A/N: YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE TO ME OH MY GODS I'M ALL OF A FLUTTER [BLUSHES FURIOUSLY AND SPINS IN CIRCLES LIKE LITTLE ANNABETH]

Notes:

I tried to make this one a bit longer, because my last one was so terribly short. I always think that I have to end it at a certain part...? I'm just stupid.

I also know that the whole thing about what Annabeth's stepmother and what Annabeth said about "Luke not knowing that it was wrong" is kind of a controversial topic, so let me clear things up: Annabeth is indeed being stupid and Luke is kind of a terrible person. But like I said before, things will get better.

Anyways, I hope you like it, and thanks for reading! Don't forget! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

-Abby

Disclaimer - I don't own anything I'm just not sassy enough to be Rick okay *sighs deeply*


It had been two weeks, and Annabeth still didn't like the taste of him. They had hung out almost every day, and every day, she felt more and more violated. She was always able to stop him when he started to go too far, but a part of her - that would never admit it, of course - was scared that one day he wouldn't stop.

Why are you doing this to yourself? A sensible voice inside her would scream.

I love him. She'd snap. Although lately, it sounded suspiciously like a question.

Today, Annabeth decided to hang out with Percy instead of Luke. When she was around Percy, she was able to forget all of this complication that had arisen. She was able to pretend she was twelve again - just hanging out with her goofy friend, relationships like hers and Luke's still very unattainable and several years away.

Percy and Annabeth had just come back from Percy's kitchen and were sitting on Percy's bed, cracking up. With them was a large pile of stolen blue chocolate chip cookies.

Still holding in his laughter, Percy got up and headed towards the door to get them some milk. But just as he reached the door, he hesitated. He turned around, facing Annabeth. He seemed to be trying to say something, but he had a hard time forming the words. "I don't trust him Annabeth."

"You don't have to." Annabeth said quickly, her face flushing. She knew who he was talking about, of course, but why did he have to bring that up? They had been having such a good time...

"Yes I do, Annabeth. You're my best friend and I don't want you to get hurt." Percy said, color rising in his face as he stepped back toward the bed.

"He's not going to hurt me, Percy." Annabeth spat back, but something in her voice quivered as part of her thought, he already has.

She had noticed the bruise just before she went over to Percy's. It was turning yellow and green already, on her right arm just below her shoulder. He must have just gripped me too tight, that's all. She had convinced herself. He just liked me too much. The sensible part of her practically laughed at that thought.

Percy refused to break eye contact as he sat back down on the bed, but his look wasn't angry. It was full of concern as deep as the ocean itself. He suddenly took Annabeth's hand in his and squeezed it tightly, melting any bit of anger she'd felt about Percy's accusations. It was nice, his hand. It was warm and inviting, fitting the shape of hers perfectly.

But her eyes had grown wide and her face was red up to her ears as she inhaled sharply and stared at the floor, avoiding his eyes.

"But will you tell me if he does?" Percy said, his voice soft. The comment surprised Annabeth, her jaw dropping as she snapped her head back to look at him. She had assumed Percy meant "hurt" as in dump her, or cheat on her, the usual teenage-heartbreak. But it dawned on her that Percy was actually scared for Annabeth's safety.

"Percy, I..." She stumbled, "I don't think he's going to hurt me.."

She trailed off, not wanting to lie anymore. Luke liked her, he told her so. And she loved him. So then why did his lips taste so bitter against hers? And why did she secretly dread the times she was going to see him?

Annabeth slowly removed her hand from Percy's, though every fiber of her being wanted to keep it there until her hand fell off. "I should go, Percy." She murmured, hurrying toward the door. She couldn't bring herself to look at his face as she left.


After her conversation with Percy that morning, she had defiantly called Luke so he could pick her up from Percy's place. She tried so hard to ignore the smug sound of his voice when she had said she'd rather hang out with him today. "He's not going to hurt me," She'd told Percy. Now it was time for her to start believing that herself.

"I was thinking of cutting my hair a bit, you know?" Annabeth said absentmindedly, sitting in Luke's passenger seat as he pulled into his driveway."Just a couple inches," she continued. "I was hoping - "

Luke cut her off again, his mouth shoved against hers, hands immediately starting the trail down her back. Suddenly a wave of rage came over Annabeth, and she pushed Luke away aggressively.

"Why don't you ever just let me talk?" She almost yelled.

Luke's eyes widened in shock, perplexed that Annabeth had actually just denied one of his advances. But they quickly narrowed in anger. "What do you mean, Annie?" He spat back, venom dripping from her old nickname. To her, it felt like a punch to the gut.

"Every single time I try to actually talk with you, you cut me off and shove your tongue in my mouth!" She shouted, her voice quivering.

Luke just scoffed and raised his eyebrows. "Get out." He snarled.

"What?" Annabeth said, her anger now mixed with confusion.

Then he said something that felt like a stab wound to the chest. "I said, get the fuck out of my car, Annie."


Annabeth walked home. The bruise on her arm throbbed painfully.

How the hell did it end up like this? He could never just let her talk. Now they had one disagreement, and he wouldn't even have a discussion with her so they could fix the problem.

What was she thinking? This whole ordeal was just a huge mistake.


That night Annabeth dreamt of Percy's hand in hers. She dreamt that Percy's hand protected her, it enveloped her in safety and warmth as a familiar voice rattled inside her head.

"Get out," it growled.

The voice grew louder, "Get out!"

Percy's hand tightened around hers.

Suddenly it was bellowing, and her head was about to burst, "GET OUT!"

Percy's hand started to loosen slightly and Annabeth sobbed, "No! Percy, please!" she screamed.

That was when Percy let go.


Annabeth awoke in a hot sweat. It was 3am, and she couldn't remember what she had dreamt about.

But she had a sudden desire to talk to Percy, just to make sure he was okay (though she couldn't think of why he wouldn't be). She remembered how she'd left his house yesterday, the tension had been so thick she could've touched it.

Annabeth knew she couldn't call Percy at this time of night, so she decided to just shoot him a text. After deleting and rewriting different variations of the same message at least four times, she gave up and pressed 'send'.

Hey Perce, I shouldn't have left like that yesterday... it was stupid and I'm sorry, hope I'll see you soon.

Annabeth tried to go back to sleep after that, but just as she was about to drift off she was surprised to hear her phone buzz. "Shit, Percy." Annabeth grumbled, unlocking her phone.

Don't worry about it, I'm just glad you're okay. Call me tomorrow and we'll hang out again, okay?

Annabeth felt her cheeks turn pink as she read his message, quickly replying.

Okay.


A/N: This chapter was a bit longer, not by much, I know, but I'm working on trying to make them longer and such. I updated a bit earlier than I was going to, because I felt bad about how short my last one was. I hope you guys like how Annabeth finally stood up to Luke a bit, but it's not over..

(ps: I hope you guys scream at my next chapter, because I'm screaming just thinking about my idea for it *giggles mischievously*)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL

-Abby