What if Percy didn't go to camp when he was 12, but much later? What if is mom had died when he was young? What if the abuse was worse than anyone expected? What if he had more than just ADHD and dyslexia? Read to find out!
Prolouge
I was running out of air by the time I got to the police station.
They all gave me worried looks as I approached the desk. They probably thought I was homeless or something.
"Sir?" I ask the man at the desk.
"Yes, child?"
"I'm scared. The bad man killed my mommy. She told me to weave. She told me to get help,"I say, tears pouring out of my sea-green eyes.
"What's your name, child?"
"Pwercy Jackson."The man nods and leads me to a back room.
There was a leather couch and toys scattered all over the floor. The man knelt down in front of me.
"Do you think you'll be okay in here? Do you want anything to eat or drink? Or a pillow and blanket?"he asks.
I nod."Just a bwanket, sir,"I say quietly.He nods and leaves. He comes back a few minutes later with a pillow and blanket that he hands to me.
"We got a code 73, 39, and 46. Kid's in the safe room. I need an address on Jackson," the man says as he leaves, closing the door behind him.
I pick up a teddy bear and lay down on the soft couch, the memories of my mother's death still haunting me.
I fall asleep, not noticing a pair of sea-green eyes watching over me.