My Dad Is Poseidon

Chapter 2

"Is she OK?"

"My baby!"

"Should we call 911?"

"Stand back everyone, she needs space."

I felt groggy, hurt, and weaker than I had ever felt before. My body ached everywhere, my head was overwhelmed with swirling thoughts, leaving me nauseated and wanting to throw up. I slowly opened my eyes, the cloudy sky blurring into a white and grey mass.  

"What happened? Where am I?" I groaned, trying to sit up despite the immense pain shooting through my whole body. A pair of sturdy hands pushed me back down, talking to me a gentle voice,

"Hey, hey. Take it easy. You took quite the fall back there." 

I nodded, laying my head back down on the cold pavement. It was slightly uncomfortable but it helped the pain subside. 

I tried remembering what I was the doing here, while the pair of hands dug into a battered red backpack. The only thing my damaged brain could think of was my body crashing to the ground and the terrifying crack of all my bones breaking.  

"Hey." 

I opened my eyes again, realising that I had started to doze off. The person in front of me gave me a worried look as I tried to stay awake. He was a guy, around my age probably, tall and muscular. Freckles were splashed all over his tanned face, a mop of sandy curls were scraped back behind his ears, revealing big hazel eyes with long lashes and golden flecks near the iris. They reminded me of doe eyes, complete by a soft gentle expression that somehow looked sad.  

"Hey." He repeated, a little more impatiently this time. I stared up at him. He was pretty cute close-up.

"What. Can't you see I was busy sleeping?" I snapped. The cute guy ignored me, instead choosing to look at me closely as if I was an object to be examined. 

"Signs of concussion, multiple bruises and scrapes, several broken bones, but apart from that she looks fine," He muttered to himself, even though I could hear every word.

"Fine? May I remind you who's hurt here-" But before I could protest any further, the guy swept a hand over my forehead. He didn't even touch me, but I felt a warm fluttery feeling infiltrate my body and then everything stopped throbbing. Even my memory had recovered, allowing me to remember everything that had previously happened. 

"Damn," I muttered.

"That is quite the understatement," The boy said, helping me up, then shooing away the crowd of staring people. Apparently I was going to be the subject of the usual San Francisco gossip for a couple of days.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome." 

I flashed a smile, then looked around trying to find Mom, who was nowhere to be found. 

"If you're looking for your Mom, she went home. I'm taking you back. Assuming that's okay?"

"I mean, I guess," I replied awkwardly. We walked in silence for a while, the cold breeze rippling through my cascade of hazelnut brown hair. 

"Why were you helping me?" I asked all of a sudden.

"You have something normal people don't."

Wow. That was deep. I was not expecting that. 

"I'm Godfrey by the way. Godfrey Willow," He introduced himself.

"I'm Alley."

There was another silence and I hesitated thought of something to say next. Godfrey was the kind of person you wanted to talk to, but you didn't know what to say.

"What did you mean by what you said?" I asked finally.

"By what?" 

"You have something normal people don't. I don't get it. Why me? What do I have that's so special?"

Godfrey approached the railing, spreading his arms wide open, staring at the sea. I followed him, admiring the murky green waters I had previously fallen into.

"You're gifted, Alley. You're not like the others. We both know that."

"I don't know what you mean," I replied, doing my best to not look at him in the eye even though I knew exactly what he meant. He turned to face me, a sympathetic look plastered on his face.

"I know it's weird. I had the same reaction when I first found out. But you must embrace it. Being the daughter of a Greek god is hard I know-"

"Wait, what?" I stopped him mid-sentence. Fine. I could control water and wield swords as if I had been doing it my whole life. Yes. I could also breathe underwater. But now he was going way off track.

"You're the daughter of Poseidon, didn't your mom tell you?"

I froze, remembering the countless of times Mom had repeated the same thing and I had never believed her. Guilt rose into my chest, as I gathered all the facts that lead to the possibility of that sentence being true. What if the sea god existed and I was his daughter?

"How do I know this isn't all a dream?" I asked.

"I can pinch you if you'd like," offered Godfrey, a playful smile starting to form. I frowned, 

"That's not what I meant. I need real proof."

He pointed towards the water gleaming bellow us. 

"There's your proof. Do something."

I took a deep breath and did as he suggested. In my head, I thought of a geyser randomly spurting up some water, then making it land on Godfrey. I giggled at the thought, then hearing a surprised yelp. 

I opened my eyes to see Godfrey soaked, still in shock from what just happened.

"So it works," I noticed, doing my best not to laugh at Godfrey's annoyed expression. 

"I'm glad you noticed," He responded gruffly, doing his best to shake off the water. In the end, I couldn't hold back the giggles anymore and ended up in a fit of laughter. Why it was so funny, I don't know.

"Do you believe me now?" He added. The snap back to reality hit me hard, a sudden feeling of panic starting to rise in my chest. He noticed the anxious look on my face and placed his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. 

"I'll teach you everything you need to know tomorrow, I promise. I'll text you the address."

We were a few feet away from the cafe, and apparently I didn't need an escort anymore. He left me there, and as he walked away it was then I realised,

"But you don't even have my number!"

Author's note: Sorry I know this chapter feels kinda rushed, and it took me a long time to publish it. It's not my finest chapter. I'll try to post another one next week!