heya guys..sorry for the super late update... i'm kinda busy these few days sigh

Anyway, i haven't really checked all the grammer and everything and i need to sleep now, so enjo this :) please R&R as you reviews bring me motivation to write more :) thanks for the reviews on chapter 5..It was way more than i expected XD and this story, be warned, may have some mentions of rape and everything, but i don't think that cold be considered M rating as there isn't much, or none at all, graphical scenes.

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Jason POV

"tap tap tap…" my foot tapped the floor. I was waiting outside the damn house of that bitch. I really hate this place…it brings back bad memories…and I'm afraid it may make new ones… The only thing I can say is thank the gods that I only had to suffer through all that for a month. Thinking about how long Thalia had to suffer in this house…. I'm ashamed that I hated her for staying here before.

I'm Jason Grace, Son of the deceased Zues Grace and brother of Thalia Grace. I know, it's kind of obvious we're related, but I'm saying this for the sake of the not so bright people.

I came here -this house- when I was only twelve. At that time, I was distraught. Zues, my father, had just died of an unknown disease. It was so sudden and instantaneous; I took me two days to recover from my shock, and only then did I start to cry for him.

I was informed shortly after his funeral that I would be sent to my sister and mother, which at that time was only a faint memory before I came to this house. We - my father and I – had left them when I was only three years old, hence all the memories that I had of them were extremely unclear and dim. The memories were only my mother's smiling face and the warmth of my sister's hug.

The first of the memories was the one that had made me feel resentful and bitter. Some was directed at my father for leaving, some was directed at my mother for letting him leave, but most of it was directed at my sister. Because of that memory, the memory of my mother's smiling face, I had felt jealousy towards Thalia and resented her, as I had thought that she had gotten the 'more kind and caring' parent while I got the 'cold and uncaring' parent. Now, I know it was the opposite. I had gotten the better one, not her. Till this day, I still feel guilty for resenting her..

Let me describe my father, and you may know why I thought that Thalia got the better parent. He was an extremely muscular man, though if one had never seen him NOT wearing a suit before, he or she would never have known, or even guessed. If you're wondering why I know that he was muscular, the only reason was because he wore casual clothes at home.

If you're curious about why he always wore a suit in public, it was because he was an extremely successful businessman and had to attend many meetings, and therefore, he needed to wear a suit all the time. The company he ran was called Zues manufacturing electric appliances cooperation. The company, though, not only manufactured new appliances, but also sold them. It was too good and popular to be sold in some normal appliance store. The outlets it had were many, over a hundred across the world.

My father was a very good technician, and considered to be the best to many other technicians across the world. Everything he created with his own hands were always the best object of its kind, but he never gave it away and only used it for himself. He never told me the reason, but I think I know why. I mean, only HE could build something like that, and he couldn't exactly make thousands of those on his own, and if he were to show his creations to the public, they would want more, and then what? Hence he did not show his works to the public

One example was a phone that he made for himself. Let me tell you - It was, and still is, the best phone I have ever seen! I bet that it can surpass ipad 2, all types of iphones and even some of the latest laptops and computers created! It was so advanced, the functions I saw in it can match up to the latest macbooks, and it was only a phone! That just showed how professional he was at making this kind of things. Well... now it sits unused in his out-of-bounds office.

Now, back to describing him and not the oh-so-awesome phone that resides in his office at the temporarily closed down company. Well, about the company…the authorities had read his will. When I heard it, I was, to say the least, shell-shocked. Who wouldn't be when the person you believed thought you as a failure of a son had just given you his entire company!

When I had heard it, I could not believe my ears. Seriously. His will had stated that the company would be given to me, specifically stating that only I was to take over the company, and nobody else. I'm grateful for it, but…me? I mean, I admit that I was, and still is, quite good with my hands... but comparing myself with my father, I was nothing. The authorities said that they would hand it over to me when I turn twenty, which is five years away.

Till today, three years later, I still wonder why my father gave the company to me. Did he actually…believe in me? Did he think that I could run the company as well as him, or even better? He was a smart man, and I knew that he would not pass it over to a person that does not possess the qualities required to run the company. Does that mean that he…thought that I did?

In truth, I never imagined that he would actually pass it down to me. I thought that he thought of me as a bother and only took care of me because it was necessary, but after hearing his will, I'm not so sure if he ever thought of me that way before.

When I think back now, I realized many things. Even though he had never outwardly shown care and concern for me, he did it in his own, stealthy way. He was smart, as I mentioned before, and he probably used his brain to care for me without me noticing. I still don't know why he did that… maybe he was too shy, though that is ironic considering he had scolded other owners of other companies in meetings before openly.

He helped me in the small, little ways, directly and yet unnoticeably. For example, whenever I went back home from school - the school I wanted…he let me choose…now I know how carefree I was compared to others..- I would find a home-cooked meal on the dining table. I never really thought about it, thinking that it was what he should do.

