Sunday Morning
Percy still hadn't returned, and Sally still wasn't worried. She kept insisting that Percy would be okay. I wasn't so sure.
Every time someone knocked or called, I hoped it would be Percy. Every time I was disappointed.
It's been over a day since Percy left, but Sally wouldn't let me call the police. Did she not want her only son to be found?
Instead of worrying, I tried to concentrate on grading papers, but my mind kept going back to Percy's essay. Since when did he write in Latin and Greek?
Eventually I ended up sitting, staring at his paper longing for him to come home.
Hours into this I heard a knock on the door. I expected it to be neighbor or Sally home with the groceries. I was sorely mistaking.
When I answered, I found Percy looking even worse than when he stormed off. He looked extremely tired.
"Oh God Percy! What happened, where'd you go?" Percy limped in.
"Central Park; East River; Hellhound attack." He said like he was about to pass out. I helped him to the couch where he sat down.
"Do you want some water?" he shook his head.
"Nectar; ambrosia." he said out of breath.
Nectar, ambrosia, and hellhounds? Great, the kid has gone insane.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Canteen and the crushed lemon bars in the duct tape drawer."
I fetched the canteen from his room and opened the drawer that contained our spare duct tape. I found a plastic bag filled with a crushed yellow pastry. I handed the baggie and canteen to him. He stuffed some of the lemon stuff down his throat and washed in down with the water in his canteen.
Immediately, he looked a lot better. Not so tired, and some of his wounds began to heal themselves. Percy laughed at my expression.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter is a little weird. Next one will be better. I promise!