Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series Rick Riordon does.

Warning: This chapter contains abuse and harsh language. If you don't think you can handle it, don't read it. I do not want to make anybody upset! Just go read my other stories!

Annabeth's POV

My body jerked as he delivered another brutal kick to my stomach. I couldn't feel my legs and I had given up on trying to protect myself. I don't know how long he's been going on, but I know if he doesn't stop soon I'm going to die.

My head lolled to the side, on the cold hard floor as he continued to send sharp kicks to my abdomen. I couldn't even feel it anymore. I only knew I was being kicked by the way my vision constantly jerked. It was hard to breathe as he knocked the wind out of me repeatedly.

Blood was pouring out of my nose and I could taste some in my mouth. I heard his angry grunts as he ruthlessly moved on to kicking any available part of my body. He kicked my shoulder and I groaned, too weak to move it.

"Shut up!" He hissed. Luke suddenly grabbed me by my sweater, picking up half of my limp body. My head swung around as he violently shook me.

"You thought you could just walk all over me, right? Right?!" He screamed enraged. He punched me again, his fist connecting with my face in a sickening crack. My head whipped back as my vision became blurry.

"I warned you to stay away from him, but you didn't listen! You never listen! Maybe this time you'll learn!"

He let go, throwing me back on the ground. I rolled to my stomach, lying face down away from him. In my dazed mind, I waited for him to do something. For another kick or punch to come my way, but it never did.

I heard him rummaging through something. He turned me around by my sour shoulder, so I was looking his way. All I could see was his shoes, before he stooped down and picked me up again. I could barely keep my eyes open as he pressed me against the corner, the wall propping up my body.

He brought something up to my face and held it there for a few seconds. I couldn't feel what he was doing, but I saw his arm moving around. When he pulled back, my eyes looked down to see what it was. It was a napkin or a baby wipe. Part of it was red while the other part was white.

"Don't look." Luke commanded taking out another wipe. I immediately obeyed, closing my eyes.

"Don't want you to have another panic attack!" He spat repositioning my head, that kept falling to the side.

I heard him take out several more wipes, each of them becoming coated with blood, until he finally stopped. My body felt sore and numb at the same time. I couldn't move yet I felt everything. I felt the throbbing pain of my wrist and the bruises on my back. My stomach felt as though it was turned inside out and battered, because of the punches and kicks. But I still feel numb.

I heard the rustling of his bag and a few seconds later felt the tips of makeup brushes, drag across my face.

"Hold still." Luke murmured and I squeezed my eyes shut to prevent any tears from leaking out. I hate this part.

Once he was done I'd be behind the mask again. No one will be able to tell what happens underneath or the damage that's been done. No one will know…

Once he was done, I slowly opened my eyes. Luke stood in front of me putting back all the makeup, but this time he was putting it in my bag. I didn't object.

"Get up." He commanded me and I winced at the mere thought. I was mentally and physically exhausted. I could barely keep my head up, but still I made the attempt. Only God knows what would happen to me if I didn't.

I tried to sit up, but the pressure on my already bruised wrist and shoulder was enough to make me cry out. I dropped back to the ground and Luke scoffed. I looked up at him as he stared at me without an ounce of sympathy, not that I had expected to see any. Still my breath hitched as he glared at me.

"You're pathetic, you know?" He snarled before taking a step forward. I flinched as he grabbed both of my arms, pulling me up. My shoulder was screaming at him to stop, but I sucked it in. He pulled me to my feet, but when let go I began to topple over again. My legs felt like jelly, unstable and weak. Sucking his teeth, he steadied me.

The warning bell rang, signaling that we only had a few minutes till class started. Breathing heavy as I tried to find my balance, I looked around the room. I wondered how we had only been here for nearly an hour, when it felt like days.

I got my footing together, but was in no condition to walk. The cold hard look in my direction, reminded me that I had no choice. Luke put my bag over my shoulders, and my knees almost buckled from the pressure. He stood in front of me and I looked down as he spoke.

"I've decided to try something different this punishment, since it's clear you still don't respect me!"

