Chapter 22

Crystal was a huge boiling ball of anger and fury. She was a pretty temperamental person to start with, but right now, she was probably going to lose it soon from the amount of anger which possessed her at that moment.

Her dad's absurd, fierce words pierced through her brain again, replaying over and over.

"Annabeth rejected the inheritance, but that doesn't mean I'm still giving it to you. You give that photo to the public and I will publicly disown you, Crystal."

Fuck this, she hated feeling incapable and powerless. Her father was Poseidon. He could definitely and very easily make her life reach the very bottom of the hellish life she had lived with for the first fourteen years of her life. And she definitely didn't want to go back to that life again. For the past ten years after her life was switched, she had been living rich and spoiled— and she loved it. She loved it even more, since the girl she hated most was living the low life she had had.

And then that same bitch had to come back and ruin her life all over again.

Taking a sip of her Starbucks coffee, Crystal quickly fished her phone out of her pocket, ignoring Rachel who was talking in front of her.

When it comes to the red head, Rachel had gotten soft after the wedding. Crystal didn't trust her anymore. But she still enjoyed taking advantage of Rachel's overflowing bank account, since hers was still passcode protected.

Crystal tapped on her gallery and scrolled to the lovely blackmail picture she had on it.

I might not be able to make it public, but that doesn't mean I can still do at least a little bit of damage, She thought, scoffing very unattractively.

Rachel looked at her curiously, "What are you doing?"

"None of your business." she said with low evil contempt.

Rachel narrowed her green eyes at the raven haired girl she had once thought of as her younger sister. Now she was turning a bit deranged.

"Why are you acting all defensive all of a sudden? Is it something bad?"

"No." Crystal retorted with cruel malice, flipping her black glossy hair behind one shoulder.

"Crystal." Rachel said now in a dangerously calm voice that Crystal, had to admit, was intimidated by, "Hand over the phone."

"No. What are you my mother all of a sudden?"

"Hand. It. Over." The red headed girl glared so coldly and maliciously that Crystal complied with a look of defeat.

Rachel may be getting soft, but Crystal could never match her or ever dream to. She was her role model. If this were high school, Rachel would be the Queen Bee over everybody. She would have just been one of the bitches in her posse.

Crystal let out an angry sigh as Rachel looked at what was on her phone, her emerald eyes widening.

"What the fuck did you do?" The red headed girl said, glaring at Crystal.

Annabeth hitched a cab and went over to Luke's house.

She needed to break it off with Luke now for very obvious reasons. She had just cheated on him and she felt terrible. Her conscience would feel better if she quickly ended it with him.

Knocking on his door, she realized it was already open slightly.

That's weird.

"Luke?" she called throughout the apartment.

Her grey eyes scanned the place and that's when she noticed— it was a mess.

Everything was toppled over. Broken glass was scattered on the floor and plates had been crashed on walls. The TV had been smashed with a lamp.

Something definitely didn't settle right.

It was true that she and Luke weren't exactly best of buds lately. After the Percy-carrying-drunk-me-upstairs incident, Luke was a lot more overbearing and he took more pills than she was comfortable with. He hovered way too much and kissed her a lot more in public. And it wasn't loving, it was possessive— like she was a play thing that was all his to have. He was unsteady and she could feel it.

Annabeth stepped over glass and crushed lamps before getting to the door of his personal office. It was open and Annabeth peered inside.

Luke was at his desk, his face dark and brooding. The only thing light about him was his sandy blonde hair. His office was as messed up as the living room and kitchen. He seemed to be staring down at something on his phone.

"Luke. What's wrong?" She asked, trying to not sound scared out of her mind. Her eyes caught bottles strewn on the floor and his desk, "Have you been drinking?"

He didn't respond for a while until slowly his bloodshot blue eyes lifted up to mine. I flinched and let out a gasp. That wasn't Luke. He looked terrible. His glaring eyes were feral and had a sickly yellow shade to it. The skin of his face was becoming redder and redder and Annabeth knew it definitely wasn't from embarrassment— it was from anger. Pure drunkenly crazed insane anger. And the inflamed shade of his face made the rugged white scar down his eye even more prominent.

