Disclaimer: I do NOT own Percy Jackson.
A/N: I have risen from the dead! Not really, but it's an update! Sorry for the long wait, I know I'm terrible and this updating thing nowadays, and my updates just aren't as frequent. I have Broken planned out pretty well, I know kind of what'll happen, so you guys will have to wait and see. And, before I go on rambling about something, let's start the chapter! :)
Percy's P.O.V:
The wind of the San Francisco air, even at five in the morning, rushed through Percy's face as he walked, too tired to run.
He didn't know where he was, but it was deserted; the road he walked on. Like a scene in a horror movie, yet the movie was too real to actually be one.
The sky was a brilliant shade of dark and light, as if the darkness was trying to dominant the light, but Percy didn't notice that. He was tired, an hour of endless walking and anxiety, having no idea where he was to go, or when he'd get to his destination was making him feel somewhat sick.
He thought about his school, and how it would be starting soon, or about Gabe, and what he'd do once he realized Percy had left.
Just the thought made him shudder. Gabe. The man who ruined his life, terrified him, hit and beat him, taken advantage of him, and things Percy couldn't even think about without wanting to gag.
And what would the people do if they saw a random 15-year old boy just walking the streets alone? Wouldn't they call the police?
Percy had never wanted to get the police involved. It wasn't an issue he wanted to share with other people, how bad his situation was, even if they'd help him. He was perfectly capable of dealing with things himself. Besides, he already knew how stupid and messed up he was, he didn't want to share it with anybody else.
Then Rachel popped up onto his mind. She was delicate, not in a way of being capable of being hurt, but in a way of getting hurt easily. He didn't know what she'd think of him when she figured out he'd left. For one thing, he knew she'd hate him. Who wouldn't hate their boyfriend if they ran away from their problems? He knew he was being a coward, and wasn't afraid to straight up admit it. He thought about Rachel's frizzy hair, and how her soft voice used to cry as he held her when she complained about her dad. The thought of him leaving her made hatred swell up inside him, and he felt the urge to slam his head against the nearest pole he could find.
Trying to ignore it, Percy kept on walking, even though his legs were aching. The weight of the backpack, even though it wasn't too heavy, was like a burden, reminding him of everything he'd left.
Looking ahead of him, Percy saw the road stretched on, and he sighed to himself as he slung the backpack over his shoulder again.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to run away. Maybe it would've been better if he just endured Gabe, after all, he'd been doing it for as long as he could remember. What was three years more?
But you're too stupid for college. A voice inside of him rang, and Percy bit his lip as he tried to ignore it.
Isn't that why your mother died? Probably did it on purpose. Nobody would want to raise a bastard son like you, who can't even do well in school.
Percy tasted blood in his mouth. He hit the ground with more pressure as the wind sent chills up his spine, and closed his eyes as he walked.
Attempting to block out the voice in his head didn't work, and Percy really wished he had his razor with him. He wished that his mother had never died, his father had never left, Gabe had never existed, and that he wasn't such a mess up.
But then again, he thought. Life wasn't paradise.
And it never would be.
Percy looked around the small town he had came across, and hoped nobody noticed him.
He caught some confused and suspicious glares, but other than that, nobody seemed to care.
It was around eight, Percy guessed, judging by the color of the sky. He'd sat down on the sidewalk to take a break, having been walking for over a dozen hours.
Slight panic was starting to go through him, knowing he had no place to stay, but he did his best to try to hide it and brush it off.
His legs ached, and he shut his eyes as he stretched them. The weight of his backpack was his rock, as he leaned back and bit his lip.
Sleepiness was taking control of him and for a second, Percy thought about just falling asleep on the sidewalk.
His stomach growled, and Percy felt the burning sensation of hunger. Once again, he ignored it, not wanting to waste any food unless necessary.
Taking a deep breath, he stood up again, and slung his backpack over his shoulder. A stirring feeling of fear running through him.
Real men don't get scared.
Gabe had told him that when Percy was six, having came back crying after he saw a car accident happen right in front of his eyes.
The pavement hurt against his feet, but he willed himself to keep walking.
After a couple minutes, Percy's eyelids were drooping, his body begging for sleep.
He didn't notice what was happening in front of him, but before he knew it, he was sent flying to the ground, his backpack on the floor.
He looked up to see a girl on the floor, and quickly stood up, cursing under his breath (which he seemed to be doing a lot lately).
"I'm sorry," He said, holding his hand out.
The girl looked at him with her brown eyes, suspiciously, but took his hand. She pulled herself up, and brushed invisible dirt off of her jeans. "No problem."
"Are you hurt?" Percy asked her.
The girl smiled, "No. You dropped your backpack, though."
And before he could say anything, she picked it up.
"What's in here?" The girl asked, as she struggled to hold it. It slipped from her grip and fell to the floor with a thud, and she shook her head and picked it up again, this time using both hands.
Percy shrugged. "Things."
A corner of her mouth quirked up. "Never would've guessed."
Percy smiled, slightly.
"What's your name?" The girl questioned, handing his backpack over.
"Um," Percy said, not sure whether he should tell her or not. "Peter."
"You don't look like a Peter," the girl stated.
Percy laughed nervously. "Never heard that before."
She looked at him with a weird glance before holding her hand out.
"Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Bianca."
Annabeth's P.O.V:
The box came down with a loud crash as Annabeth reached up and tried to save it. Instead, it felt on her leg instead, and slight pain shot through her.
