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Disclaimer: If I owned Percy Jackson, I would be writing another series. So, I don't own it. Now, leave me alone so I can go sob my heart out.

Connor's P.O.V

After the blackness was finished, all of us demigods(I personally think Zeus sent way to many. We were definitely going to get attacked by a lot of monsters.) were standing in front of this huge house. It had a lot of pillars holding the roof up, and the house was white, dark blue, silver, and gold. There were engravings in the roof and on the pillars. Annabeth could describe it better, but I'll have to do right now.

I looked to see the reaction of my older brother, Travis, and got instantly jealous. Katie, his girlfriend, was leaning into his chest and they were giving each other that look that lovey couple does. I was intrigued- yes I know big words like intrigued- and jealous at the same time. I wasn't jealous because I liked Katie, though that is what most would think. I was jealous because they had each other. Yeah, I know. Deep for a son of Hermes, right? That will teach you a lesson, kids. Don't stereotype! Point is, everybody but Reyna, Drew, Nico, Will, and I had a significant other, and I wasn't really into Drew or Reyna. Also, I have nothing against gay people, but I myself am not gay. Plus, everyone knows Nico and Will have the hots for each other!

I snapped out of my thought's just when everyone was walking in. I hurried in after everyone and stopped short in the doorway just before I ran into Cecil, the extrodinaire at messing things up, my brother, and Lou Ellen's boyfriend. See, everyone's dating!

"Why'd we stop?" whispered Chris, who was behind me. I turned around and shrugged at him.

"I don't know. All I know is that I am about to hurt someone if we don't get moving!" I whispered back. He looked at me one more time and asked,

"Hey, Connor? Why in the name of the gods are we whispering?" Chris whispered again.

"I dunno," I said back in a normal voice, grinning. "It sounds cooler? Everything sounds cooler when you-" My sentence then got cut off by Annabeth.

"Ok, everyone is here, how about I order a pizza and then we'll hand out schedules, then we'll go to bed. We have to go to schools tomorrow so no one stay up playing on your new phone, Percy,". Ah, Annabeth. Always prepared. Annabeth got her phone and ordered 1 pizza for each person. I won't go into the details, but it was a lot of money. Anyway, while we waited for the pizza guy to come, we all went to explore the house. Annabeth and Malcolm went to look for a library. Before Annabeth left, though, I asked her a question.

"Annabeth?" I asked.

"Yes, Connor?" She said back.

"You remember what the gods said about the Christian's god, God, right? Do you think it's true?" I asked, hesitantly.

She hesitated. "I don't know, Connor. But I assume so, if my mother thinks so. But we can never be for sure, so just don't mention anything about it, and everything will be fine. Ok?" She smiled encouragingly. What she said made sense.

"Thanks, Annabeth. It really helped me understand , Annabeth, go explore your oh- so- wonderful library," I joked to her.

"Shut up, Stoll," She tried to glare, but a smile was inching it's way onto her face.

"Well, later, Stoll," She said then ran down the hallway to her books. When I went to see where everyone else was, I noticed that everyone else was gone. I was walking to the hall where the rooms were when I heard the doorbell ring. I ran to the door.

"Hello, are you Annabeth Chase? She's the one who called in," He said with a quirked eyebrow and a smile on his face.

"One minute please," I smiled at him. I turned around and yelled "Annbeth! Pizza's here!" She ran down the hall, Percy in tow. I guess he went to the library to find her.

"One minute. I have to get the money," She said apologetically.

"No problem," He turned to me and Percy. "Will you help me get the rest of the pizza?"

"Sure," Percy said. He turned to me. "Connor, help him? I'll put these pizzas on the counter.

"You got it, Perce," I walked outside with pizza dude to his pizza truck. I thought the just had pizza cars… My thoughts were interrupted by him talking to me.

"So what school are you going to?" He asked curiously. I looked up at him. This guy was, like, 6 foot 7. I'm only 6 foot 3. I thought I was tall. Anyway, back to the point.

"Goode High," I replied. "What school do you go to?"

"Same," He said. "Goode is Good," He said, laughing. "Our motto is so lame. But I like the school. I love to go,".

"I don't like school. I'm more of a prankster myself," I said back, surprised anyone but Athena kids like to school.

"Who said that's not the reason I go?" He said fake mysteriously. "I'm kidding. I like going because I hate home,".

"Oh," I said. We got to the truck and he pulled the cover of the back and pulled down the tailgate. While he was doing that, I looked at his arm and saw he had a large, purple-black-blue bruise forming on it. Before I could ask him where he got it, though, he pulled down his sleeve, telling me that I shouldn't ask. I didn't.

He handed me half of the boxes and he took the other half. We walked up the walkway in silence and into the house.

"That will be $57.63, please," He said. Annabeth handed him a hundred.

"Keep the change," She said.

"Thank you," He said. It was genuine, too.

"What's your name?" I asked before I could stop myself. Before you ask, no I don't like him.