This wasn't Luke.

It wasn't.

"Here to break it off with me, huh Annabeth?" Luke said lazily drunk but still with a silent cold malice that chilled her spine.

She let out a sigh, "Luke. Just tell me what's wrong."

He let out a breathy scoff and looked straight into her grey eyes, "I'll tell you what's wrong…" he said relatively calm.

He was calm... that is before he suddenly flipped his desk over, making it crash loudly into the wall to the right of Annabeth. She pursed her lips, trying not to flinch or show any sign of emotion.

Luke was breathing hard now. The cell phone still within his grip. His hunched figure and height wasn't what made Annabeth want to make a run for it— it was his eyes. Those pale blue chilled savage eyes that bored into her and looked over her in what she had thought to be fury at first. But Annabeth knew better—

It was lust in his eyes.

Percy's phone rang and his face contorted into a confused expression seeing the caller ID.

It was Rachel and Rachel didn't contact him anymore.

"Rachel?"

Her voice was hurried and… scared.

"Percy! Thank the gods you picked up. It's Annabeth. I think— I know she's in trouble. Luke knows about the photo. And I know which photo you know I'm talking about, Percy. She's—"

"Thanks, I got it." he said cutting her off before hanging up.

Percy was already dashing out of his office as fast as he could, ignoring the stares he got and the people he bumped into. He knew very well that Luke had abandonment issues when he was little. He knew about Luke's previous drug problem, his scar was proof of his past rough childhood. So, if he knew about anything, Percy knew Annabeth wasn't safe. At all. Time was flying faster than him and he couldn't keep up. He needed to get there. He needed to protect her.

Because he was her brother who was also in love with her.

He needed to.

Before it was too late.

His arms shoved her hard and her head slammed against the back wall, making her head ring nauseatingly. The wind was knocked out of her and black spots clouded the edge of her vision. But she fought it. She couldn't lose it. Not now.

She probably deserved the crazed fury Luke was pouring on her. She cheated on him. Gods, and the guilt was eating her.

These thoughts of hers changed very quickly...

Luke saw Percy's love bite on her neck which she stupidly had left exposed. His eyes grew dangerously dark before he roughly attacked her neck, biting her. His teeth embedded in her skin. She winced as warm blood dripped down her neck and she knew his bites had penetrated her skin. Human bites were the worst kind.

Shit.

She tried to keep back a scream from slipping from her lips. His hands were everywhere, feeling her up with a craving that needed to be satisfied desperately and she was trying everything she could to stop him.

Finally she got her leg in the right position and kneed him hard— really hard— in the crotch. Luke howled and stepped away from her, crying in pain.

She took the chance and ran out of the door, fleeing across the room to the front door, before a strong arm grabbed her around her waist and ripped her away from the door. He flung her across the room so that her back hit something hard. Adrenaline was numbing any pain that she might have felt but hearing a crack, she knew— something was definitely broken. The scattered glass on the floor cut into her skin through the fabric of her clothes. Her breathes went uneven and rugged. A sheen of sweat covered her forehead and she couldn't run away now as Luke's figure came closer and closer.

Another second he was standing there and the next he was on top of her, pinning her down by her waist and arms. She caught a look of his eyes and regretted it. There was nothing but terrifying uncontrollable madness in them.

"Luke," she said almost in a whimper, "Stop…I'm sorry."

His eyes went soft for only a split second before turning feral again. He crashed on her lips, kissing her lustfully, making her lips hurt as she felt the buttons of her jeans go undone.

Oh gods, she needed to think fast.

With her hand free from Luke's as he was busy working at her jeans, she got a shard of glass on the floor and stabbed it deep in his arm. She knew she could have killed him by stabbing him in the neck, but she didn't want to kill the guy. Luke grimaced, but ignored the pain as he still came onto her, hungrily ripping her shirt off with one rough hand.

He started kissing with insane desire and hunger down her now bare stomach. She felt sick to the bottom of her stomach, trying not to let a scream rip out from her lungs. Annabeth did the first thing that came to mind. She bit him hard on the same arm with the shard sticking out of it.

