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I hadn't really waited for the rest of that day to go to hell after that. After all? After having suffered a few large cracks to my ribs, dislocating my arm and having half my face marked up, how could it have gotten much worse?

I was stupid not to realize that it could always get worse.

I had let my mother take me to school, bless her, she really was trying, she always did. She always tried to do the best that she could for me as a mother. She was always kind and caring, she always was happy for me to sit down and to talk to her. Whenever I cried she would always come and sit with me, especially after the sessions that my father inflicted onto me.

Which is why I felt a little bit guilty as I had watched her car vanish off into the horizon of my sight and then taken off running towards the park.

Well you know what? It had been a shitty birthday start so far. I had gotten my birthday beatings off my father, (luckily he had forgotten otherwise he would have made sure that those weren't just simply cracks). My mother had forgotten in her exhaustion and her rush to get to work, which had left pretty much nearly just me to remember...

Nearly being the correct word.

I slowly woke and groaned as I did so when I heard my phone going off but was soon comforted in the fact I felt a strong arm around me, just as I often did whenever I found the simple time to break away from my home and come here to the park. An endless beautiful acre of row after row of trees. All gorgeous and astounding to the eye. A row of large and steep hills, with towering soldiers of great oak trees. It was like I was their prince and they were my guard to block the rest of the world away from me and my exhaustion.

I had loved coming to the Lickey Hills since I was a kid. The creeks and the rivers had been a way to reprieve myself from the taunting and constant reminders of the world with I loathed outside of their cover. The ground was a soft bed always of fine emerald blades, it was like a feather comfort beneath me. The sunlight was like a warm comfort to chase away any faint chill which resided in my bones from the heavy blanket of snow around us. The branches of the great canvas that was green leafs and soft pink cherry blossom swayed ever so slightly above me sprinkling us with not only the essence of winter in a soft beautiful shower of sparkling white, but also reminding us of the defiance of the beauty which flourished still, and oh, the sweetness of the air.

"Its okay Pegs." A voice whispered softly to me as my eyes began to blearily blink open. They were still tainted with sleep but I was still comforted as a gentle smile was passed down to me, while a secure and gentle hand stroked my cheek with infinite love and tender care. His fingers wondered through my golden hair while I was hypnotized in my awakening by staring as his hazel nut soft, short cut one. His skin was soft and peachy toned, more what was expected, like mine. His eyes were puppy dog brown, so soft and caring. They were always full of so much love and caring, it made me feel as though for once I was actually human. That I wasn't just some beast that was meant to be beaten every day and crushed.

He was toned like most expected people in our school who was into sports. He was strong in his arms while I was like a weed. He was strong and yet well toned and sculpted, he was handsome, so much so that he could have had his pick of absolutely anyone. He was the dreamed prince charming, with a smile that could warm even the coldest and most scarred heart. His chin was like it had been sculpted specifically just by an angel.

And of all the people he could have been with... this fairy tale prince, this angel, he had chosen to be my hero. He had decided to spend his time trying to save me. He was my prince and I was his damsel... though if anyone else ever tried to say that or would try to refer to me as a damsel, he would knock their lights out, even after the numerous amount of times that I had told him that I just ignore them anyway.

Just like some kind of fairy tale prince, every time he says he will stand up for my honor, even if I believe that I have none.

I looked up to see Percy's face, although those eyes are so full of blinding love towards me, I still see worry etched in them as I tremble faintly. I take shallow breath's unable to inhale air too deeply for my chest keeps catching on my shirt, even the light constriction of the shirt makes me want to cry from the ceaseless pain that feels like hot magma in my chest. I guess the make up on my face must have come off some what because my eye is still throbbing and half closed, it could look like I'm just very tired but Percy knows my story well enough to know that's only partially the reason.

I look like hell and he looks like heaven.

Ironic, considering what was coming later on that evening.

"Bad dreams?" He asks me in that deep but as ever gentle voice which makes me feel secure, just like the hold of his embrace.
"I'm not sure." I frowned slightly as I tried remembering it but it seemed to be slipping away. I shook my head before I looked at my phone, and let out a small sigh of exasperation. "Isabella texted me."

I feel his arm tense right away.

