Hello people, I am back and weird as ever! Percy and Annabeth are teenagers in this one. Think 14 or 15, i haven't read the books in a while so I can't remember a lot so i may be incorrect. If i get anything wrong, just remember this is FANfiction, i don't own anything and this is MY version of it. This story happens sometime after TTC and before TBOL, enjoy.

Perseus Allen Jackson was not a happy camper at the moment. He and his best friend, Annabeth were conned into cleaning out his mother's attic.

Now don't get it wrong, Percy loved his mother more than immorality or fresh blue pancakes right out the stove, but he hated cleaning the attic. All types of old junk filled the space and gave him reminders of things he rather forget.

Boxes of unpacked items, old toys or books from his childhood, and trash sat on the floor. Both demigods had two garbage bags in hand and were picking up trash along with sorting out stuff to give away and keep.

"Seaweed Brain, come here for a sec" Annabeth called for across the room. Percy walked through loose papers, old childhood toys and wished he was smart enough to wear shoes instead of his old socks with a hole in the bottom.

Oh Gods, please let that me a soggy, moist cheerio and not...something else.

"What's up?" Percy said while glaring at Annabeth's sneakers. Why didn't I bring some?

"Because you're an idiot" Percy didn't bother asking how she knew, it was like she had ESP or something "I'm pleased you think that but you just suck at hiding your emotions."

Percy sighed "What do you want Wise Girl?"

Annabeth narrowed her owl-like eyes at him "I found some old letters I think you may want" And with that handed him about three, dusty letters with messy childlike handwriting on them.

Percy took one glance at the first letter on the sack and his eyes winded. "Um, Thanks." And not-so subtly tried to put it in his pocket.

Annabeth shrugged "It fine most demigods write letters to their immortal parents when they're young" She chuckled "In fact, I used to send mom sketches of buildings and pictures of places I wanted to go someday." They left the topic at that and continued cleaning out the attic until it could to an aspect be called clean.

Well, clean for a homeless person but that's not important.

After receiving blueberry muffins (Which were dyed blue) Annabeth went her way back to Camp Half-Blood (There was no way she was going back to her father's house.) Sally began cleaning up the kitchen as Percy ran off to his room.

When he was finally behind the white door (His mother said if he painted the door blue, she would be confused between the walls or his room) and locked it tight, he sat on his bed and removed the letters out his pocket.

On the first envelope To Dady from Perceses Jakson was scribed on the top. A drawing of a stick figure father and son were drawn on the back and while the picture was bad, you could see the two stick-figures had wild black hair and big green eyes. Percy tore open the envelope and began to read:

Daer Dady,

Momy is hleipng me wirte tihs ltter. I am in Pre-K and hvae green eyes and blcak hair. I am 4 yreas old. I have a setp-fahter nmaed Smlley Gabe. He is stniky and says bad thnigs abuot Momy and me. He also called me a no-good batsard. Whats a batsard? I cna't wirte rihgt becuase i have dyslexia. I just wnated to say i love you and wsih you wuold come home. Plaese come home.

Love Percy.

P.S Momy wrtoe the big word dyaslxeia and she miss you too.

Percy felt tears clouding his eyes ,but refused to let them fall and instead ripped the letter to pieces on his bed. This was the past he wanted to forget but first he needed to face it. He grabbed the second letter and ripped it open:

Dear Daddy,

I improved on my wirting! Mommy doesn't have to help me anymore! I can now wirte somethings but I still get confused often. I have deicided that when I see you again i'll give you all the letters I have wrote so that you can see what life was like for me. I am now 7 years old and Smelly Gabe is still a jerk. He calls Mommy bad names and last week I caught him slapping her and making her do a weird thing in their bedroom, it was like they were wrestling but Mommy was losing badly so she had briuses and scars on her. I rmemeber when his poker buddies came he pulled Mommy in his lap and called her names like Hore and Bitch (I got the spelling from a doggy book, did you konw girl dogs are called bitch?). Whenever I ask Mommy about it, she tells me not to wori but I still do cause Gabe was ginivg the two of us a mean look like he was planning to do the same thing he did to Mommy to me. I'm scared Daddy, plaese come home soon.

