Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians however I do own the plot and if you're wondering why I put Percy in pageants it's because my friend and I were watching TV and we put on Toddlers in Tiaras and it is addicting really. But that is what I get for watching reality TV.

Pairings: This is Percy x Luke x Nico x Jason. That means PJ x LC, PJ x NA, PJ x JG, LC x NA, LC x JG, NA x JG though for now it is just Percy and Luke because Nico is in a casino doing Gods know what and Jason is doing Roman stuff.

Warning: This is a slash, for those who does not know what that means (like me 3 years ago) it is also referred to as Japanese Yaoi (Yes I like anime! If you go to my profile page you will understand my unhealthy obsession), MxM (which for me personally reminds me of M&M's so whenever I see it I get all confused and is like how come M&M's get to be in a story! Just Kidding, but you believed me for a second, didn't you?

This chapter is holds some abuse.

Anyway, for all of you who didn't skip this part, thank you. I shall reward you with the next chapter. And if you don't want the next chapter and just wanted to read about my rambling (I know there is at least one of you). My profile page is open though it mostly consists of my plans to-*cough* I mean, here you go! Chapter 4!

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Chapter 4

Chiron looked different, like he aged a couple years in the past twenty four hours. I guess I didn't think how attempting suicide would affect others. I was selfish to think I could get out of life that easily.

I wonder how Chiron felt about his campers. I barely knew the guy and he looked at me like he failed me. He probably sees each of the campers as his children.

Chiron reminds me of a woman named Mrs. Darla. Mrs. Darla is very old and she has no kids but she goes to every pageant she can and cheers loudly for every girl, even the ones who aren't that good. She supports everyone and she makes the younger girls who lose happy by doing something amazing like handing out sweets or just talking to them.

She treats all the girls like her own children. And I suspect Chiron is somewhat like her. If all this Half-God stuff was true and if there were more monsters like the minotaur I fought then I wouldn't be surprised if he's seen a lot of young campers murdered. It must take a toll on his soul.

I was about to apologize for attempting suicide when I remembered that I was supposed to have lost my memory. So instead I smiled and held out my hand and giving a small 'Hello, sir'.

Chiron looked at me with a sad impression in his eyes, "Hello Percy, welcome to Camp Half-Blood. You are a demigod. Half-God, Half-Human. I have a question if that's alright."

I nodded, giving him permission.

"What do you remember?" Chiron asked curiously.

I thought for a second. "Not much," I lied.

"What is your name?"

"Luke told me I told him I was named Percy Jackson." I decided. "And earlier you told me I was the son of someone named Poseidon. Is my daddy going to come and get me so he can help me remember?" I asked, trying to bring as much innocence and cluelessness into my words.

I immediately regretted asking that when I saw pain flash through his expression. I guess Luke wasn't the only one unhappy with how the God's neglected their children. "I'm afraid he is very busy. What about your mother?"

"Mommy?" I asked, pretending to think. I shook my head furiously so he would think I came across a painful memory. "No. She- she's not here anymore. She's gone." I couldn't help my voice from cracking. I never really talked about her to anyone before. I never had too.

"Oh dear." Chiron said, he looked away for a second deep in thought as if he didn't know what to do with me. "What about you're Step-Father, Mr. Ugliano?"

This time I shook for real. I didn't want to go back to him; I would even stay here in this God(s) forsaken judgmental camp if it meant not going back to him.

"That's a no." Chiron muttered as he looked at me with worry in his eyes.

Luke bit his bottom lip and put a hand on my shoulder to calm me down, I unconsciously leaned into his touch and visibly stopped shaking, though I was still freaking out inside. If I returned home now Gabe would be furious with me for leaving. The last time I was late home was awful.

I was nine years old.

I had dance practice and the teacher accidentally held us back longer than usual because of an upcoming recital. So I was late home.

Gabe was drunk and Leah was 'worried'. She slapped me twice before stomping out of the house and leaving for her typical girl's night out. Though I suspected she was cheating.

Gabe suspected it as well. He seemed overly upset, saying something about no one respecting him and how Mommy left him with an ugly brat of a child. He said it was my fault.

Everything was my fault. Mommy's death was my fault, his lack of a job was my fault, and now Leah being unfaithful to him was my fault.

And then he hit me.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until my face burned with numbness and pain. Blood and tears decorating my malnourished body and my pathetic voice rang out in pain.

He stopped and I thought it was finally over. I lay limp, half on the floor, half propped up on the wall. It hurt to cry. I would have to miss school for a couple days so my face could heal. And I would have to wear extra make-up to the next pageant, but as long as he was done I would be fine.

He never went past hitting. At least, never before.

He grabbed me by my hair and yanked me to my feet. I was pulled in the direction of his bedroom. Somehow I knew he didn't want me to just cuddle with him in bed. I tried to resist but the more I fought against him the harder he would pull my hair.

He scared me.

Why couldn't I stop crying? That is what he wants to see. He wants to see me break and I wasn't supposed to give him what he wanted.

I was roughly thrown on his bed; I could barely make out the words that came out of his mouth.

"…Leah thinks she can… I'll show her… two can play at that game… how dare she… a woman should always be faithful…" he muttered while fidgeting with his belt that his enormous and hairy beer belly usually hid.

