Ok, hm how to start, well um. I took a short...LONG break from Fanfiction. You know depression, horomones, family etc. But whatever I'm back and let's get ready to roll!(:

I knew she wasn't going to leave without fight, I knew that and how she spoke to me. It made me feel like I was a child again, like I didn't have control over my life. When I left my father, I was free. Minerva wasn't going to say she can own me. Antonio was my nightmare. I wasn't going back to being a child. SHe was not going to own me. Legally I'm eighteen. No one owns or tells me what to do anymore. I'm not going to tell Minerva do that to me.

I locked myself in me and Kyle's room, I sat on my bed biting my nails. I didn't know who the hell I could ask for help. Effy and Kyle were pyshics, I haven't spoken to Mia in forever and I know she'll freak out when I tell her Minerva is here and wants to be my mother. I thought of the only person I could think of. I didn't want to, but it was best and I knew it. I crawled across my bed, and reached over to the bed, grabbing my phone and dailed the number. I sat back down, and leaned against the pillows, pulling my kness to my chest as it rang.

Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ri- "Hello?" a groggy voice

"Um, hey, Percy,"

"Alex? Is that really you! Where have you been?"

"I need your help,"

"What the hell? What is going on? Trouble, what is happening?"

"My mom, s-s-she's back." tears started leaking out of my eyes.

"Minerva? What? What do you mean?"

"She's back! She's here!"

"She's there? Where you are? What is going on with you! Alex, where the hell have you been!"

"It's a long ass story, Percy. I have changed. Just please tell me what to do!"

"Are you with Kyle?"

I closed my eyes, noticing the hostitally in his voice "Yes,"

"Why can't you use his help?"

"Because he isn't like us! I know I'm different from you, because of the whole werewolf deal, but listen, Percy, you know what it's like to go through a parent who wants to be in your life suddenly. Please Percy, I never asked you for anything."

I didn't ask him for anything.

Espeically when I was in pyshotic depression, I never asked him for anything. I never ran to him, he never came to me. Was that how our relationship worked? We don't care fo each other? What is it that? If so, dear Gods, Aphrodite gave up on us. I seriously wonder if all the Gods gave up on us, because honestly, I know I wasn't blessed. I know that for a fact. I was born to a mother who didn't want her youngest child, gave it to the abusive father and who had witnessed her sister get raped and hit by a car so hard she died.

I wasn't blessed

There was a long pause "...Okay, Alex. I'll help you."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. "Thank you so much, Percy."

"Look, Trouble, it's late, I have to go to sleep."

I open my eyes and look around to see Kyle standing at the end of the bed. "Okay, Bye." I said quickly and hung up.

"Hey, Kyle."

"Babe, honestly, maybe you should try to reconnect with her."

"Explain to me why I would do that."

"I don't know, you are just lucky you have a mother."

"Lucky! You know, Kyle, I am anything, but lucky! If you would see my dreams, see my mind, you would be in tears!" I got off the bed and stormed toward the window to look out of it, with arms crossed. It came to realization, he didn't know me. I never told him what had happen to me. I never let him on that secret.

"Maybe if you would tell me, instead of running off every fucking minute then I would know!"

I spun around "You wouldn't be able to handle anything I tell,"

"Alex, I'm stupid! I know what happen to you! You show all the systoms of a abuse victem!"

My mouth almost hit the floor.

He knew.

"You don't know anything,"

"There you go,"

""What do you mean?"

"You never took off your jacket or you wore sweaters, even though it was hot. You would limp, or have faded bruises on your legs. You wouldn't let me touch you, even when I kissed you, you would flinch like I was going to hurt you."

I felt tears rush in my eyes. "Shut up!"

"Why! You have been lying to me! You said you dad was just a asshole, you said he never laid a hand on you!"

I slapped him across the slap, he pushed me and I stumbled onto the bed, laying on my back. He got on top of me and straddled my hips. He brought his lips to mine, roughly, I slid my tongue in his mouth as he slid his hand up my dress, and he pulled it over my head. Ipulled his sweater over his head, messing his blonde hair up. I didn't like the fact he pushed me. I hated the fact, but this would make up for it.

He kissed down my neck, and sat up so I could undo his jeans, he kicked them off and pulled down his boxers. He pulled down my tights, and underwear.

"I really love you," he said huskily

"I love you too,"

I got out of the bed carefully, and grabbed a change of clothes, I wrapped a robe around myself and tip toed out of my bed room to the main bathroom, where the shower was. I let the robe fall freely from my body, and I turned my back to the mirror, pulling my hiar to the side, turning my head slightly toward the mirror. Looking at my butterfly tattoo on my back. I realized the only reason why i got the tattoo, was because I wanted to be beautiful and a butterfly meant beauty.

But what does beauty mean now?

I use it for the club,

Girls use it for clubs

strip clubs

Prosituting

What does it mean now?

I got intot he shower, turning the foset on and began to wash myself. My dark hair looked more black than usual, because of the water. My silver eyes closed and I let the water take control over me. It was morning it had to be at least 10 A.M, I was tired still. Alot of shit has happen last night and I wasn't sure if I was ready to go to work yet, but hell I need the money. I got out of the shower, and I got on my fours and shook my body and head. I quickly got up on my two feet, shocked. I had never done that before.

I looked in the mirror, my eyes were silver, but the pupil was small like a dogs.

My wolf senses were back.