I use a bit of the book Unravel Me in the beginning, which is from the Shatter Me series by Tahereh Mafi. I strongly recommend you read the series. If you follow me on Tumblr, you know how much I obsess over it. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

"The man is moody as hell."

"I am not moody—"

"Yeah, bro." Kenji puts his utensils down. "You are moody. It's always 'Shut up, Kenji.' 'Go to sleep, Kenji.' 'No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.' When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—"

I laughed a little for the first time in a few hours, listening to Percy read Unravel Me. He was dyslexic and would get stuck on words a lot, but it was nice to listen to someone read rather than read myself. It reminded me of the good old days when I was three and Dad would read to me before I went to bed.

My head was in Percy's lap and we were both laid out on my bed. We had been for a while now is desperate attempt to completely forget about what had happened at the hotel and how stupid the policemen in this county were.

According to them, there were no witnesses other than myself, so there isn't enough of a lead. They can't start a case unless they know if the guy responsible was there, which according to the records he wasn't. And since the Waldorf Astoria is a chain of resorts, they don't even know if I took the picture in Naples.

"It could've been in New York City," that idiot Wilson had said. "The lighting was bad despite the flash and the hallways in all of the Waldorf Astoria's look fairly similar."

Then he had gone on to sprout a bunch of other shitty reasons why it couldn't have happened and why they had other things were more important than what a teenage girl was saying. They did however say that I could always apply for a restraining order against him if all of this continued, which I was seriously contemplating about doing.

Eventually, I had just hung up on them. Okay, fine. They weren't going to go looking for Smelly Gabe. Whatever. Fuck them. But I wasn't about to go looking for him either. Call me paranoid, but I wasn't going to walk down hallways by myself either.

Percy had been so mad that he'd almost punched the wall. I'd barely been able to stop him. He was still slightly seething. And while it was hot to see him mad, it was also a tad disturbing.

"What are we going to do?" Percy asked suddenly, setting the book down on my face. I knocked it off.

"What do you mean?"

"Should we even go to Disney—"

"There is no way in hell we are not going to Disney! I've never been. We WILL NOT let this stupid little dilemma get in the way of that. We are not going to talk about it either. I honestly don't want to remember it at all. From now on, we will refer to him as He Who Must Not Be Named when talking, understood?"

"What? How'd you come up with that one?"

I gaped at him. "Do I seriously need to put on Harry Potter? I think I brought all the book with me if you—"

"Nope, I'm good," he admitted. "Let's just stick with this one right here. I lost my page."

"Just skip to the end."

Percy flipped over to the last chapter and read with one hand holding the book and the other gliding through my hair soothingly. I was getting ready to pass out. I needed to go downstairs and get some more ibuprofen. But that could wait a minute.

"I think of how impossible it is that he's here, lying next to me. That I'm here, lying next to him. That we're lying in his childhood bed together. That he saved my life. Impossible is such a stupid word."

Once Percy had struggled through the remainder of the book, we both got up, in need to time to stretch our legs. We began to walk towards the kitchen, where my dad kept all of our OTC drugs. Plus Percy said that he would cook up some bacon.

"I can't wait to take you to Disney. I've been more times than I care to admit, but it'll be more fun now that you're going."

I blushed at that. "Is Epcot as awesome as I hope it's going to be?"

Percy gave me an odd look. "You're such a Wise Girl. It's kind of boring to me, of course, but that's because I just don't enjoy learning at all. I'm sure you'll absolutely love it, though. It pretty cool I guess. Test Track is fun. So is Mission: Space."

"How about all the countries?"

"Of course, you'd be interested in that." Percy gave me a little nudge in the side before placing a really wet, loud kiss on my cheek. "Germany has really great sauerkraut and bratwurst, but that's about all I know. I just pig out on the food. Italy has good chocolate too. I'm gonna have to buy a lot of that."

"So you like Disney for the food?"