I froze as he took his belt off, his pants followed quickly. Then he took out his… thingy.

"Suck!" he commanded. It was nasty. And then he peed in my mouth. Except the pee was thicker.

I guess puking all over Gabe wasn't the best thing to do, but I couldn't keep the bile down.

I forget what happened after that, it went blurry and all I remember is pain. But the next week when Leah went out he made me do it again, and again, and again. And I didn't dare throw up again.

"Percy!" Luke's voice brought me out of my thoughts. I didn't realize I was shivering until Luke brought his arms around me. I leaned into his embrace, hiding my face. I was ashamed that I let my step-father do that to me. I know now that I should have told the police or run away but I was too scared and that was the only life I knew.

I wouldn't cry, I was stronger than that. Especially not in front of Luke and Chiron. Now if only I could stop my shaking I would be fine. Just put on a fake smile and – no! Bad tear, get back in my eye. Why am I still shaking? Stop! Stop! No it's getting worse, I need a happy thought.

Happy thought? Do I have a happy memory?

What about the day I won my first pageant? The pageant Gabe and Leah made me go to. After so many I got beaten for not winning…

I need a new happy thought. What about meeting Grover; my first real friend?

No… he was just doing his job. Befriending Demigods so we can be put in this camp. This camp that brought me to the brink of suicide.

The ocean, that always calms me. The ocean- my father. The man who abandoned me as a child.

I struggled to keep my tears at bay but there was nothing preventing me from breaking down. A hand stroked my back slowly and another sob raked my body. I'm sure Luke's shirt was all wet now but I couldn't find it in myself to stop.

"Why don't you take him to his cabin, Luke?" Chiron suggested. "Have him rest for a bit and then take him to get food once he's feeling up to it."

"Come on Percy." I felt Luke start to lead me away from Chiron. I was embarrassed to have broken down in front of complete strangers. Maybe I wasn't as strong as I thought.

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Clarisse was pissed. She leaves for a week to go home and when she comes back she learns the idiot campers drove a kid to suicide. Only she is allowed to bully because she knows how to do it properly without any casualties. When she bully's, it is to make the kid stronger and stick up for themselves and others. Not that she would ever admit it.

She glared at her minions, "Explain." She demanded.

"He is a cross dresser who does pageants." Annabeth reported.

"He is the son of Poseidon who tried to drown himself." Charles Beckendorf said.

"The kids in our cabin bullied him." Travis Stoll said, guilt lingering in his voice.

"It was the Minor God kids again. They always pick on the Unclaimed because they think they're better than them." Conner Stoll whispered. His eyes were cast downward.

Clarisse glared, "Why am I just hearing about this?"

Travis and Conner exchanged glances before shrugging.

"Where is he? In the Big House?" the daughter of Ares demanded.

"Luke took him to see Chiron, he started to remember-."

"What do you mean started to remember? What else didn't you tell me?"

"He lost his memory. It must have been too traumatic for him and he just forgot everything." Annabeth said, "I kind of listened into the conversation he had with Chiron. His mother died and he started crying when they brought up his step- father."

"Do you know why?" Clarisse asked curiously.

"I have suspicions but nothing is confirmed." Annabeth said.

"Do you know where he is right now?" Clarisse asked.

"Luke took him to the Poseidon cabin."

Clarisse grinned and started walking towards the cabins. She didn't care who followed her. Stopping in front of the Poseidon Cabin she took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

An annoyed Luke appeared, "What?"

Clarisse shoved Luke aside and walked into the cabin to look at the small boy sitting on the bed. She laughed, "Well what do you know. He does look like a girl." She noticed him flinch at that and immediately felt guilty. Maybe this boy was more scarred than she thought. She turned towards everyone in the Cabin. "Out, I want to talk to him alone."

Everyone hesitated. "Now!" Annabeth tugged on Luke's hand and ushered the rest of the cabin's occupants out.

Once they were gone Clarisse sighed and sat on the bed next to Percy. "I'm Clarisse."

"Percy," it was barely a whisper.

Clarisse sighed, great, he was shy. "You're lucky I have a soft spot for abused kids."

His green eyes widened, "W-who told you I was ab-abused?"

"You did, right now."

Percy looked away, unable to meet her eyes.

"I know you lied about losing your memory. You're a good actor I admit but I can tell you're lying." When he didn't respond she continued. "Why are you faking memory loss?"

Percy just shrugged and turned away.

"Who hurts you?" No answer. "Is it your mom?" Silence. "Kids at school?" His body curled together into a tight ball. "Your step-dad?"

At this Percy stiffened and a soft whimper escaped his mouth.

"What does he do to you?"

"N-Nothing!" Percy answered quickly, still unable to meet Clarisse's eyes.

Clarisse frowned, "Why are you defending him?"

No answer.

Clarisse sighed. She wasn't going to get any answers out of him today. The boy was terrified. "Come on." She said. "Let's cut your hair and build up your muscles." She stood and offered him her hand.

Percy hesitated, unsure if cutting his hair was a good or bad idea. And muscles didn't look good in a dress. If Gabe got to him then…

"I can't…" he whispered. "He'll kill me."

Clarisse frowned. Just how badly was this boy treated?

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So, what do you think? Is it believable enough?