my eyes. All of a sudden out of no where, I heard a voice.

" Are you okay?" I turned around to face a paled faced, dark haired boy. I stared at him for a while. analyzing him. He looked to be about my age, maybe older. Everything on him was black. His eyes, his hair, his clothes, everything but his skin and skull ring. When you first see a person like that, the first thing that should pop into your mind is fear. But I strangely got the feeling of trust.

"Not really" I said, breathing heavily

"What happened?" He stared at me, probably noticing the blood and bruises. Who wouldn't? My heart sank. My mind, by force, began to re-live the earlier events. The pain, the fear... it was all coming back to me. My eyes filled up with tears and i fell to my knees. My hands came up to my face and I began to sob. I felt like an idiot. Crying in front of a stranger who just asked me a simple question. How dumb.

I peered through my fingers and saw two black military boots step in front of me. Mr. Goth Boy crouched down in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. My heart raced and I wanted to run, out of fear. Instead I took a risk and picked my head up to face his. His eyes gleamed with heartbreak and pain, but laced with kindness. He had a hard, bad boy exterior, but I could tell he was soft on the inside.

" Wh-Why are you being so... different?"

He crumpled his face and shot me a confused look. "What do you mean by that?" He took his hands off my shoulders and helped me up. I grumbled. Once again, stupid, stupid me. I always had tom mess everything up. Now he probably thinks I'm some sort of bitch. I coughed. As I began to speak, he was still glaring at me.

" Uhh... well your in the middle of Central Park at like midnight, helping out some damaged, crying girl you don't even know."

He chuckled and grinned, which looked like he hasn't done in a while. " I was just trying to do my good deed for th-" All of a sudden, I heard a growl. Goth Boy's grin dissipated and his eyes glared.

Again the sound came. My pulse began to grow faster again. I looked around us, expecting to see a cat having a really bad day, but instead I was confronted by a pair of red glowing eyes that belonged to a huge black dog. Goth Boy grabbed my shoulders and stood in front of me. He didn't even look scared or phased by the beast, but instead he looked... deathly. He quickly turned to me.

"What do you see?"

I didn't know what to say. Was I dreaming? "Ummm... evil Clifford?"

Grinning, he stepped closer to the dog and drew a sword. I backed away. What freak carries a sword around New York City? Clifford snarled and tried to bite Gothy, but he moved out of the way just in time. Goth Boy swung his sword, piercing the skin of the mutt. It whimpered then growled, gaining anger. It took it's giant paw and flung it into Gothy, which sent him flying into the bushes on the opposite end of the park. I screamed, concerned for my new friend, and for my life.

My concerns were interrupted by a deathly snarl from Clifford. " UH... good boy? Your fur looks gor-" The beast pounced on me, knocking my over. The dogs paws were on top of my limbs, crushing me. I shook violently. "UGH. GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed, struggling to get from underneath. The dog grew angry with me and began slashing my pale skin with it's teeth, ignoring my screams of terror. Clifford was about to come down again, perhaps this time for the kill, when it whimpered in pain and crumbled to dust. My eyes bulged, half from shock, half from unbelievable pain. I was hurt, and most of all confused. Goth Boy stood at the end of my feet, clutching his sword. He grasped my hands and pulled me up.

"You ok?" I stared at him. Was he insane?"

"Y-Yee-Yeah...I li-like gashes."

The world became hazy and dim. I was losing alot of blood, fast. Goth Boy obviously knew. He put his arm around me. "C'mon, lets get yo-"

"NOOO.." I screamed. " I- I mean I can't! I'll get in tro-trouble" Even through the haziness, I could still tell reality. He picked me up bridal style and whispered "I'm not bringing you there...promise. Your different too"

I was about to speak but by eyes became clouded with darkness. I was dying and I knew it. So I decided to let whatever is gonna happen to me happen. Its not like it will be a future problem...

FIN :) I feel so accomplished. I will update as soon as possible, probably Friday night or Saturday. I gots them damn regents the next to days...mood killer :'(. Review! Please 3 They make my day :*