TEARS OF THE PAST…DETERMINE THE JOYS OF THE FUTURE
She cast a despondent look at the clock and withheld a weary sigh as she saw the analog clock strike twelve, indicating that it was midnight… and her husband wasn't home yet.
The curvy red head couldn't help but wonder how her life had gone from normal, to fairly abnormal before taking a nose dive descent into absolute hell… for her at least.
Rachel Elizabeth Dare, former oracle of Apollo and present wife of Perseus (Percy) Jackson son of Poseidon and hero of Olympus… as well as a long list of personal achievements which she had either lost track of or forgotten entirely…
… And she was an artist… she wasn't supposed to forget even the tiniest of details.
But that was besides the point, the beautiful looking red head looked at a long gash on her fore arm and visibly flinched as she remembered exactly how she got that injury. She swallowed thickly and suddenly wasn't so eager for him to get back from wherever it was he went to, and she had zero doubts in her mind that it wasn't a bar.
She hurriedly got on her feet and scrambled to the bedroom to get to the bed, at least he wouldn't bother her if she was asleep.
That plan was immediately truncated once the door was swung open violently making her heart sink with fear and her very self freeze up due to said fear.
"Sooo, am I going to get a welcome home kiss from my wife" his voice drawled out making her flinch back as if expecting to be struck, she wringed her fingers nervously, "Y… you're back…" she fumbled on her own words making him raise a brow at her.
"I didn't know that words could trip over themselves" he deadpanned dryly.
Her face turned red in both embarrassment and fear, "I… I'll go to bed now" she mumbled hurriedly before attempting to scurry off into the safety of her own room…
… that is before his palm clamped down on her shoulder and she froze up in fear.
"What's the rush darling, it's still a little too early to hit the hay don't you think? Besides…" his voice dropped an octave, "… I have a certain itch that needs to be itched right away, you wouldn't mind helping your darling husband, would you?"
Her fear intensified and she whimpered, "I… I'm tired Percy" she pleaded tearfully… only to be rewarded by a thunderous slap that sent her to the floor with a thud.
"I'm fucking sick and tired of your BS you whiny red haired slut!" he snarled at her before delivering a vicious kick to her ribs which made her scream in agony as she felt a few ribs snap at the sheer strength of his kick.
H e pulled her up by the hair and pulled her close to his face, "Now you're going to fucking submit to my wishes you slut of a wife, got that darling?" he whispered in a deathly quiet whisper.
His only response was a barely audible whimper.
With a satisfied grin, he dragged her to their bedroom and shut the door…
… her screams of pain and despair echoed through out most of the night.
AN: O_O well… that was dark, I guess… anywho this is a very short side project of mine that will be updated whenever I'm too lazy to write the others, why?... cuz the word count's less that's why! Feel free to review… I guess.