Chapter 10

AN: Holy crap! Ten chapters! OMGOGMGOGOSPGLRJLJLFjsL. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed, favorited, or even read this story so far! Every single review puts a smile on my face and inspires me to keep on writing. I love all of you so much! Also, I decided to update twice this week, this chapter being, my second update. Enjoy. :)

Stress.

Churning of the stomach, rapid heartbeat, and panic attacks. A whole lot of panic attacks.

Everything was stressing him out.

Will somehow managed to stuff a week's worth of clothes in one backpack. All he needed was his passport, but that was in his dad's study.

The day he went into his dad's study would be the day he died. That room was forbidden. And thank the gods it was, because it scared the living hell out of him. Just being near the study, Will could sense the negative energy.

But he needed that passport. It was a Wednesday night (11:47 pm. to be exact), and he only had two more days until Saturday.

He slowly descended down the stairs, making sure not make any noise. He reached the study, and he could practically feel his poor little heart pounding. He reached for the door, and sure enough, it was locked. So now what could he do?

His eyes scanned the dark living room for a key, but nothing was there. Did Apollo have the key with him? Well, in that case, Will was going to die. Literally, not figuratively.

He went back up the stairs, and noticed that his dad's room door was wide open. Will cautiously walked in, his fear growing with every step. He peered in, only to notice the monster of a dad asleep. And the key was right next to him.

Will reached for the key, and quietly went back to the study.

The second he was inside, he began to search for his passport. He didn't have the time to snoop through Apollo's things, because he wasn't trying to have his dad murder him. He went through a few drawers and cupboards, but he found nothing. He noticed a glass of wine on the desk. Since when did his dad drink wine? He turned his head, and saw a beer on a table. Will rolled his eyes. He was so sick of his dad screwing anything that moves.

Focus!

Will looked through an another cupboard, and saw a few papers sticking out of the sides. He pulled them out, and they were his documents and passport. Suddenly, he began to hear footsteps down the stairs.

He hastily closed everything up, grabbed the key, and locked the door. He hid behind a piece of furniture. He could hear his dad grumbling in the dark, stumbling over to the kitchen. Apollo probably just wanted a glass of water or something.

Will ran up the stairs so fast, he could've been the Flash. Hopefully, his dad wouldn't hear anything.

He put the key back in it's place and went back to his room, locking the door.

He sat at his desk, papers in hand, proud of himself.

Oh god, he was proud of himself. Proud of sneaking his passport past his dad? Yeah, great accomplishment. He rose from his desk, accidentally banging his leg against the pointed edge.

He whimpered.

The bruises were getting worse. Will had hoped they would've been gone by now. He looked like he had some disease. He really just wanted to look normal. But, ignore the looks. Will had tried to forget about the pain, tried to focus on something else. Anything else. But every time he took a warm shower, or was out in the cold, he'd feel a searing pain all over his body. Every time he moved, they would sting.

Wait, didn't he have a test tomorrow? What subject?

English.

And he couldn't help but think about Nico. Without Nico, Will was definitely failing that test.

What did that mean, anyway? "You need to figure yourself out." The last thing he needed was space. They did rush into whatever they had together.

Okay, so maybe he needed space.

But, that didn't mean that he wanted space.

Would he just be forced to go back to being enemies with Nico? Will didn't want to do that. He really liked the guy.

He could think about Nico later. He needed to study for that damn English test. He glanced at his alarm clock.

Twelve in the morning.

Nice.

Will was just exiting his first period class when he bumped into a very muscular chest. Hands squeezed his shoulders and pushed him back. He was met with the unapologetic face of Jason Grace. His brows were squeezed together, and his lips were pursed. But his eyes were the worst of all. He was looking at Will with a literal hatred, as if the only thing Jason wanted to do was murder him.

So, he must have figured out that Nico and him weren't a thing anymore.

"C'mon," gritted out Jason.

Will felt like he was going to throw up. That was especially funny, because he hadn't eaten in a long while.

He followed Jason into the boy's bathroom. He was so going to be late to his next class.

"I warned you," said Jason.

Will felt his vision begin to blur. Was he crying. Now, seriously? Of all the goddamn times he could cry, his body chose to-

"Well," boomed Jason, "you gonna say anything?"

He sounded just like Apollo. Will felt wetness on his cheeks.

"Why are you crying?"

And Will couldn't help it, but his weakness took over him, "Please don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you, man. I just want answers as to why Nico's so...down."

"Don't hurt me," pleaded Will.

Jason appeared confused. He quickly moved towards Will, and Will ran backwards. He felt his shirt ride up.

Crap.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Cra-

"Oh my god! What happened there?"

Will's stomach dropped. He immediately froze.

Jason's jaw dropped, "Stay still," he murmured.

At this point, it didn't really matter if Jason beat him up. He could still make to the tournament. As long as Jason didn't hit his face, Will could make an excuse.

But Jason didn't beat him up. Jason just slowly lifted up Will's shirt, and Will let him. Will let his eyes scan the painful bruises that he had been hiding.

Jason let go of Will's shirt and met his eyes. Jason's eyes now looked concerned.

"You need to tell someone about this," he whispered, "because Nico definitely doesn't know. Who gave these to you?"

Will couldn't let Jason mess everything up. Will had a plan. He was sticking to his plan.

"No, please don't tell anyone," he said through sniffles, "it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Yelled Jason, "It is so a big deal! Will, people care about you, whether you know it or not!"

"Please stop yelling," said Will, quietly.

"Will, who is hurting you?"

"No one."

Jason sighed, "This isn't good for you."

Of course it wasn't good for him! Did Jason think that Will was just some sick masochist, who enjoyed getting beat up? Will didn't want to be put in custody of some other family, who could do worse.

"I have to get to class."