Isabella a girl in our school who seemed to be obsessed with trying to make me fall in love with her. What had started out a harmless crush when we were just kids, had turned out to be a weird and unhealthy obsession the more that we grew up. I don't know exactly what it was about me that actually interested her, because believe me, there was certainly no girl alive that would ever have me interested in them. But as we had gotten older she had been more forth coming, trying to get me to date her, to spend time with her, and eventually now, threatening me with telling my father that I was gay, though she only insisted that I was confused and being lead down a path I shouldn't.

It was more of a matter of keeping her happy enough that my father wouldn't kill me.

If I went against anything that she said, then she would just give that knowing smile... Which meant that I knew my father was going to get an anonymous tip off that night about something I had done.

So yeah, this was probably just another reason why I really didn't get on with a lot of people. Guys could be dicks and girls could be bitches... and me? I fell into the category of being an antisocial outcast who hated most...

My heart only truly seemed to beat for one person any more.

But back to the point, I frowned as I read the text and rubbed my forehead to try and clear it of the approaching headache. "really sorry horsey but just can't make it tonight. Maybe tomorrow? I'll pop around to celebrate your birthday with you x"- Bella

I groaned as I tucked my head into the crook of his elbow, "Isabella cancelled, which means my moms gonna be annoyed, even more so, since she spent the whole day planning on cooking my favorite meal, which means Isabella will definitely come tomorrow to celebrate my…" I stopped myself, trailing off into an awkward and coping silence, but Percy raised his eyebrow.
"On your what?"
"On my…" I mumbled it so quietly he couldn't hear, but he just turned my head gently to look him in the eyes and I groaned having to say it, blushing slightly under his intense eyes and the feeling of his finger crooked under my chin, while he kept me still in his embrace, a small smile teasing on the edge of his lips as he watched the answer slowly leaving my lips. "On my birthday." I muttered, looking away from him with a glistening pink glow in my cheeks.
"Why don't you like your birthday and why didn't you tell me that it was today?" He asked gently, leaning forward and placing his lips in a gentle kissing on my forehead, like a blessing, or as though he could kiss away the sting of a headache I could feel coming on.
"Because I don't like making a big deal off it." I shrugged, still unable to look into his beautiful eyes. "Also because of the reason I know who I will get a letter off." Thankfully Percy didn't push me to know why but then an idea clicked in my head.

"What if… not just you come over tomorrow for the sleep over we usually have...but also tonight?" My eyes sparkled as a smile lit up my face. Something that you have to understand I had not afforded myself in a long while. But Percy was just that sort of guy to me. He could make me smile and forget the world as I knew it. He could kiss away the pain and make a side of me come to the surface that I had never even really knew about... but he also knew, just like I did, when I smiled at him like this, he could not say no. He just narrowed his eyes but then laughed as he tapped my nose, placing a gentle kiss on my lips as the wind brushed snow past us and the blanket we had been laid out on.

He was my everything and I was his. He was my heart and I was his.

It just made what came next all the more painful.

By the time we got home I could already smell the delicious scent of food from outside. It rose and bristled out the kitchen windows with a flow of gentle mist like steam. It was intoxicating but Mom had always been an amazing cook, she should have gone into being a chef, I think she would have been one of the best that there was. But it was more than just that on this evening.

It was the fact that we both knew what day it was, not only was it the day that she knew my father went away, but as she seemed to have done at some point during the day, had realized just exactly what it was that morning that she had forgot.

"Hey mom I'm home!" I called through as I closed the door and took my coat off; I was in a slim black shirt which showed off my thin figure like my skinny dark jeans. I pulled my beanie free and shook out my hair, feeling a pair of lips gently kiss to my lip quickly and then peck at my cheek as we both knew for the small that was in front of us, we would have to pretend now like it was nothing between us, but we were just simply good friends.

Percy wore his usual type of shirts which showed off his strong muscles and just made me stare for a moment or two at him, still not understanding just exactly how he was real. Percy was intellectual, always managing to get great grades, a straight A grade student and best in our class. He was brave, fearless, confident and had a heart to always care for those around him. He was a diamond in a nest of snakes which was our class. But he had decided to shine on me.

I took his hand and pulled him through to the kitchen as my mom turned, still gently holding onto his hand just behind my back as we stood shoulder to shoulder, but his fingers playfully still danced next to mine, making a smile edge at the side of my lips as I watched my mother busying about and trying to finish setting up the table in the kitchen. "Hi baby." She said with a bright smile, though she still hadn't looked up yet. "Hello Isabella…" She said with a harsh coldness and formality, only then looking up.