"Yeah. You can buy turkey legs. Oh, there is the Romantic Road there. I look forward to walking you through that." He gave me the most perfect smile that caused my heart to go run a marathon.

It was great, that even though we were both shaken up and a little scared and a whole lot angry, we could still find joy in simple things, like going to an amusement park. We didn't mention He Who Must Not Be Named a single time in the conversation, or the idiot detectives. Just thinking about it made my blood boil. If I had to put up with them ever again, I would go all Eminem.

I just hoped that he had been drunk as fuck and had hightailed his ass to Canada. Good riddance.

Percy cooked bacon and I took two more painkillers. My butt felt broken and bruises were already forming all over my body. Shit. I was not going to be swimming for a couple days, and in the morning I would feel like I'd just been clobbered on in a football game.

"You know, my dad still hasn't said yes to the Disney trip. And he doesn't know about any of this crap that has happened today."

Dad burst through the door as I took a bite of bacon.

"Jeez, Dad, was your ear itching?" I demanded. "We were just talking about you."

"Are you okay?" he demanded. He had a frantic look on his face. He was breathing in and out like he'd just run all the way here from work. His clothes were sweaty and his hair was messed up. He was completely disheveled and his hands were gripping the air at his sides. He made his way right in front of me and looked me up and down, as if searching for physical harm. He seemed as if he wanted to touch me but wouldn't.

Ah. He knew.

"I'm fine Dad. I know that you want to talk to me about it but I really don't want to remember anything that happened. It was not a pleasant experience and I really, truly hope that I don't have to ever repeat it. But let's talk about this some other time, huh? Maybe tomorrow? Next year? Yeah, that sounds great to me!"

Dad blinked. "Have you contacted the police?" he asked finally.

"The police are worthless," Percy butt in. "They think Annabeth is lying to them or making it up or that he was never there to begin with. They won't start the case up again until they had solid evidence or something stupid like that. I don't know but they're pissing me off."

Percy had crunched his bacon up into little pieces with his fist. Poor bacon.

"Do you know who did it?"

"Yes, and we will call him He Who Must Not Be Named for now, capisce?"

"But—"

"Eh eh," I said, shaking my head and gulping down some water. "For now this is dropped. I do not want to talk—hey, how'd you find out about it anyway?"

"Calypso called me to make sure that I knew."

I terrible thought hit me in the chest. "You didn't tell Mom, right?"

"No." Dad rolled his eyes. "I have no business talking to her."

"Good. That's great. Keep it that way. Thank you. Let's forget about all of this bad stuff, right? Who wants to be bothered by that on such a great day? I've already cried. I've already done things that I will regret in the future. We will talk about it soon, but not now."

"Alright," Dad said finally. He gave me a hug so tight that I could barely breathe. "I'm glad you're fine."

I winced but he didn't seem to notice. "Me too," I whispered.

I pulled back. "So, can I go to Disney this weekend?"

He blinked again, startled. "What—"

"It'll just be Me, Percy, and let's say five other people that I all work with. No one over the age of twenty one, so we won't be sneaking into bars. And we'll be chilling with Mickey Mouse. It'll be fine. So I can go right?"

He stared at me, and then Percy. "I trust you, boy, so I guess so. . . but I need to think about it a little more and I want to know what happening when—"

"Thanks Dad!" I grabbed Percy's hand and yanked him towards my bedroom again. "We'll be down soon, okay? We aren't making babies, so don't eavesdrop. Thanks, love you."

As we left the room, I heard my dad say, "I am getting way too old for this. . ."

I knew that sometime or later, Dad was going to have a serious chat with me about everything that was going on. I would eventually have to tell my mom. It wouldn't be a pretty experience. But I had Percy and all my friends to support me. We would not talk about You Know Who. We would keep moving forward.

And I had a weekend full of Disney and Percy to look forward to.

Cut me some slack on the shitty chapter; I have exams this week. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy! Thanks for 900 REVIEWS!

-BBH