Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any of it's characters.

WARNING! Kind of descriptive rape scene, small segments. If you are uncomfortable or triggered by that, please don't read.

Drew's POV

I'm not wise or clever like Annabeth, I'm not charming and carefree like Piper. I don't have that innocent smile that calms down a raging bull (Frank literally saw red...) like Hazel, I don't have a magical air about me, layered in mystery like Lou Ellen and I don't have that motherly aura that Katie has to attract guys like Travis who just need someone to be there. I don't have the regalness of Reyna or the brightness and creativity of Rachel. I don't stand a chance next to them in any of these categories but I have one thing I pray none of them can relate to. Experience. So, no I wouldn't have cleverly slipped away, bravely stood up to him, come up with a creative lie or even just not been a target. Because that's what they would have done. No, I should have done what I knew I could. I should have been able to look at him and recognize the signs. The holding drinks for any girl who will let him, pouting slightly when they take it away with them too quickly. The slight bulge in his jacket and pants, the smirk he wore whenever he snuck a kiss. This was an okay guy to talk to. The bulge in his jacket was condoms and all he wanted was a girl's attention. I should have stuck with him.

But no, I went to the quiet guy in the corner who'd been staring at me. I went to the guy who raised a cup to me and gave the barest hint of pride when I took his cup from him and chugged it. I went to the guy I'd seen before, the one who sent alarm bells off in my head and made a twist in my gut as I looked at him.

Of course for you to fully understand my story, I need to give you some background on me and the party. First of all, I don't have a dad. I have two moms, one of which is as you know Aphrodite. My other mom...Oh she was beautiful. She was only a child when our family immigrated to America from Japan and she was the perfect daughter in my grandparents eyes. She had delicate features, a curvy figure that wasn't too large so she was still petite and was very simple with her clothing. She was the perfect daughter her whole life. Till she decided she wanted to go to college with her perfect grades, high honors and perfect attendance. So she left Virginia and danced her way into Juilliard, where she met my mom. She had charmed her way in as a prospective employer, looking for potential. When she saw my mother dance, she said "it was as if you were dancing for the muses". That was all it took for my mother to realize why she never really dated, focusing on her studies like my grandparents wanted, and for her to fall head over heels. Literally, she tripped in her small heels because of Aphrodite's flirting which lead to two very flustered moms. One thing lead to another and they started dating secretly, because she knew her family wouldn't approve of them. Oh and then I came along. Not only did they get upset that she wasn't married yet but Aphrodite made the mistake of telling them about her.

I can't tell you what happened exactly, but apparently my mom died from giving birth to me since her parents didn't let the doctor give her an epidural, only knockout gas. I required a c section. Aphrodite was heartbroken and left me to my grandparents who raised me till I was eight. The only thing I was taught that being with a boy meant strength, makeup meant beauty and girls were horrible creatures not to be trusted. They didn't want me turning out to be a lesbian like my mom, since she had managed to name me after the girl she had fallen in love with. When she met Aphrodite, her name was Drew Marie Johnson.

When I started to look exactly like my mother, they decided they couldn't handle me anymore. So I was thrown into foster care since my grandparents "were too old to take care of a rambunctious child", using my ADHD as an excuse. I begged them to let me stay but they refused. By the time the court case was over and I was officially a ward of the state, I was ten.

Now that you know why I hate girls and people who abandon their family (cough cough Silena cough cough), the party needs explaining too. You see, we had just finished midterms and so the teachers gave us a three day weekend (anyone who didn't finish would go in that Monday or to retake). Somehow, one of the most popular kids in the school thought it was a brilliant idea to throw a party. The entire swim team was invited, which by extension meant us.

"No." I glared at my sister as she quickly threw the rejected outfit on the bed with a sigh. "Wear the medium wash jeans that you ripped up and somehow still look good in, I hate you for that," I stuck my tongue out at her when she huffed, "the sarcastic shirt and some accessories that match." I went over to her new jewelry box as she quickly stopped, picking out some earrings, a choker with a rose on it and a bow that would look good. "You can't force me to go to this party, the last one was a disaster."

Piper snorted as she slipped on the shirt. "Hey, you didn't help with clean up so no opinion. Besides you'll finally be on good terms with Connor at this one. You can go make out with him in a closet or something." She grinned as I chucked one of her pillows at her, dodging easily. "Fine, make out with him on the dance floor."

"Thank you, closets are cheap. Plus if I got a man, I'm showing him off." I did a small dance as Piper laughed at me, finally looking at her. "Red looks really good on you. Now if you had just been Jessica Rabbit for halloween...or wore that dress!" I was quickly chased out by flying pillows and crashed right into Jason. "Changing, don't you dare." I pushed him away from the door.

