Hey guys, this is Blair again. I'm really sorry about not updating on my other fanfic Gone, but I'm seriously stuck with that one. For now, enjoy this fanfic, Waiting for Superman. J Before I start, I want to let you know a few things about this story. I have posted it on Alexis and I's IG account, we_live_to_read, but if you want to find it on IG this month, it's frozen_in_our_chilly_chapters for our winter username. Under IG, the title was You'll Miss Me, but I've changed it on here because I was inspired by the song Waiting for Superman when thinking about it. It's also under the IG hashtag youllmissmefanfic. Okay, sorry I kept you so long, and I seriously love you if you read these author notes because I know sometimes I want to just scroll through and start the dam fanfic. xD Okay, sorry I held you up, without further ado...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson books, I am not Rick Riordan. xD I wish I did though.
~ Blair
Chapter 1
Annabeth's POV
"Luke! Stop! Please!" I scream as he creeps closer to me. I can see the balls of flaming anger in his eyes.
"I saw the way you looked at him!" he yells, inches away from my face.
"I looked at him in disgust! Nothing other than that!" I plead with tears streaming down my face.
He grabs onto my wrist and shoves me backwards, ramming me into the wall. I feel a sudden burst of pain radiating throughout my spine. Before my brain can process what he's doing, I feel a burning sensation across my cheek and warm liquid oozing from my nose. His grip gets tighter around my arm and he wrenches it to the side. I screech in pain and crumple to the ground. My vision starts to dim when I feel extreme pain in my side. I look over to see him yank his foot back, and he kicks me again. I yelp and he crouches next to me.
"Never look at him like that ever again," he snarls in my face. And then everything went black.
FLASHBACK
9:00 AM THAT MORNING
I rush down the school hallway to my first class, Greek Mythology with Mr. Brunner. It was our first week of school and he told us we were going to have a large project to get to know our classmates. As I sit down, the bell rings. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Good morning,class," Mr. Brunner says as he rolls into class, sitting comfortably in his wheelchair with a blanket over his lap. "Today you will be recieving your partners for the project."
I quickly glance over at Luke, who smirks at me. starts calling out pairs, and I cross my fingers, hoping to be paired with Luke. Otherwise, he'll be more than upset.
"Luke Castellan and Thalia Grace."
My heart sinks. Who will I be paired with then?
"Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase," finishes.
Crap. This is not good. I glance first at Luke, who glares at me, then at Percy. Percy doesn't look happy at all, but he forces a smile my way. I stare daggers at him and turn away. How could this happen? Luke would kill me. Percy and Luke were already rivals. When I first came here last year, Percy and his friends had his eyes on me. I was not about to start developing feelings for the most popular guy in school, the jock and captain of the swim team. I was just the new girl who grew to be known as the weird, shy, smartest girl in school. Why would I have anything to do with him? Luke was nice and caring when I met him. Captain of the football team, he was rivals with Percy, the second most popular guy in school. He seemed less obnoxious than Percy and his group of friends were just as popular. I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved with him, but I felt for him anyway, and now, I'm stuck with him. After we started dating, he became protective and mean. Rude, arrogant, selfish, everything a bad boyfriend could be. Not to mention the fact that he hits me. Now that I have to work with Percy, what would Luke think? What would he do? Shivers go through me as I think of all the possibilities, none of them good.
Mr. Brunner begins explaining what we're supposed to do for the project. Something about interviewing our partners and writing out an essay on the things we did and learned about each other. My mind is elsewhere, though.
4:00 PM THAT AFTERNOON
"Hey, baby. How 'bout we go to my apartment? We can go watch a movie or something like that," Luke smiles at me and corners me behind the school at the end of the day. I know this is dangerous and my mind races for an excuse.
"Actually, Luke, I have a lot of homework to catch up on. Maybe tomorrow–" I begin, but he cuts me off.
"Come on, it'll be fun," he says, closing in on me. He makes sure to put venom and demand in his voice, and I give in, afraid.
"S-sure, let's go."
He takes my hand and we start walking to his apartment, where he lives alone. He leads me into his room and I know this won't end well. Fear buzzes through me like a blinking alarm, but I can't do anything. I am cornered.
END OF FLASHBACK
I wake up sore and in blazing hot pain, my vision blurry. I turn my head slightly to the side, trying to figure out where I am. When my vision clears, I see the familiar layout of Luke's bedroom and my heart leaps in panic.
I have to get out of here.
I look around, trying to figure out where Luke is. If he isn't here, it will be easier for me to escape. I wouldn't be surprised if I see him just standing in his room, staring at me, enjoying my pain.
