Prologue:

Percy POV

I watched Mommy and Smelly Gabe talk from my door, even though Mommy told me not to. I just couldn't stand not knowing what was happening to her when she's alone with Smelly Gave, since he's as bad as Captain Hook in Peter Pan. Smelly Gabe was drinking his special drinks again, which usually makes him really angry and allusive. So far, whenever he's had one of his special drinks (which Mommy told me not to drink), he usually spanks Mommy in different places. I don't know why, but when I'm bigger and stronger, I'm going to beat Smelly Gabe up and defend my Mommy. Then we won't have to deal with him.

Anyways, so I was watching Mommy try to stop Smelly Gabe from shouting, when Smelly Gabe smashed the bottle of his special drink on the table next to him. I don't know how, but one of the pieces flew right at Mommy and hit her in the chest. I quickly, and silently, closed the door, and called 911, like Mommy told me to.

"911, what's your emergency?" asked the lady on the other side.

"Hello," I said, "My name's Percy, and my mommy's hurt."

"What happened?" asked the lady

"My mommy was trying to get Smelly Gabe, my stepdaddy, to stop yelling," said Percy, "since he always yells when he drinks his special drinks. He got really angry this time, and smashed his special drinks' bottle on the table next to him, and one of the pieces went into her chest. Is Mommy going to be all right?"

"Yes, she will, sweetie," said the nice lady, "I'm going to be sending some help to your house, okay? Do you know where you live?"

"Yeah," I said, remembering the address Mommy told me in case I got lost, "It's 191 Aqua Street, Upper East Side, Apartment 11." (Made that up, since I couldn't find out where Percy lived)

"Thank you sweetie," said the lady on the other side, "help is on the way. Stay hidden, but where people can still find you."

"Okay, nice lady," I said, before hanging up the phone. I hid under my blanket, since Gabe sometimes checks up on me to see if I was sleeping whenever he has his special drinks.

Soon, I heard police cars outside, and the door opening. I waited, and soon, I heard people talking, and Gabe yelling. After a while, his yelling stopped, and I heard less voices. I was just about to get out of my bed, when my covers flew off of me. I faked sleeping, when I heard a voice say, "I found the kid guys. Looks like he's sleeping."

I peeked a look at the guy from under my eyelashes, and saw that it was an officer. I quickly jumped up, surprising the officer, and said, "I'm not sleeping. The lady told me to hide, and Smelly Gabe sometimes checks on me to make sure I'm sleeping whenever he drinks his special drink. I don't know why, but once, when I wasn't sleeping, he grabbed me from my neck, and almost threw me into the wall, or that's what my Mommy told me."

"When did Mommy tell you that happened?" asked the officer

"She said that it was four years ago," I said, before counting on my fingers how old I was when it happened, "so I was two years old when that happened!"

I showed them my hand with two fingers up, and I felt proud of myself that I got it right. They chuckled, and I felt even prouder.

"All right kiddo," said another officer, who came in while I was counting, "we're going to take you to the hospital, okay?"

"The h-hospital?" I gulped, "but I don't want my shots. Mommy said that I got all of them."

"Don't worry, kiddo," said the second officer, who I named 2, since he was the second one in my room, "you're not getting any shots. You're Mommy's in the hospital. She got a big booboo from your stepdaddy, so she had to go to the doctors, okay?"

"Okay," I said, "I'll hold onto my Mommy's hand so she feels better when they give her a shot."

"I think she'll like that," said the first officer, or as I like to call him, 1, "Now come on, we better get over there as soon as possible."

"Wait a minute, Bernard," said 2, "we should first check if he has any other family here."

"Nuh-uh," I said, shaking my head, "Mommy said that Daddy was lost at sea, and that Granny and Grandpa are in the sky somewhere. When I get older, I'm going to get a big boat that becomes a submarine, and look for my Daddy, and bring him home."

"You do that kid," smiled Bernard, "Now come on, we have to get to your Mommy so she can hold your hand when she gets a shot, okay?"

"Okay," I said, before holding onto his hand and following him out, "wait, will Smelly Gabe come back?"

"No," said 2, "he won't go back. He was being a bad boy, so he's got in trouble. He has a time-out for a long time."

"Oh, okay," I said, before following them once again, this time with no interruptions.