Getaway

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^Picture of Athena

Athena

Milo doesn't stop hugging me. He pushes himself onto me more. And for that movement, a growl erupts from Atlas, and tries to to come to us, he extendes a hand towards me, for me to take. I try tp move towards him, to reach his hand, his warmth; him. But I'm abrutally stopped by Milo, who has put himself in between my legs, buring his face in between them. I look at him. I mean, I understand him, he is scared right now. I an truly surprised to see him touching me, because when he looks at Atlas, his whole body starts to shake with fear.

"Stop touching her, now". Atlas says too slowly and calm. But I can see the anger and jealousy in them.

"He is a kid, Atlas". I try to tell him, to make him see that it isn't a big deal. But he doesn't see it that way.

"But he is touching-". He starts saying but I cut him off.

"Oh no, he is a little kid and he is scared"

"But-". He pouts, and he looks really cute right now. But I won't fall.

"No"

"I-I'm s-sorry". Milo whispers, while looking at me with his long lashes. His body tembling a little. "It wasn't my intention to cause any trouble"

"Sweetie, you're not causing us any trouble. I assure you"

"Really?". He asks with full hope. And I smile with joy.

"Of course"

Atlas, to mark his territory, comes behind me and puts his two arms around my waist, and drags me towards his hard chest, causing Milo to have to separate from my legs.

Milo tries to come to my legs again, but another growl comes from Atlas. Milo not knowing what to do, he begins to feel overwhelm, and starts breathing quickly. He curls up in a ball, with his hands in his hair, and he begins to stretch it.

No, no, no.

I need to be there for him.

Now.

With all the strength I have, I take his hands off me. Atlas doesn't try to stop me. I run towards Milo, and I crouch in front of him, I start moving my hands to cup his face, but I'm very slow, since he has already stuck to my chest.

"I'm alone". He whispers.

"You're not. You have me"

"M-my mommy a-and daddy died"

What?

But, how?

I turn my head towards Atlas with a worried look. And I see that he has a face of realitzation; and then sadness.

I cannot tell him everything would be okey, because we all know that isn't true. Even he knows it. And it makes me sad, because he looks so innocent, so pure, that I don't want to make him more sad.

"Come here". He very obediently sticks his head on my chest again. I imagine it hurts to talk about all of this. He moves his head to look at Atlas. No, I need his full attention towards me.

"Forget him. Look at me, give me your full attention". I tell Milo, grabbing his head with my hands. He nods his head.

Good. Now that I have his attention, I need to do something to take his mind out his memories and from this moment. What can I do? Questions. It will make him have to think of other things.

"Do you prefer summer or winter?"

"Winter"

"Ilike that too! The blankets and hot chocolate are the best"

"I have never tried it"

"What? Now I'm forced to make sure you try it". At this comment he smiles and giggles, and I feel proud of myself to be able to handle this situation well.

"So how old are you?"

"I'm 5". And lifts his chest to look older. He is so cute. But he is so little, he souldn't have lived all of that.

"You're so pretty". And he starts to touch my hair with his little fingers. To help him I take his hand, and I make a path over my hair. From the roots to the ends.

"You're right. She is gorgeous". Atlas confirms, and I turn red as a tomato.

"Thanks"

"Your hair is very soft"

And now that Atlas sees me clueless, he decides that its time to put his arm around my waist and the other through my hair, wrapping their fingers in them.

Just imagine this position, Milo in front of me wrapping his whole body and from behind Atlas, pressing himself into me.

Well this is super suitable... Note the sarcasm.

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Hi!

IMPORTANT!!

In case it is not very clear, she is still in the dream. I know its a bit long, but some things had to happen before I could continue with the story.

And the photo above is the protagonist: our Athena. But with long hair. Feel free to see her as you want.

Thank you.