My Four Last Hopes

Chapter 4: Myszko

Khloe's P.O.V.

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"Khlo.. are you sure that's what you want to do?" Celia asked me on the phone.

"Yes Ce. Mom left everything to you anyway. Besides, I'm not coming back to this place any time soon. So, the house is yours. Thankfully, it's paid off. I made sure that I would be the one getting billed for the property taxes," I told her.

"Thanks Khloe." Celia replied softly.

"It's the least I could do," I said.

"I'm sorry that you had to do all of this pretty much on your own," she said.

"It's okay Ce. You have to get back to school. Same with Emmet," I replied.

"How long are you going to stay? Maybe I can come home for the weekend-"

"I am not staying that long Ce." I interrupted her. "I'm leaving first thing in the morning."

"Okay.." My little sister replied. "Khlo.. What am I supposed to do if Ava comes looking for money?" She asked meekly.

"Call me immediately. I'll handle it. Don't give her any." I said.

"But part of it is hers," Celia said.

"When she gets sober she can have it. Remember, you make the rules, Ce." I reminded her.

"Okay, you're right." She said.

"Alright, get some sleep. It's late. Love you." I told her.

"Love you too."

I tossed my phone onto the table, and plopped onto a chair. I snatched up the tequila I brought back with me. I twisted the cap off and threw back as much as I could take.

My talk with the lawyer was just as stupid as the funeral was. At first they refused to tell me anything. I was so frustrated I was super close to burning the damn building down.

I ended up having to drive back here to get Celia, since she was the one that Mom left everything to. Then I had to drive all the way back. And the lawyers were upset with me that I had taken up so much of their time.

"Maybe I really am the problem." I muttered to mysef before taking another swig.

Apparently, Mom owned this house, and a storage unit nearby. Mom also left a large sum of money to Celia. The rules were that Celia split up the money into three parts. Three. One for herself, one for Ava, and one for Elliot. Celia is to decide when they receive their money.

I'm not at all surprised that Mom didn't include me at all in her will. The lawyers didn't even know that she had four children. I am shocked that she had any money at all though.

Celia and I got the key to the storage unit. She signed a bunch of papers that I took copies of. I'm going to have to find someone to look them over so when Ava comes back, we really can keep the money from her.

The storage unit didn't contain anything important. There were boxes of papers that I didn't really understand, and a bunch of other stuff. I ended up going into the office, and getting the unit signed in Celia's name. Then I paid up a year on that as well.

I don't understand what's in there, but I'll give myself a year to go through it to find out. I'm sure Mom didn't have anything special. So I doubt it's anything of importance.

Still, I can't seem to bring myself to actually take care of anything. I don't feel like paying all of these bills for the next year is really solving anything. It feels more like I'm putting it off. Like I can't make a decision.

Celia and Emmet are away at college now. I could just help get them an apartment together until they figure out their own lives. It's not like they came back here. So, why can't I bring myself to consider selling this house?

Same thing with the storage unit. It's not like it held anything important. Hell, I could have just let it go into auction. What would I have cared?

"Why am I doing this to myself?" I muttered.

I haven't been back here in so long. I have no good memories here either. Why didn't I just stay in a hotel?

I walked around the house looking at the place I used to call home. There are pictures of my siblings, Mom, and other family members around the house. The only picture that has me in it is a family photo that was taken when I was 12 years old.

I don't look anything like my siblings.

Ava is a couple of inches taller than me. She has long legs and a thin figure. Her brown hair was always long and thick. Mom always said she had never seen brown eyes as dark as Ava's. Don't even get me started on her naturally tanned skin.

Celia looks a lot like Ava. She has lighter brown hair, and it's super curly like Mom's. Celia has hazel eyes like her dad though, with a deep navy blue ring around them. I've never seen anything like it. Of course, Celia also has long legs. She's even taller than Ava, and curvier than her. It's completely unfair how pretty Celia is.