Her eyes widened as she saw Percy.

Aw crap! I had forgotten to tell her!

"Uh mom, sorry I should have called, Isabella cancelled and I asked Percy." I looked at her with pleading eyes to be nice. "If he would like to come over for dinner tonight as well so all the food doesn't go to waste? I just didn't want all of your great cooking to be a complete waste. And I've always told Percy how amazingly good you are at cooking and he said he would love to try it himself."
"Absolutely." Percy chimed in with a self conscious cough, clearing his throat.

There was a moment of quiet after that where a look passed between me and my mother, then her eyes locked onto Percy. I could see just how much she was weighing him up. Looking between us, looking him over as though she seemed to be considering something... I hated it that I could read most people like an open book, but with her she always seemed to notice when I was paying just a bit too much attention.

"Sure." I could see her shocked face though she smiled, she was quickly regaining herself as she pulled a large tray of freshly baked white chocolate chip cookies out the oven. The sweet smell of the strawberries nearby added to that mixture had my stomach growling loudly and my mother laughing, insisting that I take a seat, and Percy taking the one opposite of me... slightly further away from me but close enough that her eyes could look into him and evaluate him further, while she dished up some food onto a plate for us three.

The table was dark and apparently had used to belong to my grandparents... I will honestly tell you I can make the Hunger Games, 'That is mahogany' joke a hundred times, and my mother will still crack a smile at it. The table sat at the heart of the dinning room, the chandelier light above us. It bounced the light off the cold white washed walls around us, the only sign of any warm colour other than the table was rose plant I had nearby and my sketchbook which I had filled with pictures of-

I squeaked in my throat and turned back to look at my Mom who shot me a knowing glance, before she turned her gaze back to Percy who at that moment resembled a deer caught in headlights, unsure as to what to do.

Aw shit. I internally face palmed.

"So Percy, tell me about yourself." She asked with that amazing pearly smile which she always did whenever I brought home a friend and she was going into her protective mode. Her eyes sparkled slightly to make her look more stern as she positioned herself a bit better in the light, then shot me a glance before I watched as she laced her fingers, leaning her chin onto her hands as she gave him the one smile I knew oh too particularly well.

Oh no…

"Well… I play loads of football and work out a lot. I also spend a lot of time working in mechanics." Percy coughed awkwardly, looking over at me where I was trying to give him an encouraging nod and trying to shoot my mother an absolute begging look.

"So you enjoy that type of meaningless thing?" She said casually.

MOM! I stared at her, just banging my head down on the table and groaning at knowing how this situation would slowly unfold itself now.

"Yeah, but I also know that Pegs is going to be a journalist." He smiled at me and I blushed slightly under those beautiful eyes. "There is going to be no one like him out there, he's going to set the world on fire and be the best." Percy said with such a tone of devotion that I found myself unsure at that moment, I don't even know why, but I just reached up and brushed my finger through my fringe slightly. My face was now bright red but my mother eased and smiled softly at me as though she was seeing me through his eyes, but also just nodding as though she was happy finally someone else could see what she had been trying to explain to them for so long.
"Yeah, he is isn't he." She said with immense pride and happiness, making me hint ever to slightly at the edge of my mouth with my own smile. "Did you know he is the first boy to be born in our family for over twenty five generations" She smiled.
"Seriously?" Percy looked shocked.
"Apparently our family come from ancient Greece. That's why my mother gave me the name Pegasus." I shrugged though mom looked at me as though I was some precious gift that might dissipate on the wind. "In all my mother's direct line of family, there has only actually been one other boy." I smiled timidly. I loved hearing stories about my families heritage... or at least my mother's side that is. To be only the second boy born into my family after all this time? I felt quite proud of that.
"I always wanted a boy though after the long legacy of having girls I was told not to get my hopes up too much." She turned and opened a cupboard before she pulled out a photo album- Oh CRAP! "I was looking through these, I can't believe my baby is officially thirteen today though." She beamed at me as though this was just an ordinary thing, but the fact that we were both still here? I knew that she would never be able to describe just the sheer amount of pride that she felt for that.

I shrugged, looking down timidly. I had never really been able to take much of a compliment... but then watched as she pulled out the baby photos and started showing Percy.

He started giggling when she showed him a picture of a small little me with a finger in my mouth innocently when I was dressed in my Pikachu one piece wearing the large pointed ear hat on my head, while the front of my messy hair spiked out from under it.