Now, I realize that he never had to cook for me. Him, being a the owner of one of the richest and most successful businesses in the World, should be extremely busy and should not have had the time to cook, but he did. He even came back home everyday, while comparing him to other owners of successful businesses, who don't even bother to come back home, my father did. He even joined me sometimes in dinner, though usually the atmosphere was tense, we still talk about things like school.

Only when I came here, to this damn bloody horrible house, did I realize that it was me who was the lucky one, who had got the 'kind and caring' parent. If you're wondering how long it took for me to realize this, it took me about ten seconds. When Thalia opened the door for me was when I realized that. When I looked inside, I saw all the broken glass beer bottles shards lying on the floor, broken furniture all around the place, and the place reeked of beer. I then looked at Thalia, who had a surprised look on her face.

It was then all the resentment and bitterness left me, as when I saw her body, bleeding from cuts, bruises everywhere, her tear-streaked eyes, and then noticed the knocked out woman on the sofa, I knew that Thalia was the unlucky one, not me. I mean, when you see your sister's house in a mess and seems like it had not been cared for for years, a sister suffering from cuts and bruises and crying, a knocked out mother on the sofa who seemed like she had been drinking liquor for years, you should be able to guess that your sister has not exactly been living a very nice and comfortable life.

The first month, the only month, which I had stayed in the house, was torture, as it was then I learned how Thalia had been treated like for the past eight years of her life then.

Almost every time, when I reached home, I would see my mother already drunk and actually making out with some random guy that I have not even seen before! When I saw it the first time, I was so surprised that I stood at the doorway and stared at them for a whole two minutes. The thing that broke me out of my trance was a moan from my own freaking mother, and all the surprise left me, overwhelming disgust replacing it.

Unfortunately, the disgust made me want to puke, so I had ran up the stairs to the second floor toilet and puked there. It was just way too disgusting. I had thought bitterly of how the innocence of my mind had been taken away by my own mother at such a young age…why is life so unfair?

After puking out everything I ate that day, I ran out and shouted at them to stop at once. I shouldn't have…

I learned my lesson after that- don't ever shout at my mother, ever.

The man had, to say the least, gotten so angry he ran up the stairs to me, and beat me into a pulp. Due to me on the enclosed second floor, there was little I could do to escape, and he caught me. Lets just say that I never want to experience that kind of beating again. To make things worse, my oh so lovely, drunk slutty mother was cheering at the background for him to continue.

At that time, when I heard her, I felt so…. hurt. Sad. I felt betrayed. Unloved. If even my own mother wanted me to get beaten into pulp, surely no one else would love me. That was what I thought, at that time.

You must be wondering why I thought that even Thalia didn't love me. Unless you have a sister who does not talk to you at all, always has a cold mask, always looked at you as though she was jealous and hated you, you would know how I thought and felt that she didn't love me. I couldn't really blame her anyway.

You see, when I came to this house, it was during the summer holidays, and Thalia had not attended the school that I was transferred to yet- half blood school, and thus she had not met Percy yet. I'll tell you why she meeting Percy was so important later.

Anyway, in the summer holidays, Thalia often stayed out of home until late at night, going out to who-knows-where. I, at that point of time, already knew why- our mother, of course. I would like to say I did the same as her, but I didn't. I had lived too much with my Father, under discipline and obedience, and those prevented me from leaving for a while. Instead, I had helped to clean up the house. My father had taught me how to do many household chores if I ever had to live alone. I think with where I was, the people I was living with, you can say that I was living alone.

To tell the truth, my mother rarely beat me up. She was always bonked out in her room when I was cleaning the house, and when she was doing her…stuff, I was always hiding in my room, playing loud music with earpieces in my ears to drown out the sounds of her downstairs.

Unfortunately, it was the opposite for Thalia. Whenever she got back home late at night, my mother would still be doing her stuff, and it seems to me that every different men that sees her whenever she comes back home recognizes her, and actually beats her up every time. I know, kind of fast for a man making out, but the men seemed to be used to her sudden appearances, and thus are used to stopping abruptly just to catch her.

There was also another reason why they managed to catch her… it's like this. Every time she sees a man making out with our mother, she would just freeze. Like almost literally. Her eyes would widen and stay there, her mouth would hang and stay there, and her whole body will go rigid. Its as though she was shocked to see them…but I don't think that's the reason… She's been here way longer than me, so she should already be used to this…then why? What is the feeling she gets when she sees them…fear? Could it be? Till this day, I still don't know, and never had the courage to try to ask her about it.

Well, back to the topic, whenever they catch her, they would beat her up like a madman, making her receive so many cuts and bruises, and even our mother participates sometimes. The thing is, while she was getting beaten up so badly, I was hiding in my room, hugging myself and trying to drown out her screams. I still feel so ashamed, leaving my own sister in the hands of such cruel man and not trying to do anything to help her.