Emmet and Celia look like they could have been twins even though they're two years apart. He has light brown hair, and hazel eyes too. Emmet is super tall at 6'3, and a lanky boy. He looks just like his dad though.

Then there's me.

I have long dark blonde hair. My curls I get from Mom though. I'm also the shortest out of us at 5'4. My deep blue eyes are something I got from my father. I'm also very shapely. I have a big a.ss.

I look nothing like the rest of them. I never felt like I was a part of them. I always felt like I was more of a nanny to Emmet and Celia. Ava barely paid any attention to me. And Mom.. hated me.

"How can a mother hate her own daughter?" I muttered.

I honestly don't get it. The one person on the planet who was supposed to be programmed to love me unconditionally.. Hated me. More than anything else in the world. And I don't even know what I ever did to make her feel that way.

"Was this all really just because I look like him? A father I don't even remember?" I asked.

Not like I'll be getting an answer.

My father left when I was so young that I really don't remember anything about him. I don't remember what he looked like, or how his voice sounded. I have vague and fuzzy images of a man hovering above me when I was a child, but that's really it.

I sat down on the floor with my back against the couch.

"This is all so fu.cked." I said. "You left without even giving me an apology."

I tossed back more of my tequila. Man, I've drunk a lot of this already. Am I even buzzed?

"Guess this makes me an orphan now," I mumbled.

I put my lips to the bottle, and then there was a knock at the door.

I paused as I looked over at the door. I took a long drink as I stared at it. Did I really hear that, or am I just drunk?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Guess I didn't imagine it.

Who would be here at this time of night though? And why? What could someone possibly want?

Wait.. Is it Ava?

No, she wouldn't knock, she'd come right in. This is her house too, after all.

So, who is it then? Another family member? A neighbor to drop off a casserole?

That sounds more accurate.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Alright, alright! I'm coming." I shouted as I stood up.

The moment I stood up, the room spun. I marched to the door sloppily. Man, I'm way more drunk than I thought.

"What?" I bit out as I ripped the door open.

On the other side, is the man that I saw at the funeral home earlier. The really hot guy that was looking for Ava. How did he find this address to this place?

"You," he grumbled.

Oh great, he's a sweetie.

"Look, Ava isn't here, alright?" I said.

I tried to shut the door, but he put his foot in the way, stopping me.

"Well, I don't believe you," he said.

"Gee, I sure wish there was someone here who cared." I replied sweetly as I tried to push the door on his foot.

The man pushed it open so hard that I fell back on the floor. I landed on my a.ss hard.

"Ah sh.it." I muttered. "That really hurt, you fu.cking prick. Just who the hell do you think you are?" I shouted.

The man ignored me as he walked right into my house. Five other men walked in behind him. All of them started to look around, making themselves at him.

"Hey! I didn't tell you a.ssholes you could come in. Get the fu.ck out of my house before I get my bat." I ordered.

The first man snapped his fingers. Suddenly, two of the men grabbed me. Another put a sack over my head. I started to thrash around, and scream and yell. They tied my ankles together and my wrists behind my back.

"What the fu.ck!? Let me go! You big a.ss barbarians! Ugh!" I screamed as I thrashed around.

I was suddenly lifted into the air, and tossed over someone's shoulder. I tried to knee the guy that has me, but what I'm really doing is wiggling and flailing about.

"Be still before he drops you." The man ordered.

Damn, that accent is really something else. I wonder where he's from. It's really too bad that he's such a di.ck, he's so hot.

I didn't stop flailing though. No one orders me around first of all. And ya know, I'm fu.cking being kidnapped!

Smack!

The smack to my a.ss had me freezing. Heat shot through my body from my a.ss.

"I told you to stop moving." The man said, amused. "Take her to the trunk."

"The trunk?!" I asked, panicked.

The man who has me started to move. Before I knew it, I was tossed into the trunk of a car.

"Get comfortable, myszko, it's going to be a long ride." The first man said.

Then the trunk closed shut. I know I must be super drunk, because the only thing I can keep thinking is..

Did he just call me a fu.cking mouse?