Hey guys! I decided to take a whack on The Percabeth stories. :) So, if I do something wrong, please tell me so I can correct it. Also, this story will mostly be sad and full of pain but I'll try to enlighten the story soon. :D Also, have I mentioned Percy & his friends are 17 years old? Any who, here is the disclaimer.

Disclaimer- Me: I don't own Percy Jackson & The Olympians.

Prologue

Percy's POV

My name is Percy Jackson and I wish I was never born. Why? Mostly because I am living in my worst nightmare yet. See, My mom died and I never met my real father. My real father had left me and my mom when I was born, so I never get to see him or even meet him. My mom hadn't kept any pictures of him which was a big disappointment to me.

Anyway, when my mom died, my stepfather, Gabe Ugliano, started abusing me by the time I was 6 years old. He would always come home drunk and he would hit or kick or even slap me before he passes out on the couch due to tiredness. I don't understand why he's tired. I am the one who gets hurt!

The good thing is that Gabe hasn't rape me. Gabe had threatened me that if I tell anyone about him abusing me, I will get a huge beating, and he would kill all of my friends. That's why I keep my mouth shut. Whenever I go to school, I will be wearing a mask, hiding all of my problems, bruises, sorrow, and regret until I come home to receive a beating.

Everyone thinks I am a funny, energetic, and sweet guy but no one knows that I have been going though pain for the last 11 years. But that all changed when Annabeth Chase came into my life.

Chapter 1: My Abusive Stepfather.

"Come here, you little punk!" Gabe yelled walking toward me with a sly smile on his face. Obviously, he was drunk. As you can see, it was morning and I had to go to school in 1 hour but Gabe woke me up when he threw a book right at me. Can't a guy get any sleep?

Right now, I was on the floor groaning. I had blood all over my face, bruises on my arm, and my clothes were stained with blood.

Gabe picked me up by the front of my shirt and whispered in my ear, "Your going down, punk." He then threw me into the wall again making a huge noise but he didn't care. I swear I could here all of my bones screaming but I knew if I tried to scream, Gabe would hurt me even more. I don't even know if that is even possible in the condition I am in right now.

He then punched my stomach as I groaned, tears threatening to spill. I have a feeling I have a huge purplish bruise in the middle of my stomach. Oh boy. Gabe grabbed his beer bottle and threw it a couple of inches away from my face. Thankfully, it didn't hit me. Instead, it shattered right beside me. Gabe then kicked me in the leg for the last time before walking toward his couch, and he passed out.

I got up from the floor, and trudged to my bedroom walking slowly as possible. My legs felt like it was on fire as I walked into my room and started cleaning myself up. I had cleaned all of the blood off of my face, arms, and anywhere else that was visible.

I then added some medicine on my face to heal in a few hours. It burned as I flinched slightly. I then put some Band-Aids all over my arm so no one could see my bruises. I didn't want to risk that though; so I wore a long sleeves sweater to hide every inch of my flesh.

I got up from my bed, grabbed my backpack, and walked outside my room. I walked across the living room and prayed that I won't wake up Gabe. If I did- I would be in big trouble. I walked around the beer bottles that was on the floor, trash, magazines, and in no time flat, I reached the front door.

Thank god. I opened the door and walked out. I felt cool air touch my skin and I felt like I was free, so I didn't care how cold I was. I wanted to run as fast as I could but I have to go to school. I quickly walked to school, hoping that I am not late, and fortunately, I wasn't.

I walked into my classroom by the time the bell ranged. I sat down right beside Grover and I herd him whispered to me, "You were almost late." I laughed softly. "Yeah. I know." Anyway, I should tell you something about Grover. Grover has some kind of illness in his legs, so he has to use his crutches. He is lucky cause he gets to skip PE.

My other two friends, Nico and Thalia smiled at me. They were relieved that I got to class in time, cause our Latin teacher, Mr. Brunner doesn't like it when we're late. He is cool, though.

Anyway, Nico is 2 years younger than the rest of us. but he could be real smart when he wants to be. He is also kind of Goth looking. Meaning, He wears dark clothes all the time but he never acts like a Goth. He does have pale skin though. He also likes dead people which is kind of weird. But I mean, who could argue? He is kinda of Goth.

On the other hand, my friend, Thalia, has Spiky black hair, She wears Punk sort of style clothing, and she could be scary when she wants to be. Thalia, also has this silver bracelet and she wouldn't let anyone touch it. She has a best friend name Annabeth Chase and she is really smart. She sits in front of the class with the other geeks and she usually don't hang out with Thalia.

I kind of feel bad for her though. "Hey Percy," Nico whispered. "What happened to your face?" I had to think of an excuse cause I know if I told him the truth, Gabe will hurt him. And Nico is younger than me!

"I fell down the stairs." I said quickly. Thalia gave me a look. "You fell down the stairs and you got a big bruise on your cheek?" I nodded. "Yeah, pretty much." Thalia started to say something but she then changed her mind.

"Okay Class, Please hand in your essay." Mr. Brunner said, wheeling his way to the front of the class. Everyone started doing what Mr. Brunner had said. Dang it. I forgot to do my essay! See, Me, Nico, and Thalia have ADHD and Dyslexia. So that is why it's kind of hard for us to do any work or even pay attention in class. But they get their work done in time. Even Grover.

"Hey G-man," I said. "Can I borrow your essay." Grover shook his head. "Sorry Percy, but I gave you my essay the last time." I muttered a curse but then I turned toward Nico.

"Hey Nico, can I-" But somehow, Nico knew what I was going to say. "No. We both have the same symptoms but I don't get how you get your work not done in time." I groaned. If only he knew about my problems at home. If only he knew what I was dealing with. Then I bet he would let me borrow his essay.

Sometimes I wonder, what my life would be like without Gabe. I had always dreamed that my dad would come for me and take me away from Gabe after my mom had... died. But I knew that would never happen. I remember when Gabe caught me trying to run away when I was 12...

I was running. Gabe was passed out on the couch so I thought maybe I could run from Gabe. Wrong. I only ran two blocks before I reached the dead end. Uh oh. I was in some kind of dark alley and I heard rats all around me. I turned around, almost walking back, when I saw someone walking toward me with that evil smirk on its face.

Gabe.

"You little delinquent." Gabe had whispered to me when he grabbed my arm. I thrashed around trying to break free through his grip. "I told you once, and now I am going to tell you twice," He muttered in my ear as he punched my stomach.

He had covered my mouth with a cloth as I muffled a scream. "You can run, but you can't hide, punk. I will always be there making your life horrible." He slapped my face, kicked my leg, and dragged me home and I recieved a huge beating.

From that day on, I knew, no matter how hard I try to run away from Gabe, he will always find me.

There! Do y'all like it? And would you mind reviewing for me? I have been up late last night, trying to finish this chapter. I also promised that Annabeth will be in the next chapter soon. Anyway, I have to go. Bye! :)

~Peace-rocks123