How Can You Be So Trusting?

Chapter 23 - Thank You Mom

Patton's P.O.V

I put my phone down on my desk as silence fell across the room.

All I could think about was him. What happened? Was he okay?

"Patton! It's time for tea!" I heard my mother yell from the kitchen downstairs.

I sat at the table looking at the deliciously smelling food. It was roast chicken with smooth gravy poured over it, an extremely beautiful selection of salad of the side that was previously prepared the day before and mashed potato without any of the hard lumps. It all smelt way too good.

But I felt a lump in my throat. What could he had been talking about? Was he okay? All of these thoughts never faded from my mind, it sickened me.

I poked my fork slowly into my mashed potato but it never reached my mouth at all. I tried with my warm piece of chicken, I didn't have the heart to do it either. I pulled my salad apart and chewed it, my mouth making a smaking sound as I chomped down on it and swallowed it around the rock in my throat. It looked like a destroyed war zone, with everything still there

I heard my mother's cutlery tap her plate gently, "Patton? Do you not like your dinner? We made it how you liked it..." I looked up at my mother reluctantly, "Patton, are you alright sweetie?"

I could only shake my head at her at the moment as I felt tears ball up on my eye, casing it in a shiny layer as I blinked.

She came over to me and crouched down beside the table, "Do you want to talk about it with me?"

I let out a pained sob, "It's Janus!"

"What about him Patton?" She pushed on.

"H-H...He called m-m...me, he seem-m...seemed upset but then...but then he ju-just hung up o-o...on m-m-me..." She began shushing me quietly as my wet cheeks had another tear fall onto them.

"Oh Patton..." She pulled me into a warm hug and patted my head softly.

"He'll be alright, he'll talk to you when he's ready," She patted my head one last time before standing up again, "Could you eat some more of your dinner before it gets cold? I don't want you to feel hungry later,"

I nodded stiffly as I brought the fork to my mouth and shoved the food down my throat as it dryly went down.

Another bite.

Another tear.

Another bite.

Another tear.

Another bite.

Another tear.

At least my salty tears made it easier to eat, just barely.

I left the table as soon as she looked satisfied with me and I evacuated to my room.

I fell onto my bed and turned on my phone. I stared at the white, bright screen, just waiting for a call, a text, anything from him. I just want to know if he's alright, I want to know if I'm over reacting, I want him to be okay.

End Of Chapter. 511 Words.