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Percy's Pov~

As we made our way back to the other prison- that we live in- Annabeth calmed down quite a bit. But every once and a while she would start crying, which I could understand.

But as I walked into my room with her, she had a different expression on. Not a remorseful one, but…surprised? I laid down on the bed and tried to clear my head, but the anger came back. And I rubbed my head to make it better, but it didn't work and I looked at Annabeth.

She shook my shoulder and pointed to her throat.

"What? Does your throat hurt?" She nodded no and cleared her throat.

"Percy." She said it in a beautiful tone of voice and said it again.

"Percy…"

"Oh my gods Annabeth! How did you do it? Can you talk anymore?"

"I think so." She still spoke in the most beautiful voice I had ever heard, but it cracked when she said think.

"Oh my gods. How can you do it?"

"Your dad," her voice cracked then she paused and spoke again. "He shocked me back to talking. Like he traumatized me into not talking." Her voice cracked a few times, but I was still fascinated with the sound that came out, I must have looked like an idiot.

"How-Why didn't you talk earlier?"

"I didn't think I could, but I felt it, Percy. I knew I could talk," her voice cracked and she blushed more, "I don't know how, but I did feel it. But I'm not to enthused on the cracking." I gave her a hug.

"I like the cracking. You have the best voice I had ever heard." She pulled away at that one.

"I doubt that."

"No, really. It's really…beautiful." She blushed at punched my arm.

"Your cheesy."

"No if I were cheesy I would have added 'just like you' after that."

She shrugged. And I knew I needed to get the elephant out of the room.

"So…I really am your nightmare."

"What?"

"Well your bad dreams are about what my dad…did."

"Yeah. But it… I couldn't believe I would see him again. Your dad tried to rape me after he killed them. Did you know that?" No, I didn't and if I would have I would have killed him at the prison. Annabeth must have saw the look because she turned… I don't know what she was thinking.

"Percy, calm down."

"I can't, he tried to rape you."

"I know but…" She couldn't think of something to say, she looked as mad as me, but she was trying to ignore it.

"God that bastard has nerve." At least he was sentenced life in there, and I will only visit him once; I already have and won't need to again. But I was so mad! And counting to ten wasn't going to help this time, but one look at Annabeth made me calm a little.

"What is it?"

"I don't remember it. That day led to some blackouts, besides my voice stopping. And I remember getting knocked down and waking up to a neighbor pulling him off me. But the court ordered a test about it, to see if he did rape me or not." My dad couldn't of…

"What did the test say?"

"It said I was still pure. But the court charged him with sexual harassment along with the murders."

Annabeth's Pov~

He looked relieved, and I was too. I could talk, and the more I told Percy, the better I felt. Though I still hate his father, I could never hate Percy. But I knew my new nightmares would be about the prison- Gabe, Percy's reaction, and this talk. But I wasn't to happy that it would be like that, but I knew by subconscious enough.

Although I can't deny that I have a different outlook on Percy, I couldn't hate him for his father. He seemed to hate him too, and he took care of me when I was paralyzed by my own fear. I know my mind opened something from the blackout because I saw flashes of what Gabe did to me. I remember him jumping on me and making me feel dirty. But I know why I didn't like Percy rubbing my back a few weeks ago, or was it months? Because his dad did it to me when he was messing with me. But I can't help but feel week about what happened after I saw Gabe.

If I were to relive it, I know I would do the same thing because I was paralyzed again, and a robot. I don't even know why I regret it, Percy didn't seem to feel burdened by it, he helped me and I couldn't help but admire him. He took care of me. Even when I wasn't okay.

But the talking to him…it seemed private. I didn't feel that it would be fair for me to talk with Percy first and then go of trying to yell 'look at me, I can talk!' But I was in no way happy about how my voice worked. It cracks constantly and I haven't mastered how to control the volume in the few words I have said. I start at a normal volume and end with a whisper, but the more I try to keep my voice tone higher, the more I whisper.

"Percy?"

"What? What's wrong?" He looked at me frantically.

"I'm fine. I wanted to ask you," I paused so I could raise my voice from a whisper. "Are you okay? You seemed pretty upset at your father."

"It's just, I didn't know. And neither did you."

"Yeah but-"

"I was mad the other day because my father called me. Sorry I took it out on you." I felt bad then, because I tried to yell 'screw you' to him when he was in a bad mood about his murderer father.

"Percy. Can we just forget about this?"

"What?" Why was he angry? He was almost shouting.

"Can we," I took another breath," Just forget about your father? I don't want to think about him."

"But, don't you want to tell me what happened? Shouldn't I know?" He looked very mad suddenly, though at his father or myself- I am unsure.

"I don't like talking about it," I say, whispering.

"But can't you at least tell my what my father didn't? All I know is you have dreams, no nightmares about what my father has done. And all I know about them is that sometimes they are the real version of the murder, and sometimes I… I turn into my father," He says softy at the end.

"But I can't… no I don't want to tell anyone." I look down and twiddle my thumbs together.

"Not even me?" The tone of his voice made me feel horrible, hurt and.. Well just hurt. He looked at me from beneath his lashes, but it was only because he was trying to hide his eyes… that were brimmed with water-tears. I am making him cry?

"Percy I-"

"No, Annabeth, I get it. It traumatized you. I'm sorry." But as he said it, he was still hurt and one of the tears brimmed over. He quickly wiped it and got up to fiddle with stuff on his desk, organizing it. My heart broke a little inside.

"No, Percy I get it, but your right. You should know why you are putting up with nightmares that you don't know contain." I got up and rubbed his back but he flinches away from me.

"No." Even with the one word his voice broke and he was wiping his eyes furiously and his ears were red.

"I' m going to take a shower real quick." He turned so I couldn't see his face and walked into the bathroom. And a few seconds later I heard the shower run and I sighed, laying on his bed. I waited for him to get out, but it was taking longer than normal, so I took a math book out and got a lesson ahead by the time he came out.

But my breathe stuck in my throat when he walked out in only a towel around his waist. His black hair looked almost streaked with purple and water was dripping from it and his green eyes sparkled more than usual. He looked around and looked stunned when he saw me on his bed.

"Oh," his voice cracked and I noticed the pink shade to his eyes. "I didn't realize you would still be here." He turned and got into a 'dresser' to retrieve boxers and a white undershirt with sleeves. He went into the bathroom once more and came out dressed in the boxers and shirt, throwing is towel into a basket by the door.

I nodded to answer him, afraid my voice would crack.

"Do you want to skip dinner? I'm tired." He laid down and took the math book off the bed.

"Sure," I squeaked. He sat down next to me but before he turned off the light, I tugged on his shoulder.

"What?"

"I'm not dressed."

"Oh," He said getting up to find me night clothes I'm sure. He wandered and retrieved me the same thing he was wearing, but different colored boxers- dark blue.

"Your boxers?" I said blushing.

"Why not? Unless you want to walk all the way to your room and get clothes and dress.."

"Whatever Seaweed Brain." (AN- yeah I'm sticking with the names. J)

I came out of the bathroom feeling very baggy with Percy's clothes on me. Maybe this shirt was a size bigger than normal, though it fit perfectly on Percy, very fit even. And I felt weird wearing his boxers over my panties but I could live, I was far to tired to go to my room.

So I laid down next to Percy and waited to talk with him in the morning.

This has been complete for a while, but I forgot to update, sorry. I am going to be focused more on my other stories at the moment. So look at my new story- Head Cannons- and I will be working on the sequel to my first story- The Move In. J