I had the idea for this story whilst I was at my friends; me being the weirdo I am I started smiling like a retard and flicking my hands around the place. There isn't much to say about the origin of this story, it was just one if those things that just pops into your head. So enjoy.

Chapter 1

Annabeth

"Shut up Jackson, like you could do much better!" I yelled

Percy Jackson, the cockiest person you'll ever meet, smirked "No I couldn't, but at least I get top marks." he said gets closer until he was whispering in my ear.

Fuming, I pushed him away from me. Hard. He fell, unable to regain his balance and landed quite painfully looking on his ass.

"Your dead Chase." he growled.

I grinned and sped off down the hallway, with Jackson hot on my tail.

"Get out the way!" I hollered speeding up "Jackson's on one again."

The other kids in the orphanage pressed themselves against the wall, but rolled their eyes. If this sort of thing didn't happen everyday, something was wrong.

"Getting slower Jackson, how sad being outrun by a girl." I taunted

"Oh it would be sad Chase, but you don't count. I don't think you're quite human." he retorted

I threw my head back and laughed. Just as I was about to shoot through the back door, everyone heard the lock in the front door click. Jackson and I stopped dead in our tracks, the other children ran to a bucket and started scrubbing the walls. You see the 3 carers weren't exactly the nicest people, heck who am I kidding, they were the worst. If you weren't cleaning something you'd get a beating, exceptions to meal times. When you misbehaved you got a beating, and if...you know what, let's be honest here, they beat a child for everything. And that's not even the worst part, the two male carers took any kid they wanted, when they wanted, and...used them for their own pleasure. Not the best environment to grow up in, Jackson and I were the oldest of the bunch. Neither of us had been...used. Yet.

My eyes widened and I stared at Jackson. His own orbs darted around, he grabbed my wrist and pulled over to the last bucket. If only I hadn't tripped on the way, Gabe, the main carer, and the others rounded the corner. When Gabe saw that I wasn't cleaning, his nostrils flared and fire swirled in his eyes. My stomach knotted itself in intricate knots. Gabe pulled me up by my shirt and struck my jaw, I stumbled back. Jackson winced from the safety of his wall, I could tell he wanted to help, he might not like me but he despised Gabe.

"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, SLUT!"

I whimpered as Gabe gripped a chunk of my hair and yanked me to my feet again. He just held me there, while he observed me.

"I haven't popped your cherry yet, have I?" he said so only I could hear.

I gulped.

"ANSWER ME!"

"N-No." I sobbed.

A cruel smile graced Gabe's lips, he turned to Taylor.

"Looks like we'll be having fun tonight, ay Taylor?"

Taylor cackled, the smell of cigarettes unbearable.

"She's a nice one aswell, can't think why you haven't taken her before." Ellie called behind the guys.

"Clean Slut, and maybe we won't be too rough tonight." Gabe threw me to the floor.

I bit my tongue, stopping the cry of pain from escaping, the carers carried their liqour upstairs with them. When I heard the bedroom door slam shut I let the tears fall. Sobs wracked my body. Jackson slowly made his way towards me, he rubbed my shoulder. What I did next surprised both if us, but we didn't reject it, I needed it. I hugged him and buried my face in his chest, he was frozen for a few seconds, then responded by rubbing my back.

"I'm sorry."

"I-It's not your fault." I stuttered

He grimaced "I know."

I scrubbed the wall as hard as humanly possible, determined to remove the beer ,and other stains that I don't even want to think about, from the wall in the livingroom. Soon, someone's hand grabbed mine, bringing my work to a halt.

"Stop." Jackson said softly.

I let my hand drop.

"Look."

Exhausted, I did what Jackson told me. My hands were swolen and red, little spots of blood were on my knuckles where the skin had cracked.

"Sit down and let me do the rest."

Feeling dead, I sat on the repugnant carpet.

"Why are you doing this, you hate me?" I asked in a feeble voice.

He sighed "I don't hate you, you just bug me." he answered

My head started to loll on my shoulders and my eyes gradually closed, before I knew it I was in the one place where I could be happy again, even if it was an illusion. That's what I got, because I knew that when I woke up that my nightmare would start.

Voila. What do you think, let me know if I should carry on.

Love you guys~ Raspberrie Kisses