Hope.. That's What I've Got To Keep. (Percy Jackson Story)

"ARAPOTHOS!"
"Yes?"
"Get your ass* in here this instant, you ungrateful bastard!"
"Yes, father."

Oh, well, hi there. You have happened to have stumbled across my tragic life.
The name's Arapothos. Not the quite known name, I know. It's greek. It kinda sounds like Porthos, from The Three Musketeers. Without the "r" after the "o"
Last name's Jenetini. Almost like a name of a pasta.
Three Musketeers Pasta...
Chocolate covered pasta..
Mmmmmm..
Now, where the hell should I start?
You already know my name.... Oh, yeah. I'm 15. I'm turning 16 real soon. My "Sweet" Sixteen...
Or is that only for girls? A guy's "Sweet" sixteen.
Why is the 'sweet' in air quotes, you might ask?
My life's hell. I'm looking forword to the day I can leave this dreadful house.
Oh, yeah, I should say, I don't have parents.
Well, I have adoptive.
Yes, i'm adopted.
The "Father" I call is an alcoholic.
The "Mother" Is a drug addict.

Well, i've been ranting how my life's hell, so, let me bring you to an almost normal day.
Come on.

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"Yes, father, what would you like?" I ask my adoptive father as I come into the room. He had a beer bottle in his hand. His breath smelled strong of beer. He wasn't that drunk to walk, or slur his words. Oh, how lucky am I? sarcasm

"Arapothos, have you finished your chores?" Father asked sickly sweet. I tensed up and looked a bit uneasy at his facial expression. His unshaven face, sickly sweet yellowing teeth smile, his eyes almost crazed...

"Yes, father." I managed to choke out and I moved my hair out of my eyes.

"LIAR!" Father yelled, smacking me hard across the face. I bit my lip to keep from yelling in pain as my cheek started to throb. I bit my lip too hard and tasted blood. I then looked up as his expression went sickly sweet into a very pissed off expression.

"Come here." Father said, gritting his teeth to the point that if he gritted it harder, i'd shatter into a million pieces. He then roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen. I gritted my teeth to try to withstand the unbearable pain that came from his tight grip.

"You're hurting me." I choked out, then swallowed the pool of blood forming in my mouth.

"Good, you lying twit.." Father said, then went to the table and smacked me hard against it. Like a cop would smack the robber against the wall, on the ground, or on top of the cop car. I tasted more blood as my teeth hit my upper lip and I swallowed more blood.. Is that unhealthy? He then brought my arm behind my back with great force.

"You forgot to clean off the table." Father said, sickly sweet and I heard a bone crack. Great. He dislocated my elbow again.. Or did he pop it back in place? It's too many times to remember. He then grinned pleasurably at the crack and let go. I then sat up and rubbed my jaw, then looked at his face. He was quite pleased. He then grabbed a washcloth, got it wet, then twisted it and smacked me hard on the back of the head. I yelped in pain and he threw it carelessly on the table.

"Clean it off." He said and pushed me into the table as he walked away. I groaned as it collided with my gut and doubled over in pain. I nonetheless started to scrub and clean off the table.

"I need to get that mop of hair cut again. ." He said, coming back and grabbing a handful of hair from my head and examing it. "Yet you do take very good care of it. . No lice, dandruff, dirt, anything.."

I tilted my head as he grabbed my hair and then he let go.

"WHY DID YOU STOP SCRUBBING?!" He yelled, then he pushed me into the table again and I ignored the searing pain in my stomach and kept on cleaning the table. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and saw him take another swing of his beer.

"Great, man, take another swing of your damned beer and keep on abusing me.." I muttered silently, then coughed to cover it.

"Poor Arapothos. Are you catching a cold?" Father asked me, fake care in his voice and i shook my head. I've been prone to sickness, but father didn't give me medication. He'd wait for it to pass. "Good."

I gulped as he walked away out of the kitchen and I dried off the table, then put the rag in the sick and rinsed it out. I then went through the house to see if everything was clean. I certainly didn't want to get beat again. I then let out a relieved sigh and went out in the backyard. The fences were high so I wouldn't escape and the side doors were locked with a big electronic lock. They've gotten key locks, I always cracked it open with a bobby pin. They've got combination but I've cracked the code. Now, it's voice automated. Only opens with Father's, Mother's, and Brother's voices.

Actually, Father's real name is Robert, mother's real name is Lauraine, and brother's name is Byron.

I have a younger sister, Jane, younger brother, Shayne, and an older brother, Brandon. Last I saw them is when I was five, and adopted by Robert and Lauraine.

I luckily attend school, but Byron goes to a private school while I go to public. I don't get rides like Byron. I have to walk. It's like 6 blocks but i'm pretty fit. Skinny, but fit. I don't have a bike, or scooter. I have a skateboard. I had to buy it myself, and I was trained by my friends. I got a dollar a week from Robert. I'd be lucky to get two dollars. Hey, it went from penny, nickel, dime, quarter, 50c, to a dollar. Byron has very nice and caring cousins and aunts and uncles. They send me about 20 bucks a week. I get the mail and slip my envelope in my pants, or shorts. No one'd dare trespass there.. Cept i've been r@ped before. But that's when I was 7.

I have my own room. It consits of a ceiling fan with light, fan, dresser, mattress, closet. That's it.. Mostly.. At least I don't have a cuppord under the stairs like Harry Potter.

We don't even have one under the stairs, luckily.

Well, you've learned alot about me dear reader. But i'm not an easy book to read. There's still a lot about me you don't know.

I forgot to say, to those who haven't figured out. I'm a guy. Yep.

I have shaggy wavy-curlish black hair, and deep blue eyes. I'm pretty pale and skinny. I have ADHD and dyslexia, and about a million other disorders. Compliments to Robert. I'm marked with numerous scars and bruses. My wrist, arm, knee, and leg has all been broken before and I'm deaf in one ear, so i've learned sign language just in case. I have glasses too, I mostly wear contacts though. I do cut myself. Marks on my wrist to prove it. I've tried commiting suicide, but got caught and beaten. Just when i'm about to give up hope, or I need help, I hear a voice in my head. I can barely understand it and I don't know if it's male or female, but it helps me.I'm also bi-polar. I have also been bullied to the point i've fought people and ditched school. I have numerous suspenditons and been expelled 3 times. I have a deep love for music. I stole myself an ipod and bought my own headphones. I also have a phone. I play every instrument, but I play guitar, drums, and piano the most. I also sing.

Well, that's it for now.

I hope to survive another day to talk to you, dear reader.

Best wishes,

Arapothos.