Sharon POV

I went to visit my father at the hospital again. He got injured in one of those stupid stunts he does as a small time actor near the city, but what can you do when you need the money? I was pretty worried about him, he has been getting injured a lot in his job and has become a bit distant from me. Today when I visited him, he barely looked at me in the eye and when he did he immediately looked away from me.

I knew what it was, I probably reminded him of my mother with every day that passed. He said that she was the most beautiful woman in the world but left me with him just a month after I was born. Since I was growing up I was probably reminding him of her with every passing day with how beautiful I am.

I stepped out of the hospital looking for my aunt who agreed to pick me up after I visited my father. I kept walking around the parking lot looking for my aunt since I could not call her. If only my father had agreed to buy me a phone but for some reason he thought they were too dangerous and rarely used his because "they can be dangerous and enemies could track us down." What kind of enemies a small time actor could have was the real question here, father was too paranoid when it came to keeping us safe.

For the past few days I saw this weird kid following me, some kind of perverted stalker for sure. He was in every place that I went and always seemed to be looking in my direction. Every day that I came out of my house he was nearby but this time he wasn't here. I panicked and looked around, what if he decided to make his move and is in position to attack me? I reached over to my handbag and pulled out the cellphone disguised taser my father had given me for protection.

At the far side of the parking lot I heard a lot of dog noises and immediately started to walk the other way. My father said our town was notorious for having wolves and if they had gotten into the far side of the parking lot that was the least place I wanted to be at, even if I did have this high voltage taser as protection.

I then walked towards the street, hoping that I would see my aunt's car there. The streets were empty and I was getting a bit scared. Usually, there were a few cars and random people walking around this time of the day but today the streets were empty. I stood still on the edge of the sidewalk and when I turned back to get away from the street some kid appeared out of nowhere and landed on top of me.

He was this small boy, I would guess he was about seven years old and he had army clothes that just looked ridiculous on him. I stood up by knocking him aside and was scared of where he had come from. I could swear I was alone here and he literally appeared in front of me, like out of nowhere.

Take him with you. Take care of him but try to stay away.

Then the trusty voice in my head was telling me to take the boy with me, I did not know how I was going to explain this to my aunt. She would have a lot of questions and telling her this boy appeared out of thin air with military clothes was going to make it hard to believe me. I took a look at his other gear and noticed he had a very large backpack and on his thighs he had this two holsters for what seemed to be police batons.

I leaned closer to the boy and realized he was sleeping very heavily, he had even started to drool. I tried to pick him up but I could only manage to sit him next to street light pole, that's when I noticed his hair was filled with golden dust. I had seen my father with the same dust on some of his clothes, he said the director sometimes threw it to them when he was in a happy mood. That makes sense, they were probably friends and he had come to visit my father. That also explains why he's wearing some silly military uniform at his age.

The honk of my aunt's car blew behind me and I bolted up in surprise. I turned around and tried to pick up the boy to take him with me but he was like really heavy. I turned to look at my aunt and she was looking at me questioningly.

"Shary, why are you trying to drag that boy into my car? I know he's kind of cute but he looks 10 years younger than you." I immediately blushed as my aunt embarrassed me again. She always did that, she ruined all of my chances of having friends by embarrassing me every time she saw me with anyone. Good thing this kid was sleeping or he'd be laughing his ass off.

"Aunty, I found this kid like this when I stepped out of the hospital. Something tells me that I need to take care of him in the meantime since nobody else is here and he looks very tired." I pointed to the boy and my aunt eyed him curiously.

"He also has that same dust my father sometimes brings on his clothes. I think they might work together or something since he was so close to the hospital and my dad is the only patient in bed there." My aunt's eyed widened and she looked around to see if any cars were around. I would have too, last thing I would want is to drag a little kid into my car and have the police watching the whole thing.

"Sure bring him inside, I guess we can give him lunch and have him set out in his way after he is well rested." My aunt smiled at me and kept looking around the streets to see if anyone was watching.

"I was kinda hoping you could help me drag him in, he's like really heavy. I bet he weighs almost as much as my father." My aunt rolled her eyes and stepped out of the car and helped me carry him to the backseat and put the seat belt on him.

"Wow Shary, this kid was surprisingly heavy. I thought that you were just a wimp." My aunt gave me another one of her signature chuckles and got on her seat to drive. I rode shotgun and put on my seat belt to ride home.

When we got home, I took off his backpack and my aunt helped me carry him to my father's bed as he was not going to use it and we did not really have a guest room in our small house. The boy did not even move so my aunt and I stepped went to the living room to watch some TV.

"Did you see your stalker today Shary?" I looked at my aunt incredulously. She always treated everything as a joke, when that guy looked at me I was always worried for my life even after the voice in my head told me not to worry. Now here she is asking like it's something I should be happy about.

"As a matter of fact, I did not see him today. Well he was there when I went into the hospital but he was not there when I got out." My aunt looked down at the floor worriedly but then smiled back at me.

"He probably got tired of stalking a boring person and found someone more interesting." My aunt smirked and we went back to watching the reality TV show but she did not seem as happy as she pretended to be.

Soon it got to be night and I went to check up on the kid to see if he was awake, he was still knocked out cold. I started to wonder why I was supposed to bring him here. The voice in my head had never let me down and always gave me good advice. I heard the soft voice every once in awhile, it was like my own guardian angel that gave me insight of the world. I also kind of knew who the voice was, it was my mother. My dad said she had left us when I was little but I knew she was probably not here anymore for another reason. I have a feeling that she died, the voice in my head must be her helping through life even after her death.