"You are so cute!" Percy laughed, his eyes glistening like jewels while I just banged my head on the table over and over unable to believe this. I knew what this was. This was revenge! This was revenge for me not telling her about Percy!

"You know he has the adult version now." She smiled and glanced over at me innocently.

"MOM!" I turned so red they probably would think I was a tomato, as if she had just said that! Percy just laughed but I groaned and rested my head on arms, trying to imagine if this could have been any worse or more embarrassing. Every time I did, I found it pretty hard to try and imagine just how it could have gone more embarrassingly.

After they had gone through the horrifically embarrassing photos and mom had shown the worst one: when I was in my young PJ's that were from Disney's monster Inc, they read; I'm a little monster, me and Percy washed up the dishes before we went to my room.

Percy sat back on the bed though he looked like any second a bomb was about to fall on him. "I've never been in someone else's bedroom before." He admitted and I laughed. My room was my escape, the paintings across the walls, the quotes, all of it. This was new for me too, to show someone a piece of my soul like this, but I didn't want to let onto him just how nervous I was either.

I trailed my hand along the dark sheets of the bed, tracing my finger briefly on the outline of a tree I had painted before I smiled at him. Was this really happening? Was he here, with me. My mother may have grilled him a bit like she did with everyone else, but she had looked into that sketchbook and she hadn't turned me away or Percy. We were both here.

"It's no big deal. It's just a room... just as it's only just you and me." I smiled and sat next to him for a moment, taking a second to lose myself in the beauty of his eyes before I kissed him.

He rested his head against mine and smiled, his eyes practically nearly glowing with the love that he always tried to put into words for me. "You realize your mom is in the other room don't you?" he whispered.
"You were the one who wanted to see the cute outfit didn't you?"

I pulled my shirt over my head expecting him to turn away but I turned blushing just feeling his eyes rest on my exposed skin before moving down to look at my boxers and my face burned from embarrassment.

I reached in the wardrobe and pulled out the skin tight yellow Pikachu outfit then slowly stepped into it zipping it up and I turned blushing as I held the tail in my hand. "What do you think?" I whispered, feeling incredibly awkward. I was always nervous about showing my body, the fact that it was Percy was no exception to that. In fact, it probably made me even more nervous.

"Hot." He whispered and I burst out laughing.

I expected him to join in laughing at his joke... it had been a joke right?

But as I looked at him, his face was bright red and I slowly smiled before I sat onto his lap and kissed his lips softly. No matter what ever I said about myself, he always saw the beauty in me. The one I refused to see whenever I looked in the mirror, he was my heaven in a eternity of hell.

My breath caught in my chest as I felt his hand unzip the costume and run across my exposed upper body. I pause for a minute, knowing without looking at him that he has finally taken his gaze away from my face and now examined the lines of fresh blood, the open wounds that were still healing. The thick bruises... he knew just exactly what they were from and he knew that they were my greatest shame.

It wasn't long though before his smooth touch just became even more gentle, continuing further across me like he was seeing me for the first time. I gasped, cradling my head into the crook of his neck while his fingers danced over my skin.
"Percy." I blushed and looked away embarrassed. "I'm not… I'm not ready for that. I want it to mean something special."
"Take as long as you need." He smiled, "I want this to work Pegasus, I want this to work for both of us, but that just means that we have to trust one another."
"Have you told your parents about…Us?" I ask nervously, fearing the answer.
"Pegasus… I live in a foster home. I lost my mother at birth and my father died shortly after my mother conceived me, everyone says I look like him though." I pulled him into a tight hug and could feel the tense of his muscles through his shirt. Great going Pegs, never mind a foot in the mouth situation, you have a whole freaking hoof in your mouth for slipping up!
"They would be proud of you Percy." I felt his hands move up my back. I groaned quietly as my nerves screamed with happiness at his touch, his arms wound around me before his tongue curled around mine and I bit down softly on his before it became more and more passionate, till I pulled back.

We walked out hand in hand and my mom smiled though I could see in her the deepest parts of her eyes that she was still taking time to get used to this. "Mom can Percy stay here tonight. I mean…" I turned to look at him, "If you want to that is."

"Sure." Both my mother and he said at the same time. My mother shot him a dark look as though she was eyeing him up still to be a potential threat to her baby boy. She didn't realize that Percy was the reason her baby boy was still around.

