Gabe Ugliano was a horrible stepfather. When you moved in, Percy hoped that he would change, since you were Percy's girlfriend, and he hoped gabe wouldn't want to set a bad image.

That was not the case.

He drank too much, gambled too much, and let his temper do the rest. He was the kind of man who left bruises that didn’t fade, who made threats you knew he’d follow through on. He hit Sally, he hit Percy, and especially you.

He didn't like you being Percy's girlfriend, he didn't like the fact you had to move in, and he didn't like you.

Tonight had been no different.

All you had done was spill a glass of water on the counter. An accident, nothing more. But Gabe didn’t care about accidents. All he cared about was being pissed. So he grabbed you by the collar, his face red with rage and cheap alcohol, and made sure you paid for it.

Percy was forced to sit in your shared room, and listen frozen in place, his stomach twisting with every sound. It felt like it lasted forever.

He wasn't able to leave your guys room. If he did, gabe would hit him worse.

Instead, he had to peek through the crack in the door, and listen to the blows landing, watch your lips bleed, and watch the bruises form on your stomach.

"Stupid crop-tops!"

Gabe screamed at you, punching you in the stomach repeatedly, as you doubled over on pain, but he pushed you back up only to punch you again.

Percy shut the door, and sat against it, trying not to cry as he hurt the love of his life screaming in pain and the sounds of flesh on flesh, while his stepdad screamed.