The party was off to an okay start, I danced with Connor during a slow song and I had fun. I could smell the alcohol burning people's throats as they slurred their words around me, but I couldn't find where it was coming from. I gagged as a guy tried to kiss me and the vodka smell washed over me. "No thank you." And then I made the mistake that would haunt me for years, I went to the quiet guy in the corner who'd been staring at me. "Hey, mind if you share?" I grabbed his cup in my hands and held my breath as I poured the hard liquor down my throat, never breaking eye contact with his prideful smile. I should have known, I shouldn't have even gone over in the first place.

"You like to drink, aren't you going to ask if I put drugs in it?" I knew he did, right then. Because the smirk in his eyes wasn't I'm getting laid...It was something I'd seen before. I've won. She's weak and she can't fight back now. "So, what's your name?"

I shrugged as I felt the buzz start flowing through my blood, bringing that dizzying drug he'd slipt in when he first got it and just pretended to sip the drink in his hand. It's why I hadn't seen him get a refill, it was why I felt my stomach turn when I first saw him. At least it was me and not someone else. "You look like a smart guy, why don't you tell me? I know you've been watching me." He was closer, when did he move closer? "What are...?" And then I saw we were in a room, one I didn't recognize. Fuck... "I wanna..."

"I know babe, you want me to." No, I wanna leave...He grinned as he slowly worked at my shirt and jeans. He was giving me all the time in the world but he was enjoying the fact that I couldn't move my arms from their spot at my sides, they felt too heavy. "Baby, I want you...you but you have to be quiet.."

"Baby, you have to be quiet. Daddy needs you to be quiet. Can you do that for me? You know I love you, so can you do that for your Daddy?" He was there and I was stuck in the blankets, trying to get my night dress back on. Why did it have to be so hot that night?

I nodded slowly just as I pulled it over my head, but then I got stuck and the blankets were gone. "Daddy, can you help me?" I whispered it because he asked. And when I suddenly felt something warm touching my legs I didn't scream. I just asked him what was going on. Because I didn't understand. I still don't.

I gasped as I came back to find him between my legs and basically purring as he thought I enjoyed it. I didn't want him there. "Stop. I don't...Please..." My words were slurred as I tried pulling him by the hair away from me, but he just seemed to enjoy that. I slammed a fist into the bed as I tried to wiggle myself out from under him but he kept a firm grip on my thighs.

"It hurts." I stated it like a fact instead of a plea like I should have, I should have understood that this was wrong. I should have screamed. But he was so big compared to me and he was my foster Daddy. Daddy's love you, right?

I finally found myself as I started whimpering, trying to let my charmspeak slip through the words I couldn't make out. And then I remembered Piper and how she found the voice to fight me. I couldn't be weak where Piper was strong, I had to fight. So I did the only thing I could think of, I slashed out with my nails and cut myself. The pain shocked me enough to help my throat let go of it's constricting grip and let loose a scream that made him fall back. I don't know when I stopped, maybe it was when I stumbled off the bed and hit my head on the desk. Maybe it was when I made it to the hallway. Or maybe I never did.

Connor's POV

The scream was terrifying. It cut through the air like knives and we were all the hall in seconds as Drew stumbled out of the room with fear in her unseeing as eyes, falling to the ground instantly. "Get away, I don't want you to! Daddy!" She was clawing at herself as she tried to shove away some unseen force, rocking back and forth.

I tried to grab at her to make her stop. "Drew, Drew. Please stop you're going to hurt yourself. Drew." I was trying to grab at her arms and Piper was there stroking her hair as our friends watched us in concern before I noticed something. Her skin was more exposed than before. It was completely exposed. "Drew, who did this to you? Did you agree to it?" I could feel Annabeth working it out but I just moved so I was blocking their view more. "Drew, please look at me love." I prayed my whispers reached her.

She finally looked up at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. "It was one drink. I know I'm not as smart as Annabeth but it was only one drink, I swear. I tried to talk but my voice was gone and..." She buried her head in her arms again, refusing to let even Piper touch her now.

I think I might have growled, I don't know. But something set everyone else off as I slammed the door open to find a guy sliding a shirt on with his zipper down. As soon as I had a view of his neck, I saw the scratch marks clawing their way through his skin like gills. Drew had fought back. I didn't know what to do, he was slightly bigger than me and probably even matched in strength. But I was angry and in pain because all I wanted to do was protect her and I failed. "Do you even know her name?" When he turned to me and I saw that spark of fear hidden by a prideful smirk, I had to stop myself from hurting him.

"Drew," he grinned as he finished dressing, "must not have loved you as much as you thought if she begged me..." He was cut off from a hard punch to the throat, his wheezing giving me time to throw Drew's clothes into the hallway. As he stood up, he glared at me with anger. "She wanted it, if you just can't deal with that hit her."

"You think I'd hit her. You think I'd hurt her." I saw red. I don't know what I did to him but suddenly I was being dragged out of the room by Travis as Annabeth looked at him to make sure he was breathing from his spot on the floor.