A/N-Omg! I am so sorry all my story followers, but I SWEAR I will get to my stories but I can't get this idea out of my head. I'll try update sometime every week until this is done then focus on my other ones.

Again, this is one of the stories that contain alot of abuse, so it might be too graphic. For anyone actually reading this, thanks so much and opinions are valued greatly. Let's get on with it!

3rd Person Pov-

Thalia and Luke walked in the hot summer night, hand-in-hand, as the setting sun beamed down upon them. Luke smiled down at his girlfriend with satisfaction.

"Are you excited for tonight, babe?" He asked, squeezing her hand as they stopped in place. "A birthday only comes once a year."

She looked up into Luke's bright blue eyes, those eyes that could change her mind instantly, the same eyes that held so much trickery in them.

"Of course I'm excited, but Luke, it's nothing special." She replied, smiling timidly.

He chuckled under his breath; a smirk creeping onto his face. "So suddenly, the day of your birth isn't important, huh?"

"It's just another day. You didn't need to take me out to some fancy restaurant and all." Thalia said humbly as her boyfriend laughed.

"Seventeen is entirely worth the celebration, Thalia. You're my beautiful girlfriend and you deserve to be treated.

She smiled and chuckled uncomfortably, "I don't deserve it, but thank you anyway."

"You're way too modest, Thalia. I love it," He whispered as they neared Buxton's under twenty-one club, approaching the bouncer at the door.

"Two passes-one for me and one for the birthday girl." Luke smiling down at Thalia. Thalia looked down, watching the bouncer giving Luke the passes.

"Have a good night." She called, as they entered the walked through the immediate room and took a strong whiff of sweat, combined with human body odor.

Music blared across the room, making it hard to hear. "Nice place, huh!" Thalia yelled over the music.

"Yeah, a little crowed, though," He called back. "At least we can get a good dancing time in."

Thalia shrugged, examining the room full of kids overwhelming the dance floor, rocking along to the music. The bar was made up of drinkers, although the club sold non alcoholic drinks.

Thalia walked away from the crowd of people coming in, noticing Luke following her.

"Why are we over here?" He asked, laughing.

"I thought it'd be better if we got away from the crowd." Thalia replied, slightly distracted.

Across the club, she saw two boys that stood out, one of which had dark hair and a slightly shorter, dark demeanor, the other had slightly darker tousled hair that fell into his eyes, pulling off the pretty-boy look.

The shorter one wore a dark, long, trench coat and the other sported a loose fitted, blue v-neck with dark jeans.

Thalia was lost int he boys' presence, wishing that she was closer to them-suddenly feeling overly drawn to them.

"Dance with me?" Luke asked, breaking Thalia out of her daze. Suddenly all she saw was Luke's grin, she backed up, hoping he didn't see her staring the boys across the room.

"Wait, what?" She asked hazily, her attention focusing back to Luke.

He gave her a look of surprise, his blonde eyebrows starting to rise. "Are we going to dance, me and you. Like, now?" He said, becoming irritated.

"Dance? You and me? Now?" She repeated, hoping that he'd change his mind.

"Yes, That's what I'm saying." His eyes-which had been a radiant blue-darkened into something that held an intense anger, ready to unleash at a minute's notice.

"How about we just talk? For few minutes, just relax, you know?" Thalia countered, knowing that he was becoming slightly unhinged. She knew he was capable of lashing at her, if angry enough.

"Why would you want to that," He said, pulling her closer. "It's you day and you love to dance. C'mon."

Thalia gasped as his hand traveled down and squeezed her. "Okay," She breathed, agreeing out of fear.

He grinned, satisfied. "Great," Tucking an strand behind her ear, Luke lead her onto the dance floor, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Luke pulled her closer closer to him, his hands venturing downwards, pulling her in for a kiss.

Thalia pushed away from her boyfriend, touching his lips.

"Not now, Luke. Just dance." She mumbled, getting tired of Luke's constant, pushy behavior.

"That's what's we're doing, but I'd like for us to do something...more." The blonde whispered, trailing his fingers around her chin.

"No more, Luke. I'm tired." Thalia sighed, tired of pushing his hands away from her.

"I say when we're done, and we're not done," Luke growled, aggressively forcing his lips onto hers.

Thalia pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push him away, but even she knew he held more strength than her.

Digging her nails into his shoulder and pushed away. "NO." She said firmly, looking him straight in the eye.

Luke snarled, pushing her against the wall.

Thalia gulped, knowing what was coming. Just as Luke raised his hand to hit her, Thalia made a split decision to fight back.

