Patience

Chapter 6: Charades well kind of...

I'm almost finished with this school year!! :D
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Poseidon POV.

I ended up taking him to the park...

And ended up in the most awkward situation possible.

Now we were seating in a bench doing nothing with me trying to start a conversation...it wan't exactly working for me.

"Um...soo how is it going in school?" Dear God this is awkward I don't how to talk to younger children okay?! What should I talk to him about? He wasn't even answering me! He just stayed glued to my side keeping his head low.

"Hey kid are even listening to me?" I nudged him and tried to prompt any sings of life from the stoic child.

Again he ignored me.

I huffed and tried coming up with a different tactic, "Look I get it if you don't want to talk to me, after all I'm stranger to you, but can you at least tell me if what that man said was true?" After a moment I added "The thing about your mother?"

This time I did get a reaction, he shook his head so hard I thought his head would fall off, then took of running heading towards the street.

It took me about to seconds to comprehend it.

He was heading towards the street.

The street that was currently full of speeding cars.

Realization slammed with so much force that I staggered a bit while standing up 'He is heading to a street that is full of cars!', I thought in horror as I sprinted.

I cached up with him just before he could step into the road, grabbing his shoulders and turning him around inspecting him for any injuries. The kid yelped at the sudden touch but made no move to get away so I continued to examine him.

After making sure he wasn't injured I exploded, "Are you alright?! What were you thinking you almost got hit by a car!" I exclaimed, shaking him, tembling thinking of what would have happened if I hadn't grabbed him in time.

He remained silent, I was starting to get angry but I swallowed my ire and took a calming breath through my nose and tried once again to get him to answer my questions. Only that this time I had a plan, if he didn't want to tell me anything fine there were different ways to get answers.

Body language for example or in other words pantomime.

But first I need to take him away from the sidewalk, you can't be too careful with him after that mini-heart attack he gave me.

I steered him back to a bench and letting go of his shoulders I put in motion my plan, "How about we play a game? Do you know what charades is?" When he shakes his head I decided to elaborate, "You think of a word or a sentence, then you tell me how many letters they have and act it out until I guess it. What do you think?"
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Percy POV.

'What is he trying to do?'

I wish I could see his expression. Why was he so interested in mommy?

Shrugging, I nodded. I mean what could go wrong? It's not like he will guess it right?

'Oh how wrong I was'

"Ok, now think of the most recent event you remember."

Shrugging again I thought about telling him about the car accident, I just started making a moving motion with my hands, pretending to ride a car, trying to tell him about the accident when he exclaimed.

"YOU WERE IN A CAR ACCIDENT?!"

Startled by the sound I nodded.

"Is Sally alright?" There was an urgency in his voice that made me I made a face at that not entirely sure of what I should tell him.

I shake my head, then confused by my own actions I nod.

'My mommy is alright so why did I shook my head? Hn I'm probably shaken by what Smelly Gabe said, yeah that must be it.'

I was cut out if my thoughts by-'wait what was his name again? Pos- something hmmm... Oh! Poseidon! That was it!'- I was cut out of my thoughts by Poseidon, I could feel the breeze his hand made when it passed in front of my face. Jerking up I nodded my head to show that he had my attention.

I could feel his breath in my face when he huffed, I could hear amused with a hint of (what is that? Concern?) something else in his tone as he talked, "You space out a lot don't you?" I nod sheepishly feeling slightly nervous having him so close to me.

"Can you tell me where is Sally? Why wasn't she with you back in the apartment?"

'Why does he care?'

Shrugging making next a simple sleeping motion with my hands, to show him that mommy is just tired and is having a rest.

I could practically taste the tension that fell upon us as he deciphered my message his breath hitches and he whispers.

"She's dead?"

'What?'

'WHAT?! NO!'

'SHE IS NOT DEAD'

'Why does everyone think that! She is just sleeping, she'll come back soon to bake me blue cookies and hug me until I can't breath'

'I can't breath'

I shake my head feeling a headache coming up. I can hear someone say my name but it seemed so far away too far away... How does he know my name? I feel like I know him but-

'What was his name again?'

'I can't breath'

'Why can't I breath?'

'Want mommy!'

"Shhh it's alright I'm right here din't worry."

'Mommy?'

Someone was rocking me back and forth back and forth... There was something wet in my face-tears my memory supplied why was I crying?. I couldn't being myself to worry, mommy was here.

'Mommy'

"Mommy..."

"Shhh sleep child" It was a male voice, I didn't think much of that- I wanted to, but I was so sleepy. I should listen to the voice... I let myself relax into the rocking arms...

'Ok... But just this once...'
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Poseidon POV.

Okaaaaay... I'll admit that screaming in the middle of the side walk in the middle of the night wasn't what I had in mind, neither was giving my son a panic attack.

I stopped rocking him after I was sure he was asleep. After adjusting him on my arms so that I could carry him to the motel I had rented for the night I started making my way over there. Thankfully it wasn't that far from the park so I only had to cross five streets before getting there.

Once in the motel I carried my poor son to my room and turned up the light, and gently eased him to one of the beds in the room. After I was sure he wouldn't fall I made a sound of distress and started pacing.

'What to do'

I could already fell a headache starting to form so I decided to drop it and sleep so that I could think of a solution in the morning. But even it the bed I couldn't stop thinking of those eyes, his eyes, my son's eyes. When he looked at me and called me 'mommy' his eyes...they were glassy.

'He is blind'

Rolling over I stare at the small figure of my son in the dim light.

'What am I going to do now?'
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