I walked over to the house I was assigned to go to. Usually I don't have to go to peoples houses to be a therapist, but this kid is only 8 years old and just tried to kill himself, and he is in no shape to travel. I knocked on the door, fixing my slightly messy uniform. I wear dress pants with a buttoned up white shirt. It's what I wear most days, other then when I am fighting crime.

"Hello, I'm Perseus, is Zack Hale here?" I asked as I looked the women in the eyes. She seemed scared, with watering brown eyes and messy dark red hair. She nodded.

"Please help him, he is having a panic attack and I have no clue how to help him. Please, just help my baby boy." She pleaded. She led my to a room in the back, and honestly, this house looked like mine did when I was younger, just no blood and broken glass, just cans.

"Hello, Zack, my name is Perseus but you may call me Percy. Please can you tell me what happened?" I soothed him. I sat him up against the wall and put him feet on some pillows, keeping his legs elevated.

"I-I can't." He stuttered fearfully. I understood. I now knew why he seemed familiar, he reminded me of myself when I was little, fearful. I looked at him sadly, he didn't deserve this.

"Look, I understand you don't have to tell me what happened, although if you did, I could fix the problem." I smiled at him. He seemed to be calmed down much more. I looked behind me, there was a couch, but there was a man laying on it. He was big, chubby, but a little muscular. He had short hairs on his chin that made him look like an alcoholic. I picked up the eight year old and shoved the man off the couch, putting Zack on it.

"What the hell was that for?" The man asked. It was obvious that he was way older then me, but I was much stronger. I glared at him but he didn't back down.

"Look, I don't care if you live here. I am trying to help this boy right here, and if you do not leave, I will have to call the police, do I make myself clear?" I asked. The man seemed angry, but left.

"Y-you stood up to him!" Zack said in shock. He looked like he was about to cry. I smiled at him and he hugged me.

"I had the same kind of parent. My stepfather was mean to. Is he the reason why you just tried to end your life?" I asked. He silenced at this, not answering.

"He's abusive, I understand that much, but why won't you admit it?" I asked gently. He seemed to flinch at my question.

"He, he threatened me, saying if I tell anyone, he would kill my mom." He hiccuped. His mom looked at him sadly, I recognized that look, my mom had it to once she found out how Gabe treated me. I also had the same feeling when I found out that Gabe abused my mom.

"Well, he won't bug you or your mom anymore. I'll deal with him, alright?" I said. He nodded and gave me a tight hug. I smiled at him, secretly smirking as I planned what I was going to do to the alcoholic. He let go and I stood up, giving Zach and his mom a smile, walking to where the man had walked to. He was in the kitchen. I cleared my throat so he can hear me.

"What'd ya want?" He slurred and he took a sip of beer. I gagged, able to hide it well. I took out my badge, showing FBI (? Idk anymore) cars with my photo.

"I'm part of the FBI, put your hands where I can see them. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can, and will be used against you in court." I said, showing him some cuffs. I smirked and he growled dangerously. He walked up to me and threw a punch. I heard Zach scream my name, but I blocked it, grabbed his wrist and pulled it behind his back. I cuffed him with a smirk.

"Both of you may have a free hit, I'm sure my boss wouldn't mind." I grinned. The mother and son grinned at each other evilly. The mom lifted Zach up to the mans face, and without caring about the mean glare, punched him straight in the nose. I heard a satisfying crack and I knew his nose was broken. Blood poured out like a waterfall, some blood also came out of his mouth. Zach grinned and stuck out his tongue before his mom put him down. She kicked him, hard, where it hurts. I cringed at how much it probably hurt, as much as he deserved it.

"Thank you, Perseus. I dint know who you really are, but I'm sure that you are good at your job. What number should I call if Zach ever needs you?" She asked with a smile, before she slapped him.

"Well, you can either go to the therapist that's across town, or call my personal number. Whenever Zach needs someone to talk to someone. Of course he should always go to you first, but if it is a situation you can't handle, then I'll be there." I smiled and handed her the phone numbers, showing the building number and mine.

I walked out of the house and called my big boss, Grey. He said some people will come and check the house and -take him to the police station. I waited until they got here and they took him away, thanking me. I'll get my pay check at the end of the week, so I don't need to worry about not getting payed, although I never worried from the start. I started on my stroll to my apartment building.

I've never seen them for 3 months. About 5 months ago, I think I got the jobs. I missed camp, yes, but I'm also really starting to enjoy these jobs. I don't have time for much anymore. I gave all the stuff I need at home, kitchen, living room, radio, bedroom, bathroom, everything that I need. I'm happy being by myself, no one to hold me back or rely on me. I shook my head at my thoughts, even I lied to myself. I turned and saw some people that I recognized. I gasped as turned around, trying to stay hidden.