"Come on." I whispered and just when he had gone back into my room I ran over to my mom and hugged her, her eyes glistened like they always did with love at me but I couldn't help feel so happy. Things had turned out okay, they had actually gone okay!
"I love you mom." I smiled brightly.

"It's been so long since I have seen you happy like this." She smiled and hugged me before she went to her own room and closed the door. "BUT NO FUNNY BUSINESS AND IF YOU DO! USE PROTECTION!"

I only opened the door to stare at her mortified. She burst into laughter and fell back onto the couch from the look on my face and the intense red which was burning in my cheeks. "Okay, Okay. I won't say anything else! Scouts honor!" She holds up her hands in surrender, wiping away the tears which had gathered in her eyes from laughing so hard.

"You were kicked out the scouts!" I pointed out and she narrowed her eyes.
"Just go make out with your boyfriend." She teased and I winked.
You know what...I may just do that. I thought defiantly.

Percy walked out of the conjoining bathroom just in some shorts which he had been swimming in earlier that day in the river, the sight still made me blush brightly. "This was all I had." He put his arms around me, leaning forward slowly with a tentative kiss. "Is your mom okay?" He looked worriedly around as though she could see him through the walls or something but I just chuckled quietly.

"Don't worry about her." I said gently. He tilted my chin up so I was looking at him. "Besides, she falls asleep quite quickly. Something I can't promise to do when I have those teasing lips by me." I stood on my tip toes and pecked his lips. My chest was so constricted it felt as though the air was fading from me. This was how Percy made me feel! Like something old was complete whenever we were together.

Something I will genuinely never be able to explain.

"You are so beautiful." He lent in and landed his lips to mine. I pressed my ear up against my bed room door as he continued to move his lips across my neck.

I grinned as I heard my mother's bedroom door close. "And Alons-y." I turned the handle as I span us so that My legs were wrapped around his waist and our lips were crashing together. My hands roamed freely across his toned body and his smooth skin. My body was just dragging itself closer to his as it seemed like we were almost trying to bond.

Percy's hand began to slowly moved inside the one piece and stroked along my skin and It felt the most amazing thing in the world. The feeling of his hands against me was the most satisfying and brilliant feeling in the world, the pain of the beating that morning faded, only him remained. "This is perfect." I whispered softly. "This is just perfect."
"So is your kissing." Percy whispered as our lips broke apart and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride.

But just like all happiness... it had to come to an end.

"Hey." The door opened and my smile melted off my face as Isabella walked in, blindly, not caring that this was actually someone else's home. To her, this was as good as her place. She thought she owned me and everything that had a connection to me. But she had gotten in! She had managed to get in! My keys had gone missing earlier in the week, she must have been the one to take them! That was the only way to explain it! The door required a key to be opened! Even if it was closed and unlocked, you had to use a key to open it! "I'm sorry, I saw the lights were still on and I thought-"

She saw us and froze.

My heart could have stopped for everything that happened.

My mother knowing about me and Percy was one thing.

This crazy bitch... Oh god... OH GOD!

"Isabella… it's not what you think."

Silence passed between us as she just looked at me and Percy then she strode up and tried to punch him straight in the face, but I pulled him out the way just as her hand swung through the air, smashing directly into me and knocking me back a few paces. She was a bony thing. She spent most of her time starving herself so that she could look, 'beautiful'. Her hair was crimson, dyed so since she hated it's original colour. Right now she was wearing a white dress and black heels so she wasn't on her best balance. But luckily she was very weak. There was hardly an ounce of strength to her, which meant the punch didn't knock me silly, but it still stung like hell... though it was nothing compared to my father.
"You son of a bitch! You took him from me?!" She stared with deep set loathing at him. Instantly a sharp pang burst through my chest as an deep intense fire was lit alight in a unquenchable inferno.

No. It had been a perfect evening. Other than a shitty morning, it had been going perfectly. She was ruining it! She was going to ruin it! No! I was not just going to be given a taste of happiness to have it taken away!

"Isabella! Listen!"

"Why didn't you tell me he was trying to steal you again, are you hurt my baby-"

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE!" I screamed as I glared at her.

Her eye twitched slightly, however it did when she was angry.

But to be honest, I didn't give two craps!

