*Dream*

My dad hit me again. He kept it up because he was so angry and drunk. But as I cringed away as he left he stumbled and fell on the couch. I took the opportunity to run to my room and lock the door. I knew I was safe now because I have all the universal keys to all the doors in the house in my dresser. I had finally found them all and I was safe. But when he is drunk he forgets and still searches for them, if he could even walk.

As I turned for my mirror, I was shocked to see Annabeth right there. She had a concerned look in her eyes and took my face in her hands.

"Percy are you okay?" She said it, because she always talks in my dreams. And sometimes I am surprised when I wake up and she returns to her true voice- silence.

"He did it again," I said.

"He is such a pig, come here, I'll make you feel better."

"Okay, but you need to be careful. Who knows if he is passed out for good."

"It doesn't matter Percy, I have you now." Said and kissed me deeply.

But I knew how the dream went from there. I always had this horrible dream, but since the kiss, every time I slept, even for a second, the second part of the dream had something added. Before he hit me, I turned, Annabeth is here, and it happened right then. But now the dream had a new order- he hit me, I turned, Annabeth is here, then we fool around. Then when I'm happy, it happens. But I was scared at how vivid the dreams were and how they made my hormones rage. She was so beautiful, I couldn't help it. But as she pulled the top back over her head my father finds a paperclip to unlock the door. And as I try to grab her away from him, he shoots. And my beautiful girl drops to the ground, a bullet through her neck. She always looks the same- shocked and hurt. And I take her hand and try to cover the wound. And she takes her last breath as another shot is fired. One right through my heart. And everything goes black.

I wake up with a start, like normal. But as soon as I get my breathing controlled, it is time for Annabeth to wake up and I see her becoming restless. Her face twists in fear and hurt and I shake her awake, like our normal routine goes.

And she looked around and saw her room, and stared at me. She hugged me and laid on top of me again. And she made a 'mm' noise. I was surprised, but I didn't want to freak her out.

"Annabeth?" She looked at me, just as surprised. "You made another noise! Can you do it again?"

Her mouth opened hesitantly and her Adam's apple moved but no sound came. She looked very disappointed.

"It's okay, Rome wasn't built in a day,* try it again. I know you can do it. You aren't truly mute are you? You have spoken before?" She nodded a yes and tried again. Nothing.

"One more time, go 'mm'." This time her lips closed and she concentrated. A 'mm' noise filled the room softly. I was so proud of her, she made the noise! If she could make a noise, surely she could say a word.

"Oh my gods. I can't- you just- You did it!" I gave her a bone crushing hug, while her and I stayed bewildered.

"Oh man. Do it again." And she made the same noise very loud. It was because she remembered how to make the sound. If she could remember how to say the words, she could speak again.

I waited for Annabeth to come over to my room. And when she did walk inside, she went straight to my closet and took out a Spiderman shirt. But we were running a little late, so she turned around so her back was facing me, and pulled her old shirt off and threw the other shirt over her head.

"Um, sure, you can borrow a shirt." She smiled and put her wet hair in a ponytail. She turned to me and checked her pockets. Her iPod, notepad, and pen were there. And her earbuds were dangling from her neck. She took my hand and we went down stairs to meet the child supporter that would take us to the prison.

"Annabeth?" The young woman with black cropped hair smiled at Annabeth. And I moved my hands in my pockets. Annabeth let go and wrote on a paper for her. After a few laughs on the woman's part she turned to me.

"Hey, I'm Percy."

"Hi Percy, I'm Courtney. I was Annabeth's child supporter/ councilor."

"Well, small world huh?" But I didn't know how small the world was until we arrived at the prison- that's when my dad found a way to ruin my life even when he was behind bars.

"Yes, we should get going if your dad wants to see you."

"It's a-okay. Lets keep talking."

"That isn't the attitude. You have to go, but think on the bright side if you want. You don't have to talk to him."

I walked and told Chiron Annabeth would be going with me. And I was so tired, I fell asleep twice on the way there. But when we arrived, Courtney handed us the already filled out visitor forms and we walked through the high security gates. We went through 'LAX' and were told repeatedly 'no public affection.' After the fifth time I spoke up about it.

"Okay, sir, I understand it. No PDA or shenanigans, no killing, and I can plea the fifth amendment to anyone in the establishment, though not in that order. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Mr. Now keep going." Annabeth looked a little surprised at the whole place, but I had been inside a jail before with my father.

But then the moment of truth came when we were lead through to see my father. As soon as I saw the idiot known as Gabe Jackson, my fists went tight, and my jaw locked. But Annabeth stopped walking altogether and she grabbed my wrist shaking with fear.

