I don't remember much, Annabeth taking me into her car, pain from me hitting my head on concrete, her apartment, now her bed.

I just remember, being triggered. Emma. Dead. Emma is dead. That's all is registering in my mind.

I shifted with a slight wince in pain, a gasp falling out of my mouth, Annabeth came over rather quickly. "Hey, Seaweed Brain, I'm right here." She crawled into the bed with me, stroking the back of my hair.

"I'm so sorry. That shouldn't have happened last night." I mumbled.

"Percy its alright." She smiled. "Even sometimes bad boys can have problems."

I rolled my eyes. "Not this bad boy."

I was mostly stripped. My chest bare, scars and tattoos hiding underneath him, nothing but boxers on. The scars of the past hurting coming into view.

Annabeth looked into my eyes. "Tell me what happened."

I looked at her once more before taking a breath. "Emma...my sister...she uh. Died." My voice cracked. "She had a baby, twins actually...pregnant at 17, as my mom said." This was all spilling out. "Emma I should say was my sister. She couldn't take care of Elijah and his twin brother, max, so she left us with my mom. She uh, well yeah."

Annabeth pulled me to her closely. "Hey its alright. You can cry."

And thats what I did.

I cried.