The anger inside me had reared and now was threatening to trample anyone who dared to look at Percy the wrong way. I had put up with enough of this shit from my dad... I had enough to deal with. Now with the feeling like a scorned fire exploding through my chest, I felt myself being lost to something... pain... anger? I wasn't sure. But god it hurt.

"I thought you liked me?" She whispered through her mask of hurt... oh please Isabella! I taught you how to mask your emotions!
"You're nothing but just some stuck up psycho!" I screamed. "You're nothing to me! I took pity on you because you had no friends! But you just wanted to control me! I told you I didn't want you, but it wasn't enough for you! You wanted to lay a ownership on me! Because you're so blinded that you can't see just how wrong you are!" I roared, a hand moving to my face now as it felt like the first and anger in my chest was now soaring and screaming into my face.

The pain seared like a hot knife being slowly pushed under the flesh and into the bones. It was merciless, it was fast and it had no indication of ending any time soon

We all just stood awkwardly for a few moments. "You think I'm a monster... You're going to thank me for this one day my baby." She smiled, beginning to pull out her phone.
My heart nearly stopped again in my chest as I realized what she was doing.
"Stop!" Percy barked.
She however just put the phone to her ear and grinned darkly at Percy. "You're right... The Fag was with him. The front door is open!" She called before Isabella just shook her head and walked out the bed room door, skipping in her step.
A second passed.
I was still frozen in place with fear.
Two.
Percy ran over to me, his hand on my cheek, whispering pleads that I come back from spacing out. Pleading with me that I be okay.
Three.
I hear the front door smash open so violently, I don't doubt that it's nearly come off it's hinged.
Four.
My mother's scream of anger then turned to fear as I hear smashing followed in the living room.
Five.
I start pushing Percy towards the window, I'm crying, I'm begging him. "Run. Fucking run!" I whispered, the tears storming down my face as I hear the louder smashes coming closer and closer to my room.
"BOY!" A roar all but shakes me down to my core.
"He's in there!" Isabella chimes.

I'm pushing Percy back with all my weak strength. He's pleading to let him stay, to let him protect me from my father. My head is tearing itself apart in pain, I need him to go. He's all that I truly have left of my heart. He's all that's left. I'm not bringing him down in my crush to hell. No. I can't do it! I won't!

I'm still begging with him to run when my door slams off it's hinges and I look into the cold merciless eyes of my father.

Isabella is close at his side, her eyes hungrily locked on me.

His hands are tainted red, with fresh blood. I can't hear my mother any longer in the other room.

The fire in my head and body screams louder than ever. It shoots up and down my arms, I think I'm having a heart attack, my heart is racing so hard I can hear it in my ears. My eyes feel like they've been doused in gasoline. My skin burns. My bones feel like they're dissolving into powder under his gaze. None of his beatings have ever left me like this before! What's happening to me!

He takes a slow step forward and I'm backing towards the wall with Percy, I'm stood in front of him like a shield, trying to keep him safe from the hell approaching us. My angel, my love. I cannot let him be destroyed like me. If my father kills me right now, Percy will be free. I will keep him safe! I have to! I have to keep him safe! I have to make sure that they can't hurt him! Please! I need to protect him!

My father's cruel smile twists across his face, his eyes glowing with excitement as he approaches me faster, closing the space between us more and more quickly. "So after all the time and effort I put into you... You're a little Fag?" He asks quietly.

He has me and Percy backed against a wall.

I'm trying not to double over in agony. Oh god, the pain inside me hurts! It feels like my body is being ripped apart from the inside out! Oh god! What's happening to me!

He pulls back his fist just as I let out a scream and can finally hold back the pain in me no more.

My mother's blood on his fists paints my face as I crumple to the ground like a stack of cards. His fist made a full connection with my face, sending the world around me writhing and coiling. Nausea boils up inside of me with the fire which now blossoms into a unrestrained explosion. I scream and howl on the floor, I call out with as much of my voice as I can. I can feel my very throat bleed from such a shout that does escape me.

My father eyes me up and lands a few excessive kicks back to my chest. "You pathetic bastard, shut up! I only punched you! MAN UP! YOU FUCKING FREAK! MAN UP!"

His foot comes out to grab me but now I cough out and vomit no more blood.

My hand clamps around his ankle in a vice like grip.

He gasps.

His fist which he punched me with is trembling, I have just enough strength to stare up and hear him call out a cry of horror as a scream explodes through my body.