"What Annabeth?" But she looked ready to pass out and I turned worried.

"What is it Annabeth?" I grabbed the notepad and pen out of her backpocket and handed it to her. But that's when the cop came over.

"That is a display of affection son, if you do it again, you will be asked to leave."

"Okay, look sir. I'm helping her because she is unable to talk and is clearly in a bad state if you would observe. So I don't think it is my fault you take me helping a mute friend get her notepad and pen out as 'affectionate' or PDA."

"Watch it kid."

"Or what? You'll kick me out? I would rather be out. I am forced by the New York, New York court to be here for one visit while my father is in this prison for murder."

"So you are the Jackson kid."

"Sadly," I said trying to get Annabeth to write something down.

"Dammit! Can I get a chair for her?"

"Yeah, right over there next to Mr. Jackson." But Annabeth paled and shook her head no violently.

"It's my dad? What about him?" She started crying, oh gods what was wrong?

"Annabeth, write it down. Now!" She looked straight ahead at my dumb-ass father and wrote it down without looking.

He killed my family, it said. And I could barely read the writing.

"What is your last name?" A bad feeling sank into my stomach.

Chase. I ran to the glass and asked a simple question that shattered my heart.

"What was the name of the family you killed?"

"Your girlfriend's, the Chase's." Anger boiled in me.

"You fucking bastard! What the hell is a-matter with you?" Gods I wanted to pull my hair out and the cop grabbed me before I could jump him, apparently it was visible how pissed I was.

"Rot in prison you asshole!" I turned and grabbed Annabeth, still mad and she was still upset and pulled her back towards the room, but the cop opened the door before I would attempt breaking it to get out. The room was quiet, and Annabeth was stiff and sobbing. I searched my pockets and found nothing useful. I took her notepad and pen away and put it in my own pocket as I took my phone out.

"Chiron, we are leaving. The asshole did something to screw everything up. We are going to walk, don't pick us up. I'll get her there by 1. She needs something to eat," I said while glancing at Annabeth.

"Okay Perseus."

I put the phone in my pocket and as the door was closing in the room where my father was he ran up to the door. But I covered Annabeth's ear as he said "I love you."

"Go rot in hell you bastard. Leave me alone. And don't call me, I'll find a way to get a restraining order." As I turned to him with a glare he looked hurt, he most have been a good actor or some crap.

I was torn between my own anger at my father and the concern for Annabeth. She was going to faint while I looked for a insignificant box of tissues. She moved robotically, and stiff, with a pale face as she wiped her tears. I finally found a box and grabbed a handful and started wiping her face, trying to ignore the stares and whispers about the troubled boy and crazy girl. She grabbed the tissues and did it herself and I focused on getting out of here. If I was here any longer I would kill my father. Not that I would regret it.

I maneuvered her in the crowd with my hands covering her eyes to block out my father and the people around us. And I walked up to a cop that had seen the whole thing.

"Hi sir, can we leave? I think we have caused enough trouble, I'm sorry." I took another glance at Annabeth and searched my pockets for gum. Maybe the sugar would help her.

I pulled it out and handed it to her. "Chew this, the sugar will help." I unwrapped it and gave it back to her as she wiped her face wit a tissue. She focused on chewing it and a shade of color returned to her face and I sighed in relief as the cop directed us out.

He opened the door and wished me luck with Annabeth.

"Thank you sir."

"Your doing a good job with her, I think she is in shock. May I ask what happened? I didn't hear." I covered her ears tight and told him we just discovered my father killed her family. "We go to the same orphanage."

"Well, I don't know what to say, has she had water?"

"Not since breakfast, I was going to go down a mile and get her a drink at the fast food joint."

"Wait here." He came back a minute later with a bottle of Dasani.

"Thank you, I need to go sit her down."

"I see that." Then he went back inside the prison and I set her down on a table outside. But I couldn't kneel down with her sitting on the bench so I lifted her onto the table. She seemed to stop crying and I put the tissues in my pocket.

"Annabeth, are you okay?" She nodded yes.

"Are you dizzy?" She nodded yes again.

"What about… do you feel like you are going to faint?" She nodded no. She looked better with the water and she was relaxing more.

"Okay, we will talk later, just forget it for now. Let's go eat." I handed her the notepad and pen, asking her where she wanted to eat.

In-n-out?

"I love that place," I said smiling.

*It is said in the new Heroes of Olympus series, it is said Rome wasn't built in a day, also in the website (it's almost done, go check it out!)

Well maybe next chapter I will have Annabeth's reaction. But if you are a reader of The Move In, I won't be updating it for a while, I am planning on what to do with it.