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Percy's P.O.V:

Percy felt terrible as he leaned his against the dining table, the sharp edge poking his side.

Gabe came from the doorway, another beer in his hand, and Percy felt like kicking him as hard as he could.

He looked at Percy, his mouth set in one of his permanent disgusting frowns, "You done yet?"

"Depends," Percy said, leaning even harder against the table, wanting to feel the pain, "Am I supposed to be?"

Gabe narrowed his eyes and nodded, watching Percy with a dangerous look.

"Then," Percy said, almost smirking, "No."

Percy didn't exactly know why he was feeling like getting on Gabe's nerves today, knowing perfectly well that Gabe could hit him, but he felt a rush of anger towards Gabe, more than usual.

Gabe snarled at him, and immediately, Percy knew he hit the wrong note. "Listen up, kid, my buddies are coming over in less than two minutes, and this place better be cleaned."

Percy raised an eyebrow, "You mean you'll hit me if it isn't?"

Gabe rolled his eyes, and Percy almost snickered at how stupid he looked. "No," Gabe said, his voice steady. "I'll kill you."

Percy couldn't help himself, he laughed. "Then, who's going to do the dishes? The laundry? Clean the bathroom? The kitchen? Waste their time to make food for you? Endure your stupidness for years?"

Gabe looked at him with a cold look in his eyes, and Percy instantly regretted saying anything. He growled at him, in a disgusting way, and before Percy could realize what was happening, Gabe raised his arm and swung at him, hitting his fist with Percy's cheek.

Pain spread all throughout Percy's body, all his nerves screaming. Of course, Percy didn't exactly have a choice, resulting in him biting his lip from crying out.

He could feel blood rushing through his cheek, and knew Gabe had taken one of his harder blows.

Gabe growled at him, again. When he spoke, disgust was coloring his tone. "Look at you, you worthless bastard. Is that what you call a man? You're fucking pathetic, Jackson. You disgust me. Cowering away in fear? When will you learn to love pain?"

Percy bit his cheek, hard. I'll never become you.

When Percy didn't answer him, Gabe kicked Percy in the stomach, and Percy looked up at him, forcing his eyes not to water. Percy could feel vomit rising in his throat, and with effort, he swallowed it down, gagging at the taste.

"Answer me," Gabe sneered, and Percy resisted the urge to spit on him.

"I," Percy spoke, hatred filling his voice, "will never become like you."

A smirk dancing on Gabe's horrid lips, "No wonder your mom left you. Filthy bastard, why would anybody want you? Sally was right, you are worthless. How does it feel, kid? Knowing your own mother hated you? Left you because she didn't want you? Didn't need you? That's right, because nobody needs you."

Percy's heart felt like it was getting stabbed repeatedly. Every mention of his mother was a jab to the heart, and when Gabe said those words, Percy felt like dying. He never went to sleep without wondering why Sally left, and for years, Gabe had convinced him she wanted to get into the car accident- wanted to get away from Percy.

Even though he never knew his mother, Percy knew it was the truth. Why would his mother have wanted him, anyway? It made no sense.

Percy looked up at Gabe, who was staring back at him with a bitter grin. "She didn't hate me."

Gabe made a sarcastic noise, raising his eyebrow. "Yeah? Then what makes you think-"

He was interrupted when the doorbell rang, the sound echoing throughout the room. Gabe's "buddies".

"In your room," Gabe snarled, "And don't come out."

Silently, Percy set off to his room, and when he reached it, he slammed the door behind him, hoping Gabe heard it.

His chest feeling heavy, Percy slid his back onto the door, the wood pressing against his skin.

He realized he was crying when he felt his cheeks soaked, and quickly brushed them away, hating himself at the fact that he cried.

Percy hadn't cried in years, he couldn't remember the last time he cried, and here he was, crying because of the stupid bastard.

He hated how Gabe could and had been ruining his life, with just a single word about his mother. How he could be so abusive and manipulative, and Percy would just let him.

Of course, Percy hated himself for giving Gabe that power, for not learning to love pain like Gabe told him he should. He hated himself for being so weak, and for letting Gabe hurt him so easily.

Percy felt numb, as he clenched his fists together, hearing the sounds of Gabe's friends laughter booming, as they clinked their beer glasses together.