"Ethan. Ethan Robinson. What's your's?" He questioned,

"Connor Stoll. He's Percy Jackson," I said, introducing Percy as well.

"That's me," Percy said with a cheeky grin.

"Well, bye. It was nice meeting' y'all, but I gotta go," Ethan said.

"Ok. Bye. Nice meeting you, too," I said. I closed the door after he walked away.

Ethan's P.O.V

I sped home as fast as I could. Dad was gonna be pissed. Connor and them were nice, but I talked way too long. I got to my apartment complex and parked the car. I ran up the stairs like a fucking demon and burst into the crummy apartment. I was jealous of Connor. That boy had enough food on the table and the nicest house in the world, while I have the run-down dump apartment. The only fancy thing about this place is the thing I hate the most. Sound-proof walls. My dad loved them. I hated them. We hated each other, but he won custody over me, and Mom over Braden, so I'm stuck here. My dad looked up from his chair.

"You're late," He growled at me. He was already taking his belt off.

"Y-Yes, sir," I whimpered. He walked over to me.

"Strip to your underwear," He commanded.

"Please," I begged. He glared at me.

"Now," He said. He walked over to me and punched me in the gut, making me bend over in pain. I stripped. He brought the belt- no, fire across my back, opening up another wound and leaving a new one. I bit my lip in agony. 'Don't scream' I told myself. 'Don't give him that satisfaction. Just don't scream.' He kicked me in the legs, leaving tons of new bruises while bringing down the belt. I was trying with every ounce in my beaten body not to scream. I felt the blood leaking out from the old and new wounds, mixing together. It hurt so bad. I let out a little whimper and immediately cursed myself for it. My father grinned sadistically. He pulled back his fist to punch me in the face, but then I thought of something.

"Dad! Not the face! I have school tomorrow. People will wonder why I have bruises on my face," I practically yelled. I saw the remembrance mix with disappointment on his face. I almost threw up right then.

"Fine, you little son of a bitch," He kicked me in the back one more time before walking to the door. "This mess better be cleaned up before I get home. Otherwise, your punishment will be a lot worse than what you just got. Understand?"

"Yes sir," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. He gives the worst beatings when he's drunk. "I understand," He walked out the door. I crawled to my room and shakily stood up and walked into the bathroom. I stood over the toilet and puked my guts out. I grabbed the razor that was sitting by the sink and put it on my wrist. I dragged it up my arm, dodging the bruises. I know what you're thinking. 'Why would you cut?! I mean, you've already been beaten half to death. Are you bipolar?' The answer is: It is basically the only thing I have control over in my life. If I can control it, I do it. I know it's stupid, but it's like how I am a really bad player. Like, I need help. I go to waay to many girls houses. But back to the point. I can control who I sleep with. I can't control the sleeping around, though. I need the attention. Again, back to the point, I can control the cutting, though I can't control how much blood comes out. Thus, why I cut.

I cleaned up my blood off my body and walked out of my bathroom. The only thing I do like about this apartment. I have my own bathroom. Anyways, I walked to my dresser with the very little clothes that actually fit on my body it it, and opened up my underwear drawer. I pulled out a pair of new, clean, not-bloody boxer and put them on. I took my bloody, dirty pair and put them in the laundry basket, which I would do later this week. I walked into the kitchen/ living room and grabbed the dirty clothes, the beer bottles, and the stained couch cushions. I threw the bottles away and I put the dirty clothes and cushions in the basket. I grabbed some stain remover and a towel. I scrubbed the blood, beer, and who knows what else off the rug and then put the towel in the basket.

I finished up the rest of the cleaning and then walked to my room. My room is also one of the few things I also have control over. I have pictures everywhere, and though the majority of them are of my Ex- girlfriend, Lexie Ellis, there were also a lot of Braden, Belle, my dead sister, Ema, my dead sister, and Mom. Belle and Ema died because their daycare caught on fire. Everyone was out except them. That was when Mom and Dad's relationship started going downhill.

Anyway, I stared at the picture of Lexie and sighed. I miss her so much. I have no idea why she broke up with me. All I know is her and her friends hate me, and I have no idea why. Although, she is a famous singer who can do so much better, so that might have something to do with it. But I'm not sure.

Over my bed, was a bunch of scratched at, can't-get-rid of painted words. Fear God Alone. The reason they are scratched at is because I don't believe any more. How can I, when I get beaten half to death everyday, when my sister were gone, when my brother and mother are down in fuckin' Little Rock, Arkansas. It's a little hard. Believe me, I've tried. I looked up at the ceiling. It would be so, so easy to take my life right now. But no matter how much I want to, I can't. That would be giving up. And I don't give up. I've been told it's my fatal flaw. I never give up.

Welllll, wasn't this chapter all rainbows and sunshine. Poor Ethan! I'm sorry that I didn't really go into depth with the demigods house. I was planning on doing more, but then this Ethan idea came to me, and I had to get it down. Plus, it seemed like a good stopping point. Hope you like it. Anyone notice the Divergent reference in there?

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