Percy lay silent in the corner, the bruises began to form on his chest, and
the cut above his eye spilled blood on to his pale skin. He closed his eyes
tightly and began to cry, the salty tears dripping from his cheeks stung
the split in his lip. The stinging of is the throbbing pain of his ribs
radiating through out his body over powered lip. The confines of the corner
began to take a toll on his shattered figure. He waited 'til he heard the
footsteps leave the room, then held on to a near by counter to support him
as he tried to move from his submissive state.
Once he got to his feet Percy was slammed against the wall "Did I say you could get up?" a harsh voice hissed in to his ear, and that could be the voice of non-other then Marcus Flint, Percy's long time abuser. A submissive whimper was all Percy had the strength to answer with. "That's what I thought, now do I need to teach you another lesson?" Marcus hissed. Percy just stared blankly at Marcus, which wasn't the right answer because Marcus' fist came in contact with Percy's rib cage causing Percy to cry out in pain.
After a few blows from Marcus Percy began to slip in and out of reality, He tried to remember the first time he felt afraid of Marcus. He couldn't seem to conjure up the image; he could though remember how Flint made him feel when they had been in school. The only time he felt safe was when Marcus and him were together, but now Percy was afraid to wake up in the morning, all he thought about was did I do something last night to make him angry. The answer was usually yes, Marcus would bet him to a withering state then leave him to tend to himself then leave for the Ministry Of Magic.
Few hours later Percy woke up with a pounding headache, opened his eyes and stared helplessly at the ceiling. How could he have let this get to where it was now, Percy thought a he swung his feet over the bed and walked to the bathroom. He looked at him self in the mirror; the bruises were well developed and dried blood laid scattered around his face. He just stood there starring at his worthless appearance, he had to get out he had to get a way from Marcus and he knew right where her would go. So he got dressed, packed all his belongings and left the place he had called home and hell for the past 4 years.
A cab ride later Percy was standing in front of a door he hadn't seen for three years. He cautiously knocked on the door, and waited that's all he could do he wasn't going back to Marcus he just couldn't. All his emotions started to build up inside him and when the door opened and her saw Oliver standing there He broke down and started sobbing. Oliver still being a little shook grabbed the sobbing boy and led him in to the apartment. Oliver made his way to the couch and sat there in silent as he held the quivering form of is friend. They stayed like that all night and before Percy fell in to a much-needed slumber he felt for the first time in four years safe.
Once he got to his feet Percy was slammed against the wall "Did I say you could get up?" a harsh voice hissed in to his ear, and that could be the voice of non-other then Marcus Flint, Percy's long time abuser. A submissive whimper was all Percy had the strength to answer with. "That's what I thought, now do I need to teach you another lesson?" Marcus hissed. Percy just stared blankly at Marcus, which wasn't the right answer because Marcus' fist came in contact with Percy's rib cage causing Percy to cry out in pain.
After a few blows from Marcus Percy began to slip in and out of reality, He tried to remember the first time he felt afraid of Marcus. He couldn't seem to conjure up the image; he could though remember how Flint made him feel when they had been in school. The only time he felt safe was when Marcus and him were together, but now Percy was afraid to wake up in the morning, all he thought about was did I do something last night to make him angry. The answer was usually yes, Marcus would bet him to a withering state then leave him to tend to himself then leave for the Ministry Of Magic.
Few hours later Percy woke up with a pounding headache, opened his eyes and stared helplessly at the ceiling. How could he have let this get to where it was now, Percy thought a he swung his feet over the bed and walked to the bathroom. He looked at him self in the mirror; the bruises were well developed and dried blood laid scattered around his face. He just stood there starring at his worthless appearance, he had to get out he had to get a way from Marcus and he knew right where her would go. So he got dressed, packed all his belongings and left the place he had called home and hell for the past 4 years.
A cab ride later Percy was standing in front of a door he hadn't seen for three years. He cautiously knocked on the door, and waited that's all he could do he wasn't going back to Marcus he just couldn't. All his emotions started to build up inside him and when the door opened and her saw Oliver standing there He broke down and started sobbing. Oliver still being a little shook grabbed the sobbing boy and led him in to the apartment. Oliver made his way to the couch and sat there in silent as he held the quivering form of is friend. They stayed like that all night and before Percy fell in to a much-needed slumber he felt for the first time in four years safe.