Lost Son

Chapter 15 (Poseidon)

So I have officially moved to the middle of no where for summer!!! 

Let the writing begin. Since I am in the middle of no where I have plenty of ample free time to continue this story after work. Since there isn't anything else to do...

JK, Its just a hella small town compared to what I am used to but I suppose I will get over the fact that the nearest Target is an hour away. *Sniff, Sniff* Anyways, no one hit me up about the cover art change so for now it's just going to be the same thing. Let me know if you want to create a different cover for this shindig though.

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(POV-Poseidon)

My phone rings. How odd. The only time it does that is if one of the children call me. They are all in the house though, getting ready for bed so they shouldn't be calling me.

"Hello?"

"Poseidon?"

"Yes, this is him."

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have bad news."

"Who are you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a detective with the NYPD. You were listed as the next of kin in his file."

I cut the officer off before he can continue.

"Perseus? Oh Gods, tell me he's alright. He's not dead. Did he get in trouble?"

"Sir, I'm at the hospital."

I collapse. My boy. My flesh and blood. I met him just the other day. He was fine. Perhaps a little timid, but maybe he's just overly shy.

I see Hades come up and crouch down to my height on the floor. He has a worried look on his face from what I can tell from the blurriness of my tears.

"Sir, you should probably come down here. They had to sedate him when he first came in. He wouldn't let anyone touch him. We need your signature since he's a minor for the rape test."

I drop the phone. The tears are pouring out of my eyes at this point. My baby boy. They think someone raped him. Gods, I knew that neighborhood was awful, but I never imagined.

I see Hades pick up the phone. I think he finishes the conversation. I'm not really paying attention though. My Perseus. Gods.

Hades ushers me to the car. For some reason, Annabeth and Thalia are in the backseat. I briefly hear that Bianca is in charge before the car is off rolling towards the facility.

It seems as though time stretches for ages. Perseus was fine not even 24 hours ago. How could he be in the hospital? How bad was the situation? The guy on the phone said he needed a rape test done. Perhaps he got caught up by some gang? My poor baby, there's no telling what they could have done to him.

And why were they calling me about Perseus? His step-father, as horrendous as he is, should be the next kin that they call. Oh my gods, what if someone broke into their house. My boy could be seriously injured.

I feel tears stream down my cheeks in waves. I can barely feel Hades squeezing my hand as he drives but at least sound has started to come back.

"He's okay honey. Calm down. We don't know all the details." Hades is trying to comfort me but it isn't making me feel any better. We pull into the hospital parking lot and I'm out the door before my husband is fully parked.

I rush in, probably looking like a mad man with tears still making pathways down my face, n=but I calmly ask the front desk lady where I can find Perseus Jackson.