I wobbled, my leg throbbing. I didn't have long until another blow would come. I quickly shuffled away as a leg came towards me again, but ended up getting hit in the chest anyway.
There was yelling, oh yes, but I found himself not able to comprehend what it was saying. But I got the point.
Gabe wanted to hurt me. And it was working.
It wasn't like I was unable to fight back. I was strong for a twelve year old and could easily break his jaw if I wanted.
I wanted to. Badly.
But if I fight back, my mom gets it. And she's had her share of pain, but if I can spare her a beating, I would and I will. I'm not afraid of pain. I'm afraid of her pain.
Gabe took one last kick to my stomach and was finally satisfied. I heard the door close as he probably went to go drown himself in alcohol again. I was safe.
My breathing was hollow as I carefully picked myself up. I winced. At least I wasn't coughing up blood this time. I inspected my new wounds. I rolled up my sleeves and found a few new bruises. Those were easy to cover. All I had to do was wear long sleeves. The problem was the black and blue bruise blossoming on my face. I could cover minor scratches with makeup, but I will probably have to make up a story for this one.
My little cousin hit me with a baseball bat at our family reunion. It was believable and made sense. Good enough. No one ever really asks me questions anyway.
I limped over to my room, collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep.
Turns out, I didn't even have to make up a story. Some people looked at me wierdly but didn't say anything.
"Hey, dude, what's wrong with your face?" A kid asked me as school went out.
He had blonde hair, was only a little taller than me, and the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen.
"You gotta problem with my face?" I said menacingly, hoping to scare him away. I didn't need human contact right now.
He didn't look too scared. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that- did someone hit you?" He asked as if he was genuinely concerned.
"Yeah," I mumbled. "Little cousin accidentally hit me with a baseball bat,"
"Oh," he stared at me for a while. I turned away to avoid eye contact. "Do you want to play basketball with me?"
"I can't" I mumbled. "Sore leg." I wasn't lying.
"You've got a lot of injuries, huh?"
I felt a tiny smile creep to my lips a weird lifting in my chest. "Yeah,"
"Well, maybe we can sit down and talk. I've been kind of bored these days." He suggested.
I did some quick calculations in my head. Gabe won't come home from his stupid poker games until 7:30 p.m. Maybe later. I smiled at the boy.
"Alright, then," I said. He held out his fist for a fist bump. I delivered.
"I'm Jason," He said, grinning. I noticed a pale white scar on his lip.
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(High school AU) Percy: The boy you see in class with messy hair and torn jeans. The "bad boy" who constantly gets detention from Mr.D. Some say he's troubled, but to his teachers, he's just trouble. Sarcastic, stubborn, and rebellious. But then the...