Percy's dark eyes shot over to his mother the tidal wave of emotion just beneath the anger starting to break and tears moved down his cheeks. "She's- She wants me dead!" He said pointing to the closed door where the nanny had just left. He gave a sniffle and tried to hold it back but tears leaked down his cheeks, and fear reflected in his youthful visage.

He didn't approach his mother though, not sure if it was wise. Grown up were much stronger than him, what if she was in on it with the Nanny. His gaze searched around for another shoe as he trembled. "The shoes make ouchies and the shirt itchies. Can't make me!" He said as if that was explanation enough for his accusations towards the nanny. He spotted the other shoe and picked it up. For now it was his rock,  like David versus Goliath, except to him everyone was Goliath.