Percy cried when he saw you get hit to the floor, his feet padding along the hardwood, running away down the hall. But no before snatching your phone off the couch. He sat in his room, as he listened to your cries & whimpers- listening to you get hit by the man he supposedly called his father..rather..used to call him.

“Dante— He came back- He’s hurting her!-“ Percy cried into the phone, the 5-year old sobbing and sniffling. Dante..your brooding and rather distant neighbor. He always helped with Percy if you needed it. He knew about this little ex boyfriend you had, the one who was abusive- the one who was currently beating you.

It didn’t even take a minute. Dante barging through the front door. His fist grabbing the collar of your exs shirt. “You EVER put your hands on her again- You won’t have hands.” He growled, shoving the other against the wall. Fist flying down onto your ex’s face.