Luke jumped back as she sunk his teeth into his arm. "What was that for, Thalia!" Luke drew back, grabbing the attention of a people-but as always, they returned their attention back to dancing.

"I don't want to dance anymore." Thalia mumbled, staring at his hard face and the veins pulsing in his dominant hand.

"You do," Luke barked, before raising his hand and colliding it with Thalia's cheek. The force shoved her violently against the wall and she clutched her cheek, gasping.

Thalia whimpered, feeling the heat rush to her cheek, stinging. "Luke," She groaned.

Her boyfriend glanced around the club, checking if anyone had seen it, when two teenage girls stopped and gave him. look of disgust, he said, "It's a little game we play-she likes it. Trust me."

The girls rolled their eyes, walking away.

Thalia took a deep breath, looking up. "Luke, move. Please."

He slowly moved away from her, giving her space. "Thals, you know I didn't mean that. I'm sorry, beautiful."

Thalia fought with herself, trying to forgive him. He's hurt her so many times, but never in public. She knew it was just going to get worse from now on.

But she cared about him and knew she was the only one.

The only one who could save him from himself.

Thalia found herself nodding, "It's okay. I forgive you."

Luke smiled his "charming" smile, the one he would so often flash after his 'tantrum' ended. "Wanna dance again?"

"Sure, I just need to use the restroom first."

Thalia got up, losing Luke in the crowd. Thalia sighed as she found the girls' bathroom empty. Leaning against a wall, the girl thought about how her birthday always went wrong.

For the most part, her birth was something she never liked to dwell. Particularity, because it was the reason her mother and her biological father separated.

As Thalia looked in the mirror, she was wondering how she would even cover up for Luke-already planning to tell another lie to her mother.

Apart from the deep gash, Thalia concealed the sight bruise easily. Shrugging, Thalia pulled herself up, getting out of the restroom.

She didn't know if it was even possible, but the club seemed to gotten more packed, swallowing Luke with the crowd.

Exhaustion swept through her as she sat down at the bar, deciding to look for her boyfriend later. A few stools down, sat the jet black haired boy, holding a glass of soda.

Thalia tried to leave, but she felt drawn to him-it was just the vibe he set off.

The boy tilted his up, chuckling. The bar was dull, the drinkers gone, so why was he laughing?

Suddenly, a blunt thought popped into her head. He laughing because he was staring at her.

She drew back, embarrassed as her cheeks flushed. The was no other way around it, the boy enchanted her, his emerald eyes that were shadowed by his dark, tousled hair.

Suddenly, he stood up taking a seat right next to Thalia.

Thalia looked down, not daring to look into his charming smile or bright eyes. He grinned and laughed more audibly when he noticed Thalia scooting away from him.

He moved right next to Thalia, surprising her as she fell back. Before she could collide with the ground, strong hands belonging to the unknown boy gently set her her back in her seat.

She felt his hot breath as he smiled, looking straight ahead.

Thalia's heart was pounding-not just from almost falling, but from being so close to him.

At the moment, the boy-still looking ahead-said, "Do you enjoy falling off stools, or are you just prone to getting guys to catch you?" His deep, harmonious voice smiled around his lips, looking into the girl's eyes.

"Actually, I think you're mistaken. I slipped because you were invading my personal space."

"Was I invading your space? You seemed to like it, though." His voice was seductive, and edgy, pulling Thalia into yet another blush.

"Yes, you were. And don't even think for a second, that I liked it." Thalia partially lied, she did sort of like how close he was.

"I think you did, but it's your space. Sorry." He said sweetly, a relief from the harsh tone Luke and Gabe used so often on her.

Thalia nodded, forgiving him.

"The name's Percy." He said, shyly extending his hand.

"Thalia." The girl grasped his hand, letting go after a quick shake.

After a moment silence, he said, "You're quirky-in a good way, of course. Want me to let you in on a little secret, though?"

"Sure, since you obviously pointed out that I'm quirky."

The boy-Percy-smiled. "Don't let a guy distract you. Ever."

"Thanks for the tip, Percy." She mumbled, shying away as his eyes met hers.

"Welcome, stool girl." Percy got up, dusted his jeans, and winked at her as he left. "See you around!" He called, disappearing into the sea of people.

Thalia felt warm and happy, his grin actually making her day. Just like Percy, the warmth and joy faded, replaced by the cold breath she knew too well.

Luke.

"I think we need to talk, beautiful." His tone was dark and cold.

Thalia breathed silently, she knew what he was capable of and by the looks of it, it wasn't going to end well for her.

A/N- So yeah...intense. There are no demigods or gods or anything. Please review and thanks for reading!