I stumbled as I tried to back away from his terrifying glare. His blue eyes had that inhumane look again as he took more steps towards me. He back me up against the wall and forced me to look at him, roughly turning my head.

"You're going to go through the rest of this school day and if I see the slightest limp or ounce of pain, we're meeting right back here at lunch. And if I hear anything from anyone about you, I'll make this punishment seem like child's play." He threatened anger still radiating off of him, but not as much as before.

"Understood?"

I nodded my head and he finally backed away from me. He pointed his head towards the door, before walking out. I knew I couldn't fall far behind and took a deep painful breath. I forced my sagging shoulders to stand upright, despite one's protest, and straightened my back. Sucking back tears, I took a step forward. All of my muscles contracted painfully, but I kept going.

Putting a small smile on my face, I fought off the urge to wince. Luke was right at the door waiting for me. He looked at his watch and frowned.

"You have three minutes to get to class. I'd move a little faster if I were you." Emphasizing his point, Luke turned around walking faster.

I wouldn't make it in time. I already knew that. I was still groggy and disoriented from the beating and my body could barely handle the pace we were going at now. I cleared my throat before making a daring move. I tapped on his shoulder and he turned around. I looked elsewhere, before his eyes fell on me.

"What?" He asked. I was glad to hear that most of the anger in his voice had simmered down, to the point of only mild irritation.

I pointed to my now swollen wrist, that he had forgot to cover.

"Can I go to the nurse? I'll make up an excuse, but people will notice if I don't ice it…"

Luke stopped walking and I gratefully stopped with him. I looked at the small, silver squares on the floor next to his shoes as he stared at me. I slowly held my wrist out for him to see and heard him sigh deeply. He abruptly started walking again, even faster this time.

"Fine." He grumbled, sending a huge smile to one of his friends in the hallway. "You can go to the nurse's office, but if you tell them anything…"

A tormenting shiver ran up my spine at his threat. I forced out in a confident reassuring tone

"I won't."

He ignored me, already knowing what my answer would be. He walked me to the nurse as his class was right across from it. Before I opened the door he pulled me back.

Staring at the classroom behind him, I waited for him to say something. I should've seen what he did coming, but after such a severe punishment I didn't think he'd do it this time around.

He leaned down and kissed me on my forehead.

"You know I love you, right?" Luke asked his blue eyes softening. He's asked this question multiple times after multiple…incidents.

Swallowing my pride, I nodded my blonde head, answering with the same response.

"Of course. I love you too." I answered back trying for a small authentic smile.

If he could lie to me, I could lie to him.

Buying my convincing, gentle tone he gave a single nod before proceeding to open the door for me. Trying not to wince, I pass him entering the nurses office.

The room was nearly empty with the exception of the three nurses and a couple patients. One nurse, a dull looking lady with a personality to match, was at the front desk typing away at a computer while another was helping a young boy in a wheel chair. Our school's nurse office was small and didn't seem to fit in with the grand title our school held. The walls like all medical areas were white tiled and the beds were all pushed to one side. With a few tools here and there, nothing was particularly exciting about the nurses office.

We walked to the third nurse, a dark, haired lady with brown eyes. She was currently tidying up one of the beds when she noticed our presence….well Luke's presence. She gave him a bright smile.

"Hi Luke! How may I help you?" She asked and I stared at her.

She had that look of adoration in her eyes that everyone has when they look at Luke. Her stare was like all the adults. All the adults think Luke is what he appears to be. A star student, captain of multiple clubs, school president but most importantly, son of Hermes and May Castellan. Adults practically melt at the sight of him. This of course happens to me as well, only people start to back off once they realize I'm not as social or friendly as Luke.

"Sorry to disturb you," Luke started off etching a sheepish look on his face. "but my girlfriend hurt her wrist!"

I placed a hand over my wrist, covering Luke's black and blue fingerprints when she finally acknowledged me. I showed her the swelling, my mind flashing back on how it came to be. Images of Luke squeezing and twisting my wrist in the car appeared and I shook my head to stop them.

"Oh my! That does not look good!" The nurse commented and Luke nodded.

