Chapter 13
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(Reviews told me that I should clear up my work because it's getting too jumbled up. One thing I would like to tell you all is that this is my first fan fiction and I'm really sorry for making it confusing. But thanks for pointing them out. Maybe the next time I write a story I would be better about things but as for this time, I think I should probably continue as I am. Maybe later I would make them into different stories but for now, enjoy.)
{The story further is on hold. Like chapter 11 is the present moment. This point forth I am giving you the back story.)
[Annabeth's past is dark. The end half is really dark and scary and bad. It's a T rating but. Read at your own risk]
Annabeth
I was little, innocent. I did not know why my mommy, Susan, didn't like me as much as my two little brothers, Bobby and Mathew. Personally I loved them all very much and thought that they were cuter than me so my mommy did like them better. My dad, Fredrick Chase kind of ignored me. He gave attention to the twins on his own, but she had to ask, ask and ask to make her daddy even look at her.
I was 5 at that time. All I wanted was love and attention.
When I went to school I saw my classmates being hug and kissed by their parents. That's when I knew what I was missing out on. Later I learned that Susan was my step-mom.
Days before my seventh birthday I decided that I would go away. Fine, if they don't want methen I'll go away. No biggie.
My plan was flawless. The only problem which missed my notice was that I was seven. I was a baby practically. But no, I prided myself. Yeah, pride has always been an issue with me. Maybe if I was older or rational then I would have seen that they loved me, it was just not visible to me. It just pained them to look at my matching features to Athena, my birth mother. She had left my father for her own reasons.
18th July I ran away.
7 years only. It was my birthday that day. It was raining, which provided an obstruction to me but I had decided to go away then. And I, Annabeth Chase could not go back on my word.
I was little; I didn't know the world and what I would require.
So yes, I was standing their under the bridge, cold and hungry.
A little while later, a boy came, 14/15 years approx.,
"What are you doing here, girlie?"
I didn't answer.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION."
"I ran away from home."
He smiled.
"Come with me, don't be afraid."
And I for some reason believed him.
He practically raised me after that.
He became my father, my brother, my guardian because even though he got me mixed up with the wrong sort of people, he did not do it intentionally. I am sure that he would not have chosen this path for me or himself if our situation was even slightly different.
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But that was for almost eight-and-a-half/ nine years. I was sixteen then.
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He took me to a house nearby the bridge. It was old, the plaster falling down. It was small too.
He taught me as much as he could. But I was smart; I picked up things along the way.
He worked hard. It was not easy providing for two especially when one was a charity case.
His line of work, you ask.
He was in a gang. He was a major member.
I should have been afraid of him. But he was a kind-hearted person. After all, his reason for joining the gang was mainly money problems.
I knew it was hard for him, raising me. Months later I told him that I wanted to help him. He had refused but I wouldn't take no for an answer. So he let me become an accomplice. Whenever they had some kind of job to do, I would distract the people near the area, make them talk to me, or say that I lost my way. No one suspected a little princess, my brother told me. (The gang member)
The house was small, and there was only one room with one bed. So we slept on the same bed side by side, sister/brother type. He was extremely protective of me.
As I grew older I became mixed with the wrong sort of people. Mostly he was there to save me but one day of was not so lucky.
I was sixteen then
I was coming back from the market place late at night. He didn't know about it.
The night was young, but there were no stars to light my way. I took the narrow shortcut. My big mistake.
Three men, definitely intoxicated, were there. When they saw me they started whistling.
"Hey sugar, come to candy, baby."
"You are so pretty honey."
"Nah! She's just a bitch."
Never before had I been addressed as that before. I kind of wanted to be that cool, pretty, popular person-a bitch- but now I don't think that title is worth it.
I ignored them to my best ability but they cut my path. I turned my back on them but before I could take a step forward, I was again blocked. Instinctively I kicked one of them hard on the nose. He staggered back but after a moment,
"You little bitch."
I tried to struggle free but he pinned me against the wall and kissed me furiously. I felt disgusted.
I started panicking.
The other two cheered him on. He seemed like the leader. His hand went inside my shirt and tore it open his other hand went between my thighs. He then pulled down my sports bra and started twisting my breasts and gods did it hurt. I tried to push him but my hands were held by the other two who were trying to get a piece of me. Tears started flowing out. The leader pulled down my underwear and pushed his ugly, stubby, fat fingers inside me. It hurt hard. Loud shouts escaped my mouth. The leader put the same hand on my mouth to quieten me but I couldn't. I then realize that he had put a handkerchief containing chloroform on my mouth. I managed to quickly move away the hanky, but barely so. All the while calling me bitch, whore and all those words. I tried getting my body out of here but I was restrained. I became drowsy. I tried to fight back but it was exhausting.
Just as the leader was about to taint me for forever, I heard a shout, one which I never expected to hear here.
"What's going on here?" asked Percy.
When he saw, his eyes got as big as saucers.
"Leave her alone this instance."
"This is none of your business."
"None of my business? She is my friend, I'll make it my business," and next thing I know was being asked to run away, I did so but I waited at a safe distance. I never got what happened inside there but I never heard from those men again. The chloroform was taking effect. Next thing I remember is being blacked out.
A/N: How was this?
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