That got him to get off of her.

He looked furious at her and slapped her hard across the face. Her eyes went blurred and her cheek stung wildly. Her panting breathes came out ragged.

"Fucking bitch!" he shouted at her, "You'll pay for that."

He tackled her and grabbed her arm, pinning it down to the floor. She was sure she was going to get a panic attack.

His weight was so suffocating on her she couldn't move.

"Say that you're mine!" Luke said, almost too calm for Annabeth's comfort.

"No." she said, just as calmly. That angered him. He leaned down and bent over her arm.

A sharp agonizing pain shot through her arm. She bit the inside of her mouth, trying not to let out a scream.

"Say it!" He said suddenly more loudly.

Her grey eyes firmly met his, "No." A low, but vicious growl sounded from his lips.

The pain once again pierced through her arm. She then realized the source of the pain. He had a swiss army pocket knife in his hands.

Oh gods, he's... carving something into me, she thought, fear threatening to break her.

When he realized she was too stubborn to say it, he gruffly got off of her. Annabeth closed her eyes, not daring to look over at what was on her arm.

Now she just wanted to lose consciousness and give in. It seemed so much better to just let herself sink into darkness. But then, just as she was about to- two sea green eyes came into her thoughts. His warm smiling face. His welcoming embrace.

Percy.

She heard Luke scramble for something in a drawer. And she didn't want to stick around to see what it was he was searching for, but she couldn't move. Her ribs were screaming. It still felt like razors were ripping at her arm. The pain was so strong, her vision was blurring white at the edges. The pain was ringing.

When she painfully got herself up in a half sitting position against the couch, she found herself face to face with a gun, pointed straight at her.

With eyes wide in horror, Annabeth froze in her spot.

Luke's face was emotionless. She would have liked it better if he was smirking evilly. His expression just made everything worse. Luke's eyes glared holes in her as she stayed there helpless.

Powerless.

Scared.

She lifted her hands up, trying not to wince from the acute pain that shot through her ribs from the action, "You win, Luke."

Annabeth continued in as sweet of a voice as possible,

"I'm yours.

Forever.

I made a mistake.

So, you can put the… gun… down now.

Luke, I know you're just a bit out of yourself right now, but you need to get a grip of yourself.

It's me. Annabeth

Would you ever hurt me?" She knew she was bluffing, but he didn't seem to notice. His blue eyes cleared and Luke slowly lowered the gun and was about to drop it, when the cursed darkness soon overcome him again.

"Sorry, but...I already have."

"What?" Her grey eyes were still trying to keep herself awake.

For the first time he let a smirk spread across his face and Annabeth didn't like it any better than his emotionless rage.

"I cheated on you with my colleague. So, yes. I've already hurt you. But then again, you cheated on me too. I guess we're even." Luke still thought she had slept with Percy the day the photo was taken, though it didn't matter since she cheated anyways.

She didn't look surprised, but her eyes placed more of a glare at him.

"And you're still mine." He said with a wicked, insane grin.

Annabeth scoffed bitterly, "Go fuck yourself."

Luke's eyes clouded with furious psychotic rage as he completely lost it and furiously pulled the trigger not caring where it aimed.

…

Pain.

Unbearable, excruciating, nauseating pain.

She had never known pain like this.

Maybe emotionally, but not physically.

She vaguely heard the front door get smashed to bits.

She heard commotion.

She heard sirens.

She heard yelling, screaming, her name being called.

Then she felt something… warmth. A comforting warmth that she immediately let herself give in to. Her eyes saw nothing but black spots. She was losing too much blood.

She knew she was going to pass out any minute.

Her eyes cleared for one moment before she slipped into unconsciousness.

And the memory of what she saw remained imprinted in her head.

It was the image of two sea green eyes looking down at her.

Author's Note:

Thanks for the reviews guys! I'm glad you liked the Percabeth. :D

Sorry if this was totally cruel to put in after the last chapter, but it was sort of necessary to get rid of Luke. He's at a lot of fault, but all fingers point at Crystal for sending the photo in the first place. Am I right?

Review and tell me what you think! Hope this chapter was fairly interesting.