11: meeting dad

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relief flowed through avas body as she stepped on Italian soil for the first time. people around her only spoke Italian. no English. a smile broke through her face. it felt right.

" I'm never going to America again." ava said. 

hermes gave her a weird look. damian nudged his shoulder hard with a pointed look. Hermes pouted, rubbing his shoulder. he got into the car. the rest fallowed him into the car.

"Dove sei diretto?" the diver asked (where you headed?)

Ares gave the address and the driver started driving. ava became nervous. she is going to meet her dad for the first time. her mother never said a thing besides " he doesn't matter." at the age of eight-year-old ava believed her dad left because of her. it was one of the reasons she fell into depression.

the car ride was short. the driver pulled up to a black and gold gate. the four stepped out. ares walked over to a black box. he spoke into it in Italian. telling them their name and a weird as sentence.

"doppio applauso." ( double clap)

" Is that some type of code or what?" she asked hades.

" it's a code everyone in the family and close friend now it. we have enemy's that have tried to kill us before, so we have a lot of security precessions." as he explained, the gates opened up.


a black car rolled up just moments later. damn, this family LOVE the color black ava thought as she yet again got into a car. the drive in was another road.

" BRUH! why the fuck is it so hard to get to the damn house!" ava whined.

it's been an hour sense they got passed the gate and the house is just now coming into view.

" Father is not going to like your language. you should really keep it to yourself from now on." hades said. he gave her a smug look. internally he wished she would cuss Infront of their dad. because karma is a bitch. he rubbed his sore arms.

" i don't give a flying cocks fuck. i will fucking cuss his ass out if i need to." ava said with a huff.

if there is one thing, she hates more than racist musty ass people are sexist crusty bitches who think lady like bullshit is a thing. it annoys the living fuck out of ava.

"What the fuck?!" hermes laughed out.

Ares gave them a disapproving look. damian sighed in annoyance.

" I have taste." was all ava said as she crossed her arms and looked out the window. she put her hands on the cold glass. her hand was dirty from the stick she had. she smiled at the memory.

she fought hades for the seat next to the window. he said she was smaller so she should seat in the middle. ava new he was right, but she did not what to seat in the middle. she did not say anything to him. 

she just........

chased him around with a stick. she would wack him whenever she got close enough. Damain had to chase kaydee but then she switched victim and started to wack him instead. damian ran to the car leaving her alone as she started chasing hades again.

hades gave up eventually. ava sat down in the car in victory. hades arms and back had red mark all over them. 

" Be grateful she didn't hit hard enough to cut you." damian told hades when he started whining about how they hurt. 

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