Suddenly, Percy got up angrily. He didn't know what he was doing exactly, but he felt his feet taking him to his closet, where he took a dark black bag out. Kneeling over it, Percy opened one of the smallest pockets, and before he knew what he was doing, pulled out something he hadn't seen in months.

The item was cool against his skin, and Percy went back to leaning against the wall, his breathing heavy.

It glinted against the light, and it brought shivers to Percy's skin as he touched it, remembering the old memories.

He traced the razor against his skin, the sharp edge poking at his wrist.

Gabe's words echoed in his head, you worthless bastard. Is that what you call a man? You're fucking pathetic, Jackson. You disgust me. How does it feel, kid? Knowing your own mother hated you? Left you because she didn't want you? Didn't need you? That's right, because nobody needs you.

Biting his lip, Percy shut his eyes as he slid the razor against his wrist.

Numbing the pain.

Annabeth's P.O.V:

"Annabeth!" Her father's voice echoed throughout the whole house, making Annabeth look up from the book she'd been reading.

"What is it?" She asked, wondering why the hell he had shouted when they were merely five yards away from each other.

"Where's your mother?" He questioned her, slamming a glass full of something -probably beer- onto the table.

Annabeth glared at him, "You care?"

After Frederick came back from "the park", he had regarded Annabeth immediately, when Athena was in the bathroom.

Annabeth turned when the front door opened, disgust creeping onto her as she saw her father, Frederick, the top of his shirt undone.

"You done?" She questioned him, her eyes cold, "You know, from your affair?"

Frederick looked at Annabeth with an annoyed look, like she were a pest. He shut the door, and took his shoes off before answering, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Annabeth."

Annabeth narrowed her eyes, "Really? So what did I see-"

She was cut off by Frederick pushing her against the wall, her back slamming onto the hard cement, making the walls shake and Annabeth's eyes to lose focus for a minute. Frederick grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, bringing it a little too low for Annabeth's comfort, and growled, his breath smelling of beer and something else Annabeth couldn't recognize, "Listen, you saw something you weren't supposed to. If you end up telling Athena, I can swear right now I will make your life a living hell, and you'll wish you would have ever told her."

Annabeth swallowed the bile rising in her throat as she spoke, "Why? It isn't as though my life isn't already miserable." She shrugged. "So go ahead, I will tell mom, and when I do-"

Gabe's grip on her shirt tightening, making it hard for Annabeth to breathe properly, "What the hell am I telling you? Don't. Tell. Her." His voice was steady, as he looked into her eyes, blue ones meeting with piercing grey.

Annabeth clawed at his fingers, needing him to let go. All it did was tighten his grip as he smirked.

"Say it," He said, tightening it by just a little more, "Say you won't tell her. Or I have absolutely no problem suffocating you."

Annabeth shook her head, but couldn't talk. She needed air desperately, and knew Frederick would be willing to suffocate her if she didn't agree.

He stared at her, and with no choice, Annabeth nodded. Frederick smirked at let Annabeth go as she gasped for breath, her face flushed.

Annabeth glared at her father, "I hate you."

Frederick smirked, repulsively. "Oh, honey, if I could kill you, I would."

Annabeth spat at him, disgusted. Before Annabeth could get away, Frederick spun her around, so they were inches away from each other.

His hand went down to the hem of her jeans, and Annabeth gasped as he pinched her flesh, pain tingling up her spine. Trying to push him off, Annabeth felt absolutely disgusted at the fact that her father was attempting to do this.

"Let me go," Annabeth demanded, and Frederick rolled his eyes, mockingly.

"What if I don't want to?" His hand slid under her shirt, and Annabeth almost threw up.

She pushed him away forcefully, with as much strength she could muster, and almost grinned when his back slammed against the edge of a counter.

Frederick looked at her with a look that obviously said "don't you dare bring it up". "Where is she?" He asked again, moving to get a beer from the bottle.

Shaking her head, Annabeth replied, "She's in her room, working."

Frederick turned to face her, "Do you know what day it is today?"

Annabeth looked at him, questioningly, "What?"

Frederick sighed, disappointed. "The Fourth of July."

"Oh," Annabeth said, having forgotten, "Right."

Frederick glared at her, "And do you know what we are doing today?"

Annabeth wracked her brain to remember, but had no success. "No."

"Dumbass," Frederick spoke, "How can you be so fuckimg stupid?"

"I get it from you."

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