WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

Abuse is used in this chapter, along with suicidal thoughts. If you are a victim of child abuse, or thinking about suicide, please tell someone. Everybody loves you, and people can help you. I love you, and you deserve to be loved.

Percy

Gabe threw the beer bottle towards my face. Chips of glass cut deep in my skin, while one shard got into my eye. I wanted to yell, but it would make the punishment worse. I bit my lip, drawing blood. I closed that eye, and looked around with my other one.

"Next time you're going to school, tell me!" Gabe shouted, grabbing beer bottle from the floor and throwing them at me. I was glad I was wearing a sweater, or else I would be dead. Glass got stuck in my skin, while Gabe started taking off his belt.

I scampered to the corner of the room, trying to brace myself.

"C'mere kid!" Gabe yelled, and grabbed the collar of my sweater.

"Take your sweater off." He ordered. I refused, but then I received a punch in the face.

"Do what I say!" Gabe yelled and made another punch to my face.

I quickly took off my sweater, with a green t-shirt underneath.

"Face the wall!" Gabe ordered. I nervously turned around, and waited for the belt to contact my back.

Gabe started whipping me with the belt, the part with the metal piece. I tried not to scream, but I couldn't take it as I let out a little whimper.

"What was that? Remember Rule 5? No yells or whimpering!" Gabe started slapping my back with the belt more viciously. I bit my lip even harder, and kept in my screams. After 35 more whips later, he let go. He walked into the kitchen.

I breathed heavily, trying to contain the pain. Rule 3 was to stay put until Gabe said I could go. Or, there would be something even worse.

Gabe walked back into the living room, holding an empty beer bottle. He threw it towards my back, and some shards got cut into my arm.

He stood next to me and kicked me in the ribs. I laid there on the floor, curled up in a ball.

"Pathetic." Gabe spat and continued kicking me in the ribs. I winced every time Gabe's foot got in contact with my back. After 24 more kicks, he walked to the door. He grabbed his keys and looked at me.

"I'm going to go play some poker with friends. You better clean this up before Sally comes home. Don't disappoint me." And with that, Gabe slammed the door closed. On the ground, I peeked out of the window, and saw Gabe's truck roll out of the driveway.

Now it's time to let all the pain out.

So, I yelled. My back burned, and every time I tried opening one eye, it would start burning. Every time I tried to move my arms, parts of it would burn, because of the glass shards.

I slowly got up, and gritted my teeth. My ribs ached, but I had to clean myself and  the living room. I slowly walked towards my room and got into the bathroom.

I looked at my one closed eye, inspecting it. How the hell am I supposed to pull this out? I tried opening it, but it would just start burning.

Fight the pain

I opened my eye all the way, and I found the glass piece sticking in it. I slowly pulled it out, letting out screams. There was definitely internal bleeding, as I saw red lines all over that eye.

"Great." I muttered to myself.

I started picking out more glass from my skin, slowly and painfully. There was nothing I could do about the ribs or my back. My back stung, and every time I bent down it would burn.

Sometimes I wonder to myself, why can't it end? Why can't I be free? Why does my life have to be like this?

I can just end it. Why live it? I sighed while I stared at myself in the mirror. I'm a mistake. I don't deserve to live.

After I put on clean clothes, I rushed downstairs to clean the living room. I cleaned all the beer bottles and glass that was littered everywhere. I fixed the couch that Gabe was sleeping on, then headed into the kitchen. I cleaned up all the junk that Gabe ate, then I rushed upstairs. I went inside my room, and decided to take a shower.

It's going to burn. You might say. But water makes me feel a bit better. It's like it can heal me. It always washes away the pain.

I stripped and stepping into the shower. Relief escaped me as the hot water made contact with my skin.

After the shower, I quickly changed into new clothes, then went downstairs to the living room. Gabe always said that I couldn't watch t.v. but whenever he was gone, I took the chance.

I clicked on the t.v. and watched an old movie called The Outsiders. It was an okay movie, but I remember reading the book back in seventh grade. I prefer the book better. (A/N: I LOVE THE OUTSIDERS. My class finished reading it a month ago, and I'm obsessed with Johnny, Dally, Darry, Two Bit, Ponyboy, and Sodapop. ;> ) I heard a car pull up in the parking lot, so I quickly turned off the t.v. and dashed upstairs.

"Percy? Are you home, honey?" I heard my mom call my name.

I wore another sweater on top of my t-shirt and pulled up the hoodie.

"I'm here." I walked downstairs and hugged my mom.

"Percy, you're in the house, would you please pull down that hoodie?" My mom sighed and walked into the kitchen.

"Sorry mom. How was work?" I asked.

"The usual. Not really busy but not really slow either. How was your first day of school?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

My mind traced back to that Annabeth girl. She found out about the bruises on my face, and she was really bugging me.

"It was fine." I replied, staring at the wall.

"Percy, are you okay?" My mom started getting worried.

"I'm okay. Just a bit tired, that's all." I let out a fake yawn.

"Alright sweetie, go to bed. I'm sure you're pretty tired." Mom said.

"Alright. Goodnight mom." I walked up the stairs to my room, and closed the door.

I let out a sigh, and took off my sweater. I climbed into bed, and stared at the ceiling. I hope tomorrow will be better. But my dreams never come true. I closed my eyes, wondering what would happen tomorrow.

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