Muttering, Annabeth bent down to pick it up as she placed it next to her. She watched it, feeling a mixture of emotion at the unmoving object. Her head was pounding, and she felt her face getting flushed and warm for no reason.
"Annabeth, honey?"
Annabeth turned to find Athena standing in a doorway, her hair messily down in waves, her grey eyes tired.
Turning back around, resulting in making her back face her, Annabeth replied, "Yes?"
"Are you okay? I heard a crash."
Yes, mom, I'm perfectly okay at the fact that you're sending me off to live with my dad, whom I hate, just because you don't care about me. "I'm fine."
Annabeth heard Athena sigh, then the sound of her footsteps as she walked towards her daughter. "You don't sound fine."
"Well," Annabeth responded, bitterly. "It isn't like you care, anyways."
Again, Annabeth heard a sigh, then hands on her shoulders. "Annabeth, look at me."
Shaking her head, Annabeth brushed the hands off as she reached for more boxes in front of her. She bit her lip as emotions she didn't want came through her, and kept her gaze focused on the boxes.
"Annabeth."
"Leave me alone," Annabeth said, and she could hear her voice become heavy, and scolded herself.
"Annabeth-" Athena's voice was softer, yet Annabeth didn't turn around.
"Leave me alone," Annabeth repeated. "I have packing to do."
"Annabeth."
Annabeth sighed, irritated as she turned to her mother, who was watching her with an unexplainable look. "What?"
"I want to talk to you."
Annabeth laughed, bitterly. "About what?"
"I'm-"
"I know what you are," Annabeth told her, knowing she was being rude, but unable to help it.
Shock spread throughout Athena's features. "You do?"
"Yes, I do," Annabeth told her, "You're the worst mother ever."
Hurt flashed in Athena's eyes, and Annabeth couldn't help but feel bad. "I-"
"Athena!" Frederick's voice boomed from the kitchen, and Athena looked at Annabeth one last time, but it was clear that she didn't intend to say anything.
"You can go and leave me," Annabeth said. "After all, you must be used to ignoring me, right?"
"Honey-"
Again, she was cut off, this time, by Annabeth. "Just go, he's calling you."
Athena was silent for a moment, then, wordlessly, left the room, leaving Annabeth, once again, in loneliness and silence.
She hated it. She hated her mother for not wanting her, hated her dad for being such an asshole. It was one thing to move to another house, but all the way across the country in a place with people she had never met? She'd go to high school there, and just the thought made her anxious and sick.
And here she was, trying to find the right boxes for when they'd move in a week. Annabeth felt a piece of her missing, she felt this lingering sadness that was there when she cried herself to sleep, and when she woke up the next morning. It was something she'd grown used to after they had gone to court, and welcomed it.
Taking a deep breath and steadying herself, Annabeth scowled when she felt tears on her cheeks, and cursed at herself, for about the tenth time that hour. You're not supposed to cry. You're supposed to suck it up and deal with it. Life won't be fair.
She looked at the boxes piled up, and felt a surge of tiredness overwhelm her. For a moment she thought of it as nothing, but then it spread throughout her body, and she felt pain, and suddenly couldn't breathe. Trying to gasp for air, completely stunned, Annabeth clawed at her throat.
It felt like cinnamon had gotten stuck inside her throat and she felt panic go through her.
Blinking rapidly, Annabeth tried to grab a hold of the boxes, but failed, as they, too, fell to the floor, along with her, and Annabeth heard the thump of them falling just as darkness enveloped her.
A/N: How much do you hate me? It's been over a month, and I'm sorry. Life is hard, it's been stressing and hectic, and I don't know, you guys. I'm really sorry. School. I have so many things I need to do, and study, which I've been procrastinating on cause I'm a piece of shit, but nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoyed this very late chapter.
TigerL1ly81: Yay! I'm glad it was somewhat accurate. Yeah, I'll change the "your honor" things. Thank you!
theartnerd333: Haha, you hate who you want to hate! Just wait and see ;) Thank you so much!
ShatteredOwl: Thank you! I feel bad for them too. Of course I'll keep writing ;)
uneednotnomyname: Hey, of course! You don't know how happy it makes me to respond to your reviews. Thank you! I'm speechless at this review, holy crap. :)
Valdez-The-Repair-Girl: Not necessarily. Do you think everybody in court tells the truth? We all have a little bit of evil inside of us. Which sounds weird, but I hope I make sense? Lemons? I'm not sure. On Frederick, I won't make it, like, too extreme. But you know. Keep on suggesting, love! I love your reviews. :)
IamCrystalClear: Thank you for reading! I guess you'll have to see what happens with Percy and Annabeth ;)
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TheViolinWriter: I'm blushing, thank you so much! I'm sorry I haven't updated. I suck, I know. Nonetheless, hope you liked the chapter? Let me know!
Guest: Thank you! I dunno; is she alive? ;)
greekgeekgirlbro: Sometimes adults can be just as bad as they make kids seem to be. Yeah, Percy ran away. Whether he's safe, I can't answer ;) Thank you! I wish I could send a virtual hug. You're awesome! ;)
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That's all of the reviews. I need to study, and I have all this testing and things and I'm annoyed and stressed along with overwhelmed. I apologize. I'm gonna try to update, but I'm gonna focus on finishing TWSH first. Two stories at a time is stressing. Anyways, you guys stay safe. Keep smiling, xxx.