Love Percy

At this point Percy was close to breaking down but he didn't. He needed to face this, he couldn't stand to be scared anymore. The man was dead for Gods' sake! He was tired of flinching at the name or freaking out whenever he saw a beer bottle or someone playing a poker game. He had to conquer this fear.

"Okay, only one letter left." Hesitantly he grabbed the third envelope, in messy scrawl was Perseus Jackson 6748 Warren County Manhattan, NY. There was no other words on the letter to hint it was to go to someone else. It seemed like one of thoses practice letters teachers would ask their students to do for extra-credit.

To Daddy,

I don't know why I even do this anymore ,after all this time I know you're never going to respond. Maybe because I want to hold on to that hope that maybe the guy who imapregented my mother did care and love the two of us. Or maybe I want to hand these to you one day and watch the expression on your face when you realize you abandoned your own flesh and blood. But even I know that's stupid, I'm only 10 years old and even I know no one really cares except for mom. Even so sometimes I feel like I disappoint her (I've been expelled 5 times). I haven't had the best life: I get bullied at school, and life isn't the best at home. Since I know you're never going to read these I might as well say (wirte) it aloud.

I have been tortured by my Step father on a daily basis,

I have been abused with fists, beer bottles, and words. Raped by multiple men and woman but never Smelly Gabe. He says i'm too much of a freak to touch and i'll admit i'm glad. Being forced into prostitution is better than his slimy hands touching me. I think Mom had suspicions about it but around her, Gabe didn't dare test this fact because he knew if he tried he would be dead.

The one time he punched me around mom, she pulled out a knife and almost stabbed him if he didn't duck. I don't know why you left her but you must have been an pussy to do so. This is the last time i'm writing to your worthless ass.

But I must ask: Daddy, if you knew would you even care? Would you care if you knew what Mom and I would go through?

Sincerely,

Percy

P.S I used a dictionary to spell it all correctly.

"And done" With that he ripped the letters to pieces and scooped him in his hand. After unlocking the door he ran to the fireplace and through them in the blazing fire.

"I did it." He was so happy that he conquered his fear that he didn't notice the black haired goddess in the hearth, summoning all the pieces and disappearing.

"Please tell me this is fake, Hestia." Poseidon pleaded.

Hestia didn't look at her younger brother. She knew if she looked at him, she would see all the pain in his eyes.

"Triton was right, I am a horrible father." Poseidon dropped on the floor of Hestia's temple and gripped the letters tightly "I should have checked on them or-"

"What's done is done" Hestia interrupted, she sat next to him and held his hand. "All you can do is-"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING DO!"Poseidon yelled, tears running down his face "Everything that I try to do to help ends up in failure!" Hestia pulled her brother's head to her chest and ran her fingers through his wild, black hair." Shush you water-loving bastard, I'll help you."

Poseidon stopped blubbering for a second "You'll help me?"

Hestia smiled with a warm fire in her eyes "That's what siblings are for. We help each other out." The siblings stayed in that position for a while until he decided to flash home, but before he left he took a small stop.

Poseidon observed Percy's sleeping form. The boy only had boxers and a white tee on. At first Poseidon laughed at the drooling, snoring boy wearing aquaman boxers but then he noticed scars. Scars that ran up and down his legs and arms, scars that looked too old to be from a monster attack. On the side of his neck was a long scar that ran from behind his ear to his shoulder.

Poseidon felt crying at the proof his son was mistreated but he didn't, all he did was recover the blanket over his child's body and walk out the room.

The next morning when Percy woke up, he would find a note on his table.

It wouldn't be for years later when Poseidon would drunkenly admit he read the letters would Percy knew what the words meant.

In bright blue ink written in cursive were the words Yes, I would