The fire inside me erupts and I feel like I've been engulfed. Pain washes through every cell of my body, I'm rendered nothing but a corpse of anguish and complete torment as my father staggers back, his hand clawing back to his throat, his skin turning a blistering red. He has easily ripped himself free of my grip but he now holds his hand as the skin begins to turn black, like ink has been poured into his veins.

I see Isabella staring at me with horror while my scream just rises in pitch, my hands lunging out on their own like they knew something I did not.

The moment my fingers touch his skin I hear the sickening squelch and watch the burst of black blossom under my fingertips as his veins highlight and his skin begins to tear itself violently open. His skin tone begins to blister, like he's caught in a furnace and he screams my name over and over. He shouts for me to get off. He calls me every name he can think of under the sun, then he looks into my eyes.

I didn't realize at that moment just exactly what it was he was seeing.

But later when I looked into the mirror, I finally understood.

He screamed, frothing at the mouth violently, gagging for air like he was drowning. His veins highlight over his body, I'm still bleeding from the spots where he's landed fresh blows on me but I don't care. At that moment all I can focus on is my grip shackling him to me. The torment inside of me is screaming with glee, the agony is roaring with success. Every part of me feels like it's ripping apart but as I stare into his eyes, I only see the light fading. I see only blood pouring free as his skin violently tears apart, becoming nothing but weak as tissue paper while his blood runs free. His breathing slows, then all but stops.

I can no longer hold onto him, the husk of the shriveled corpse like figure which is my father, but only let him crash violently to the floor while Isabella screams and runs away.

I'm doubling over with agony, tearing at every part of myself, every exposed bit of free skin that I can hurt. Percy is calling out to me, screaming to me. But I'm lost in a world of drowning fire and a fracturing body.

I rip my shirt free of my body and feel blood pour down my finger tips as my nails grow sharply, nothing animal like but they now shine and glisten. I'm watching the blistering red which makes my skin look like I have been violently sun burnt, now turn a vicious pale shade of almost porcelain white. It washes and recedes back across me. My own voice, distorting and changing, it's uneven matched tempo becoming like that of an angelic whisper, even in mid scream as I claw my hands over my face, stumbling blinds around.

My arms tone, I can feel them, the twig like stature I was now being slowly replaced by something. I don't know exactly what but as I glance over to the mirror, I catch full sight as in the winter moonlight, I watch myself changing. I see my body toning it self up to be alluring and smooth. I've ripped that stupid costume free and had ditched it for a shirt before my father came in. Now without it I'm left in just my boxers. The marks and various bruises across my body tone themselves to look just like the porcelain skin. They're still there. God knows I can still feel that much pain, even as this tide of agony is pulled back through me.

My legs strengthen, my torso smooths. My skin bleaches to this porcelain shade that I now regard in the mirror. My very eyes burnt with the last of the agony fire as I watch the sky blue turn inhumanly bright, they shade far more bright than any other human allele colour could posses. They shine and glisten, changing in the moonlight just like my hair. The golden shade now replaced with platinum, gold creeping into my iris, replaced by strokes of crimson and then finally for the meantime setting on the brightest azure ever.

All the while I'm screaming in horror as I watch the reflection I've known all my life ripped away in a complete wash of agony.

Only when the tide which has swept over me has gone, do I finally collapse onto my hands and knees. Percy is on me in an instant his hands on either side of my face. "Oh my god, Pegasus, what's going on-"
"H-Help me." I weep out, not understanding what was happening. "H-HELP ME!" I scream. He stares at me for a moment, his breathing stutters and he inhales deeply, like he's just caught onto something that he hadn't notice before.

His eyes glaze over, just as his lips are pulled into mine.

He falls back and begins to thrash and convulse. I scream out his name. I'm crying for his name. I'm calling him, watching as the black highlight of his veins shine through against his skin like it had done with my father. "Oh god! PLEASE! NO! PERCY! NO! DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!" I scream.

But it's no use.

The only thing which happens next is I hear my window smash and the front door crash to the ground, before my bedroom door follows.

I'm knelt over Percy, screaming his name, praying to god above, doing anything.

Just before the helicopter spot light shines on me through the window and from the battalion of guards which had come into my house, one knocks me cold on the floor.

The blow to the back of my hand has me coursing unconscious.

Though as the room fades with consciousness around me, I still slump forward and watch the light leaving Percy's eyes, watching his breathing stop.

Knowing that with my father... and with Percy.

I've just killed them both.