I turned to look at the boy again and saw him drooling on my father's pillow. It would have been disgusting but aunty was right, he was a cute boy and he must be really tired to be doing that. I thought back to the moment when I first saw him. He appeared out of thin air and fell right on top of me, maybe mom was sending me a little brother to take care of since I had no friends or siblings? The experience was surreal but focusing on that was not going to solve anything. The point is my mom told me to take care of him... but she also said to stay away from him. I shook the thought away and went to my room for some sleep. Child actors being dangerous in any way was ridiculous.

Next morning I woke up and immediately went to check up on the boy. He was awake and had his backpack on already. He had fixed my father's bed and was looking out of the window.

"Thank you for bringing me to your home and not leaving me on the street unconscious." He turned around and I realized he had bright green eyes. His eyes shone with the sunlight and I could not help but to stare. If this boy had been a few years older he would have been incredibly handsome.

"Why are you packed up? Do you want to leave already?" The boy looked at me questioningly and nodded slowly.

"You can't, you were sent here by my mom. You appeared out of this air right into me, she told me to take care of you." The boy looked down at the floor and sighed deeply and in an exaggerated way. He then sat down in the chair near the window and turned it in my direction.

"So Aphrodite has been watching over you all this time huh? No wonder you aren't at camp at your age." Aphrodite? Camp? That's probably where he comes from. That must be why he's wearing those stupid clothes.

"No, I am home schooled and there are no camps in this part of the town. Also I never heard of this so called Aphrodite." The boy scratched his imaginary beard and crossed his legs making a four. I'm not going to lie, it looked pretty funny and I was struggling not to laugh as he used the adult mannerisms. He then started to rub his temples like when my dad has to do his taxes and is super stressed out so I broke out laughing.

The boy looked at me like if I was crazy and shifted in an uncomfortable way. He then stood up slowly and reached for his batons. He was looking at me as if I was a threat and then pointed one of them at me.

"You're crazy, stand back and move away from the door. I don't want to hurt as Aphrodite will never forgive me but I can see now why you weren't taken to camp." I got angry at the kid. Crazy? What the hell is wrong with him, I convinced my aunt to take him with us, into our house, to not let him rot of the streets and then he goes on to insult me.

I was about to go all out on him and let the little kid have it but I remembered who he was. He was a child actor and was probably making all this stuff up. I should probably call him out on his bluff and mention my father getting angry at him if he tries to hurt me. Of course I forgot to tell him who I was! Once I tell him who I am he's probably gonna chill out with his act and realize my father works with him.

"Look kid, you should probably chill. My father will not be happy if you hurt me at all, specially if you work together." The boy looked even more confused but put down his sticks,

"What do you mean works with me? I don't know who you are much less who your father is."

"Well my name is Sharon Jones. My father is… that's right he is the Kevin Jones. I know you both work together since you are covered by that same golden dust when he comes back from work. You're both actors right?"

The boy looked in deep thought for a second then smiled. He put his batons away and approached me in a friendly way.

"Yeah, I work with your father, I came to visit him. Do you know where he is?" I knew it! Sometimes I feel so smart in figuring out all this stuff people try to hide from me.

"Yeah, he is still in the hospital where I found you. Let me guess, you didn't know the room, that's why I found you outside?" The boy looked in thought again and nodded.

"Well, since you have everything ready I'll just get ready too and take you to his room myself." The boy nodded and I went to my room to get ready while he went downstairs to where my aunt was. When I finished and I went downstairs to find the boy telling my aunt I should join his camp.

"You want me to join your camp?" I looked at my aunt and she looked very unhappy with the boy.

"Perhaps you should talk to her dad about Shary joining your camp Percy". Percy? What a funny name, sounded almost girly.

"Very well… um Sharon, can you take me to see your dad now? I really need to talk to him about our job. I heard about his accident and wanted to see him." I nodded and grabbed his hand but the boy just shook it away. Great he does not like me either… The boy must have noticed my face and instantly apologized.

"Sorry, I'm just not comfortable with holding hands with girls…" I laughed at the little boy. Typical, when I was little my dad warned me boys thought girls had cooties and to not feel bad if they stayed away.

"It's fine, I understand your situation." I laughed again and looked at the unusually grim boy. I heard him mumble something along the lines of 'no you don't' but ignored him as he was probably being dramatic. Actors, always so dramatic.

It took about half an hour to get the hospital walking and by the end of the trip I was tired. I looked at the boy and he was also panting heavily, I should have known better than to make him walk all the way but it was the only way to get here since my aunt had to go tutor some kid in the city.

I took the boy to my father's room and asked him why he wanted to talk to him.

"We have stuff to talk about, you know our work stuff. I also want you to come with me to my camp." There's his camp again. He really wants me to join his camp, is it an acting camp? I always thought I had the potential to be an actress so maybe it would be good.

"Do you really think I got what it takes to join your camp?" The boy thought for a second and nodded.

"What makes you think I will fit in? What kind of camp is it?" The boy sighed and looked at me.

"Sharon, you are a very beautiful girl, you know that right?" I blushed at the kid and nodded. The boy put his hand in his forehead in a dramatic way and sighed again.

"Can I talk to your father first. I want to see if he lets you be with me now." Be with him? He's just a little boy, what is talking about? Does he like me? I'm like 8 years older than him and he tells me I'm beautiful and wanted me to be with him? I blushed again and the kid looked defeated.

"Well, thank you for taking me to your dad's room. We have a lot of stuff to talk about." I nodded and he opened the door to my father's room.