Dave goes to the Police
Helen was slouched on the sofa, still taking big gulps from the bottle of Alcohol she had in her hand.
"No one is going to take my son away, no one" she muttered as she took a very large swag from the bottle. Dave had left the flat so Helen knew that she didn't have to give Stewie back.
"No one knows now anyway" she told herself "Dave wouldn't dare go to the police because I'll hurt him real bad if he dares to." Suddenly, she could hear Stewie rattling on the cupboard door again.
"I DEMAND TO BE LET OUT, I WANT TO GET OUT" he cried. Snarling, Helen stood up on her feet and threw her bottle against the door.
"SHUT UP" she screamed "STOP SHAKING ON THE GOD DAMN DOOR." She staggered back to the sofa and passed out while Stewie was still locked in the cupboard.
"Who the hell does she think she is man" he said as he paced around the small cupboard area "she's not my mommy, she has no right to yell at me. I must get out of here soon but I'm locked in this tiny space and Psycho bitch won't let me out." He sat down against the wall and pulled his knees up to his chin.
"She stopped me from contacting Brian on Facebook to tell him where I was and now she's thrown the poindexter out and he was my only option left. I bet Lois must be worried sick. If the fat man hadn't run off and left me like he did in the toy store,none of this would have happened." Afterwards, he stood up and tried to peer through the keyhole to see what Helen was doing but he was too small to reach, so he pulled up a chair against the door, stood on it and peered through the hole to find Helen passed out on the sofa.
"She's hammered, stupid cow. I could be in here for days, I could be dead by the time she wakes up from her bloody Alcoholic Coma" he informed, rather annoyed. He climbed down from the chair, pulled it away and casually started throwing a tennis ball against the wall, counting how many times he could catch it.
Dave was wondering around the streets. He was now homeless and his stuff was left back at the flat. Helen had forbidden him to return and he was getting fed up of her nasty attitude with him and he needed to tell someone that she was the one who kidnapped Stewie and he needed to do it fast.
"If I don't do something soon, the little guy might not get to see his real parents again" he mumbled.
After he walked around for what seemed like hours, Dave found a police station and he knew that this would be the perfect place to report Helen's crime. Nervously, he walked through the double doors and up to the desk where a bulky Police officer was stood.
"Hello" he asked, looking up from his paper work and at Dave "what can I do for you?"
"Yeah, it's about the missing baby, Stewie Griffin" Dave informed.
"Yeah?" the Police officer asked "what do you know?"
"I know who took him" Dave replied "and I can take you to them."
Helen woke up about an hour later with a banging headache. She slowly sat up and could hear Stewie throwing the tennis ball against the wall. She walked up to the door and banged her fist against it.
"Will you stop throwing things against the wall" she barked.
"Why don't you go to hell" Stewie replied "I'm going for a world record here." Suddenly, Helen heard a harsh bang against the her front door.
"Helen Parks, this is the police, we have you surrounded." Snarling, Helen opened the cupboard door and pulled Stewie out by his wrist.
"God, I wish you would stop doing that, you'll end up breaking my wrist, Bitch." he said.
"Helen" came Dave's voice from the other end "this has gone far enough, just give the kid to the police and come quietly."
"NEVER" Helen screamed as she moved further and further from the door, holding Stewie "HE'S MY SON AND YOU'LL NEVER TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME" and she ran into the bedroom and made her escape down the fire escape.
"PUT ME DOWN, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD" Stewie bellowed as she ran to the car with him.
"Shut up you little brat" Helen sneered as she strapped him in the passenger's seat "you belong to me now." Afterwards, she jumped in the driver's seat, started up the engine and sped away from the flats.