I realize the room is empty of people except for me, and I take a quick second to slow my heartbeat down. I take in my surroundings, the tousled covers hanging halfway off the bed that loom above me, the little bit of light that seeps in through Luke's curtains, the open window, and Luke's clothes that are strewn across the floor.
I slowly sit up, pressing my weight on my arms to lift myself up, and throbbing pain shoots through my entire body. Dizziness passes through me in waves, and I cry out softly. I ignore it all, knowing I must get out of here. I stand up, tiptoe to the window, and look out. The ground isn't too far below. I'm sure I can jump, I've done it before, just not in this bad of a situation. I contemplate jumping out when I hear footsteps coming from outside Luke's room. In tearing panic, I quickly climb out the window without a second thought, hold onto the ledge for a second, then let go, gravity handling the rest and pulling me towards the ground. I land with a loud thump, and it takes all my willpower not to scream. I scramble to my feet despite the pain and start running.
I finally make it to my house and slip in through the back door to find silence awaiting me. It scares me, but I guess when you have a boyfriend who hits and threatens you, silence and emptiness is a time where you think the worst. Like if he will sneak up on you, ready to feast on the glory of giving pain.
I have no sense of time right now, so I don't know where my parents or Matthew and Bobby are. All I know is that they can't see me like this. I tiptoe through the kitchen to see the time on the microwave, 7:30 AM. My step-mother, Susan, has left with Matthew and Bobby by now so they can get to school, and father has left for work by now as well. I scale the steps and slip into my room, locking the door behind me. I go into the bathroom with my eyes shut tightly, afraid to look at my appearance, at his marks, at my bruises.
How will I hide them today?
Somehow, I manage to find the courage to take a peek. Peeling my eyes open, I look in the mirror and see a large, purple bruise across my cheek. My nose is swollen and red. My wrists have dark purple bruises wrapped around them, and tears spring up in my eyes. My hair is disheveled, a knotted mess. I quickly slip off my shirt and turn around to see the pinkish red bruise along my spine. There's also purple flames that dance across my right side, from where Luke kicked me multiple times yesterday, where there is the most pain at this moment. Tears spill out of my eyes, running down my cheeks as I think about what he does to me.
I don't understand how he has gotten so far with it, and how I have let him go so far. But then, what can I really do? If I tell someone, he'll only hurt me more. Even the slightest, small things he doesn't like gets me beat up. And I have no control over it. All I can do is hide.
Hide. Just hide.
I pull out my makeup case and wash my face, rubbing the dry blood off and waking myself up. I don't enjoy makeup, but it's mandatory to hide the bruises that show on my face. His marks. The marks that will scar me forever. That I can never forget, that I never will be able to forget.
I start to brush foundation across my face, my bruise on my cheek, my nose. I can't do anything about the swelling, but I can hide the color if I put enough on. I apply some light blush afterwards, just to even out my skin tone. My eyes are alright, not swollen, nothing wrong, I can see fine. I put on simple mascara. I brush my teeth, then put on light lip gloss to even it all out, and in the end, you can barely see my wounds. All that's unusual is the swelling.
I walk back into my room and change into jeans and a t-shirt, then slip my long sleeve sweatshirt on, hiding the bruises on my wrists. I have to be careful about those. One slip of my sleeve and anyone can notice. I brush my blonde mess and leave it down so it hides my face. I grab my backpack and slip out of my bedroom, down the steps, and out the door. No point in eating. I feel too sick to eat, but then again, that's how I always feel now.
Today I don't have any classes with Luke, thank goodness. But I have a few classes with Percy, and two with Thalia. I'll just have to ignore them. In the beginning of the year, when I first got here, I thought Thalia and I would make good friends, but apparently she isn't interested in that idea. So I'm basically alone. Which I'm fine with, don't get me wrong. But I need someone to talk to about Luke. There's only one person I can trust with that secret, Piper, but even some things I don't feel safe enough telling. If I don't get it out soon, I think I might die.
My first class is Math, who I of course, have with Percy. I walk into class just as the bell rings, my head down.
"How nice of you to show, Annabeth," Mrs. Dodds, my math teacher, says, venom dripping in her voice. "Since you're late, the last seat is in the back, next to . Go ahead and take it."
Oh, great.
Hope you liked the chapter! Extra long (trust me, the pain of typing), just for you guys to make up for the short idiotic chapters of Gone. Please read and review! I love getting feedback and any suggestions on fixing or adding in something is appreciated. People aren't perfect though, so we make mistakes, so please no hate. Thank you!
- Blair