Warnings: mentions of child abuse, swearing, ptsd, panic attacks etc

anyways on with the story!

It wasn't even something big that set him off this time but apparently his brain didn't think so.

This particular incident took place when Percy and Piper were tasked with bringing in a new camper. It would usually be a satyrs job but recently many of them had taken to helping the wild improve and go back to its natural state in the aftermath of the wars.

Apparently the suspected demigod was a young girl, around 7, who was living with her father. She was suspected for being a demigod after a school incident where some vines had managed to get into her class and beat someone up (classic daughter of Demeter really). So here they were at the door of her house.

Percy and Piper shared a look before steeling their nerves and knocking. The door was opened by an old man, with a potbelly and his hair seemed abnormally stringy and wrung out. Not to mention, he was reeking of beer. At this point, warning signals were going off in his head and the moment the beer hit his nose he felt his panic rise. He felt his throat in his mouth as he felt his heart rate pick up. Gods that was the beer that Gabe used to drink.

He tried calming himself, reminding himself that he was in no danger and that he could actually defend himself now but breathing still seemed a lot harder than it should be.

Gods why was he so fucking pathetic. Gabe was years ago. It wasn't fucking fair that he still got to torment him along with the other shit. He gripped riptide, hoping that holding something real would help him focus around him.

He tried forcing himself to take slow deep breaths, clenching and unclenching his fists with each one. When he finally managed to zone in back to the conversation, he realised that Piper and the guy were having an intense debate.

That was when he saw the young girl and it was literally like looking into a younger version of himself. To an outsider, she probably looked normal but Percy could see her too thin frame and realised the gleam of desperation in her eyes.

She was also wearing makeup, specifically a concealer that was a shade darker than the rest of her skin around her eyes and really, that confirmed his worst doubts. The bastard in front of him was beating his own child.

It didn't take long to make the connection, learning how to analyse his opponents quickly was a vital skill, one that could mean the difference between life and death.

As the realisation hit him, Percy felt like his mind leave his body, letting his buried years of anger fuel his actions, quickly replacing any other emotions.

And then he punched the supposed father in the face, hard. Seeing the guy fall down gave him a sense of satisfaction but it wasn't enough to settle his rage because how how on earth could someone be so cruel to others. No one deserved that, absolutely no one.

He let his rage takeover, feeling a weird sort of detachment when he saw the guy's face becoming black and blue, even bleeding in some areas. But he could care less. Every hand laid on him by that disgrace of a man, every insult was finding his way onto the face of the guy under him.

"Percy, please stop, you'll kill him."

Through his haze, he heard a voice and he felt compelled to stop but he couldn't, no shouldn't. This guy deserved all he waa getting and more.

"PERCY STOP."

This time Piper used the full strength of her charmspeak. She couldn't let Percy kill the guy, it was honestly horrifying to see Percy beat this guy almost to death and he didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. She didn't know what made him do that but couldn't shake the feeling that something waa very wrong for Percy to mercilessly attack him like that.

Piper thanked the gods when Percy listened to her and stopped beating the guy. Sure he was unconscious but at this point she was more worried about Percy. Upon taking a closer look she realised that he was shaking and oh gods was he crying?

AN: Hey so im back let me know if you guys want me to continue/make any changes!