"I know, if only she'd be more careful!"

I swallowed, not showing any reaction to the double meaning of his words. Times like these, Luke's twisted sense of humor really comes out.

I felt his burning stare at the side of my face and moved my blonde hair over my shoulder, to cover it. The nurse moved her hand and I flinched violently. She paused and I hissed, playing off the sharp movement.

"It hurts really bad!" Luke said as if he was the one in pain. Still I nodded my head agreeing with him. The nurse frowned before scurrying off.

"I hope it's not broke-"

"It's not broken! She just needs an ice pack!"

The lady nodded her head and a few seconds later brought back a blue plastic bag filled with ice. She put it on my wrist and was about to tie it when Luke interrupted.

"Please allow me!" He offered politely and she giggled giving me a sweet smile. He placed it on my wrist.

"Seems like he just can't keep his hands off of you!" She joked and I took a deep breath. She has no idea, I thought bitterly. I squeezed onto the ice pack.

"Well," Luke said, more to the nurse than to me. "I have to go now! Don't want to be late to class."

Turning on his heels, he walked out but not before giving me a quick kiss on the head. I gave a strained smile, when the nurse cooed, ignoring the queasiness that seemed to overtake me again.

The door shut and the oxygen flood back into my lungs. I could finally breath again. He was gone. My shoulders sagged with relief and I winced, grabbing onto the injured one. He didn't break it, but judging by the amount of pain and protest I was getting from it, I could tell he was pretty close. I sighed before reminding myself to not show too much pain. The nurse was still close and the last thing I need is for her to notice anything off.

"Miss?" I asked getting her attention. She turned around and smiled at me, though not as brightly as she did Luke.

"Yes?"

"Can I take this with me," I said gesturing to the ice pack. "I need to head to class."

Glancing behind her at the clock, I knew I was going to be late if I didn't leave now. Coming into class late and with an ice pack would only raise eyebrows, but they wouldn't ask me about it, they'd ask Luke…

She nodded her head and I wasted no time in walking to the door as fast as I could. My head spun at movement and my legs continued to ache, but I kept going.

I was just wobbling to the door when it swung open. It narrowly missed me, but the body didn't. The person slammed right into me, the impact making me gasp and flinch at the same time. The person's shoulder connected right into my bad one and it was taking all, of my little strength left, not to cry out.

"Woah! I'm sorry, I didn'-Annabeth?" The man asked and I looked up at his face, before sharply looking down. I stepped multiple steps back, away from him. My anxiety spiked up and I tried to get back in control, but seeing his face only made me think of the consequences that followed.

"Percy." I greeted curtly, my face and tone void of any emotion.

I tried to walk past him, but the nurse stopped me.

"Wait Annabeth! I'll write you a pass, just in case you're late." She said before noticing Percy. "I'm sorry, what can I help you with?"

I looked at my shoes as he spoke, my heart racing. I'm going to be late.

"I don't really have a medical issue, but I wanted to ask for some directions, if that's not too much to ask ma'am." He said politely and I didn't have to look at the nurse to know that she was completely smitten.

I felt his gaze land on me, but I didn't look up.

"Of course dear! What room are you looking for?" She asked and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"I'm looking for room 513." He replied. I remained quiet, pretending I wasn't listening to their conversation. I played and readjusted my ice pack like something was wrong with it, but knew my efforts were futile. I had to show him the room, he'd find out I'd knew one way or another.

"I'm sorry, I'm still confused-"

I cleared my throat to get their attention. Percy stopped talking, the tension between us high as ever. I reminded myself why I was doing this and why I needed to keep my panic attack a secret as I let the words fall out of my mouth.

"I'll show you."

Uh oh! Hopefully Luke doesn't find out about this! Maybe he will, maybe he won't! I know this chapter was one of the heavier ones and I hope I didn't upset anyone too much. I really wanted to capture the true essence of abuse and how much fear and impact it has on a person, which is why this story is labled T. But don't worry, because Percabeth always prevails! PERABETH IS FANTABULOUS (like next chapter)

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