If there was one thing I always did to help her, it was to go down after she got beaten up, carry her up to her room and lay her on her already bloodstained mattress. I didn't know anything about first-aid, thus I could do nothing to help her at that time.

A month later, we started school. Thalia had already enrolled to my school, which is, as I said earlier, half blood school. This was the point, which changed my whole life, and my sister's too. I found out that there were bunker's here for us to stay over, thus I immediately took all the cash I had and used some to rent a bunker. This is when Percy comes in. He was actually also the reason why my life got better. In fact, he was the one who helped me find a bunker. You have to understand that for a school with aged twelve to twenty, many would book the bunkers, and me, not even knowing until the day school started, could have never gotten one if not for Percy…he gave me his, but when I thanked him, he said with a smile "no, no, its no problem. I booked it just in case someone desperately needed it, and you fit the bill."

He's also the reason why Thalia's who she is today, and because of that, I am forever indebted to him. I had felt bad for Thalia, leaving her at that house, even though we hardly talked there, but I didn't need to feel that way for long. Here's why.

I had already noticed on the first day of school that every one seems to be avoiding her. I myself felt a little scared of her when I saw her. Her demeanor here was totally different from the house. At the house, she was a terrified, lonely, desperate girl who cried herself to sleep every night. At school, she was immediately the coldest, meanest, most scary-looking person anyone has ever met. This was also the day Percy gave me his bunker

On the second day of school, I saw her, alone in the middle of two empty tables. She had her head down, and I knew that she was about to crying. I had seen her doing this before, when she lay broken on the floor in the house. I was contemplating whether to go sit with her when to my surprise, I had seen Percy walk towards her table and sit beside her. I was impressed by his courage. It's not easy to approach someone like Thalia when she was acting that way.

I had watched them closely as Percy began to start a conversation. I sat Thalia give such a scary face that could have made a lion scamper away in terror, but Percy, somehow, was immune to it. I was amazed at his bravery. I watched as Thalia's face changed from hurt, to shock, to coldness, to anger, than to shock, and then finally to happiness. It was then, that she opened up to me. It was from that day that our sister-brother relationship finally started to grow.

From that day, she and Percy hanged out a lot. I think it was about two months after school that I heard that she would be staying at Percy's. I was shocked. I mean, a girl moving into a boy's house? And did Percy even know why she wanted to move?

Only later, when I asked him, did he inform me that Thalia had told him about our mother, and that he had offered her a room in his apartment. He said that he had guessed by looking at Thalia's wounds, and he had asked Thalia, and with lots of persuading, had gotten Thalia to tell him about our mother. It also seems that he knew something more…something about her that I don't. I can't help but feel jealous about that, but I can't blame them either…I wasn't a very good brother in the first place.

At the end of that month, Thalia had moved to his house. Not permanently, but most of the time, she stayed there. I was offered a room too, which led me to wonder just exactly how many spare rooms did he have…anyway, I declined the offer. I had, and still do, a good roommate. His name is Leo…lets just say he's a joker, and also hopeless with girls…heh heh..

Suddenly, I heard a scream. It was a scream I had not heard for a long time, coming from the very same house that the screams came from so many years ago.

THALIA! I barged through the doors. The sight was horrible. I saw that bitch, drunk again standing above Thalia, laughing like a mental retarded dog, and I saw Thalia on the floor, writhing in agony while her back, arms, legs and head bled. Jagged shards of broken beer bottles pierced into her back, and she was crying.

"THALIA!" I shouted as I ran forward, pushing the drunk, cackling woman aside and picked her up. I saw her close her eyes and fell unconscious, and immediately screamed her name again. I was in panic…why, why, why? Have we not suffered enough? I ran out, tears streaming down my face as I carried her to Percy's place. He was the only one Thalia trusted to tend to her wounds…and the same goes for me.

I rushed through the streets, ignoring the stares of passer-bys as I ran towards his house. I need to get her to Percy's...fast..Percy Percy please be home...please...

Finally, I reached the terrace where he stayed. Without knocking, I barged in, not even wondering why the door wasn't locked, sweat and tears on rolling down my face, and saw Percy, Grover and Nico inside watching TV. They stared at me in shock…no, at Thalia. I gasped for breath, and said between them "Help…her…" and collapsed, trying my best to slow her fall as I myself fainted from exhaustion.

Okay so i have edited it abit more and taken out some minor mistakes and everything..

Thanks block out the sun(its a username) for informing me about the mistakes..I think i corrected the age thing and about the POV thoughts...I'm still trying to get used to it...but i hope i what i did in this chapter was correct.

And meckalien...err..CK? well i changed a little bit in chapter two already..a small grammer mistake but i hope it's okay now. And as for Big fan..I'm still new and i kinda rushed this chapter...I did a few editions but i still have to some...I'll correct it some other time :P The next chapter will come soon...though i hope to get 30 reviews before i post it..

Thanks for the reviews :)