This is a one shot of Dionysus and his relationship with his daughter. I did this for creative writing, and then I said, "Hmmm, maybe I should post this for My Beautiful Immortal, and Percy Jackson. Well any who please enjoy, and chapter four for Rabbit Heart will be posted this Friday. The day before I see the Hunger Games, it's only fair. Please feel free to review, much appreciated.

The Visit

It's been raining for weeks, not even a tiny drop of sun to peak through the dark clouds. The trees shuddered as the leaves were violently ripped from their homes, and blown off to the merciless sea down the road. I watched from my window, and took a deep breath. "Home….what Home, there is no home to go back to", I thought to myself. I could see my murky reflection through the glass; my brown skin, the freckles, and violet eyes were all to be seen from my view. I sat back down on the window seal, rested my head on my knees, and continued to stare at the storm.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but I heard my bedroom door creak as the knob turned, with a hint of discretion. The sudden sound of footsteps began, as I turned my head slightly to face the stranger. He was a white man, his black coarse curly hair, and growing beard complimented his facial features. He wore a purple dress shirt under his black suit, and wore a pair of clean black shoes. I remember my mother describing my birth father as a man of no taste, but due to the horrible event that had occurred, it made sense that he would wear this for my benefit. He sat down on the corner of my bed and faced me; his violet eyes peered into my own. Then I remembered how my mother told me that I had his eyes and finally the unsettled feeling in my stomach, I knew he was my father.

He spoke first, "Nadira, I'm sorry for your loss". He said it formally, not a hint of fatherly pride.

"He had it coming, when my mother passed away, he changed", I replied.

I waited for a response from him, but he was busy staring at Frieda Kahlo's artwork on the wall, like that was more important than what I was going through. It angered me.

"You know, my step-father was a horrible man, not even to be called a man. He drank; he slept with all sorts of women, and got himself killed at bar fight. He always gambled, and we were always in debt. He had it coming", I explained bluntly.

His eyes weren't on the artwork anymore, now they stared into my first grade picture, and not a hint of empathy showed. I was about to get up and leave until I heard his sigh.

"You could stay with me for awhile, I'll take you in", he stated as if he had been practicing them for a long time.

That was my greatest wish since I was a little girl, for my dad to get back with my mom, and she would've never met Domingo. I would be at a better school, and my older siblings, Shawn and Kathleen would be home more. I finally knew how to answer.

"No", I replied

"No?" my father asked in a state of shock.

"I don't need to be taken in. My aunt, Mathilda, she's going to take me in and I'd be with my uncle, and I have my cousins over there too", I explained calmly.

There was a long silence, and I was afraid, but curious to see how he'd respond.

"I'd feel better if you stayed with me", he replied in a serious tone.

I felt something inside me pop, and as I tried to hold it down, it couldn't stay down. He'd show up after all these years and expect a relationship.

"Look, Sir, you really don't get me. The fact is that you pushed me away," I shout. "And I don't feel like being a burden on anyone anymore. I'd rather be with people I know".

Something in his face changed and it wasn't the anger, but an old ancient being that had been broken down and hurt for years.

"Nadira, I'm your father, and I'm going to take care of you. And I know I shouldn't have left, and I can't change the past but-".

"No, you can't. I know you will never be there for me, you are married to a woman who hates my guts, have two sons that despise my brother, and a happy apple pie life that my sister can't have. Don't worry about me", I cut in.

"Nadira, please", my father begged.

"You can go now and thank you for your condolences", my voice cracked a little, and my tears streamed down my face. "Just go like you always do", I thought to myself.

I could see his distressed face from the corner of my eye, and he gave a pained look like a man had watched his worst fear come true. He took a deep breath and got off my bed. I thought he was going to leave, but he walked over to my window seal and kissed my forehead.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart", he whispered, and with that he left the room.

I remembered when my mother told me, "He's your father, but he's never there to save the day. He's a ghost, and he broke my heart". She was right, he's not there, and she was done waiting for him. Then me, their daughter, maybe I wasn't done waiting for him, but home…what home, there is no home to go back to.