I Am Wind (Will Solace)

My Father Visits

I sat in the car looking out the window watching as the trees zoomed by. I rested my head on my arms, and had my head resting outside the window. The wind blew my hair back as I tried to concentrate on that instead of the conversation we had in the hospital. I hated knowing that maybe I was going to have to leave.

"Your father will be coming tomorrow. Are you nervous to see him?"Hestia said trying to pick up conversation. I just gave a small grunt. "Jamie, please talk to me. I'm sorry, about what happened, but you have to know it's not my fault, I want you to stay with me. I have loved you more then any person I have ever known. I hope you know that."

Tears started flooding to my eyes. That was probably the worst thing she could say. She is making this way harder then it needs to be. "Please don't..." I said. "The more you say, the harder the goodbye. So please, don't say any more."

"Jamie, I don't want you leaving hating me."

"Hestia..." I said biting my lips. "I don't... I don't hate you. You are the only family I've ever had. But I don't want you to kick me out."

"I don't either, but that's what your father wants." She said. "But never think that I don't love you."

"If you truly loved me then please talk to my father. I don't want to go to this camp. I want to stay with you." I pleaded wiping away my tears. "Besides, when does my father have a say in my life. You know what when he comes tomorrow, I'll tell him. He's not the boss of me."

Hestia looked to me as if scared I was going be struck by lightning there and then. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You know how I told you your father is a very important man, well he won't take it well."

"I don't care. He can't tell me what to do."

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I stood by my window looking out at the cars passing by, wondering if one of them was my fathers. Hestia said he was arriving today, he never actually gave a time he was arriving, so I decided to not to leave my room. Hestia kept knocking on my door, to try and get me out, but I refused. I wasn't going to leave.

Just then I heard knocking on our front door. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I got up and took a couple of hesitant steps forward towards my door so that I could listen.

Our front door opened, and I heard Hestia first. "Brother, I didn't think you were going to come so early. " Hestia said. "I would have cleaned up more."

"It's quite alright dear sister." That was him. That was my fathers voice. Deep, stern, yet soothing for me to hear. "Now, where might my daughter be?" My heart did a leap in my chest.

"Umm, she's in her room." Hestia said uneasily. "I haven't seen her all morning."

"Is she alright? Is she sick?" They were coming closer to my room, I took a step back almost falling over my bag that was lying on my floor.

"She's fine, but she's kind of upset, about the whole camp idea." Hestia said. I heard the inferiority in her voice, almost as if she were scared of my father.

"Have you told her everything?" He said. "About who I really am, and about who she really is?"

"No, I thought it might be better coming from you, cause you know..."

"You don't want her to hate you." He said finishing her sentence. "And you figure she already hates me, so it can't do anymore harm."

"That's not what I meant at all, brother." Hestia said clearly lying. "It's just that you are her father, and she might take it better hearing it from you. But just a far bit of warning, she might not be to interested in talking to you. She is a bit mad about..."