The Blood War, Peaky Blinders

𝟎𝟒𝟒 how did i go from growing up till breaking down?

The blood war
chapter forty four, How did i go from growing up till breaking down?
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-1926
Birmingham, England

Khloè found herself storming back into the house after her meeting with Luca and saw her parents sitting on the sofa. "the kids are in bed..." Isabella said. "where the fuck have you been?" Ethan asked with a sigh. "Eloise is dead" Khloè said, "Luca doesn't know it yet but his daughter is dead and when he finds out, it'll be hell on all of us... it'll just make the problem bigger." "Have you been drinking?" Ethan asked, noticing the slur in his daughter's words. "Michael nearly died too, he flatlined for at least five minutes" Khloè said. her voice breaking. It was clear that tonight had taken a lot of out of her and all she wanted to do was sleep, cry or do something in between. Isabella walked over and hugged Khloè, holding her close. "I nearly lost him mama... again..." Khloè said, holding her mom tight as she shakes, tears streaming down her face. "shh va tutto bene, tesoro... respira e basta" Isabella said, soothing Khloè.

"I have to... I have to call Polly... tell her the deal is done" Khloè said. "What deal, who'd you make a deal with?" Isabella asked. "Luca... mom it was my only option" Khloè said, reaching for the phone. "we'll be back in the morning, ring us if you need anything before then" Ethan said, kissing the side of Khloè's head as she held the phone to her ear. Polly picked up, she sounded fine. "I made a deal with Luca, Polly..." Khloè said shakily, "He's safe and if you still wanna hate me after this just fucking know, my ass is the reason your son will still be alive." She hung up the phone, slamming it on the stand and she sinks into the sofa, Khloè's never had this much alcohol before, she knew she couldn't take it but the guilt and grief over came her so she drank and drank. Eliot walks in the front door and sees Khloè on the sofa.

"How are you holding up?" Eliot asked, walking over to her. "I did something... terrible" Khloè said, defeated. "How so?" Eliot asked, sitting down beside her. "I kissed Bonnie..." Khloè said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Michael's in a hospital bed, fighting for his life because of my fucking uncle and I go and kiss Bonnie fucking Gold!" That was the final straw for Khloè and she sinks back into the sofa, putting her head in her hands and she cries. "hey, hey... it's okay" Eliot said, pulling her in for a hug. "I don't know why I did it... I was weak and he was there... and I feel so stupid" Khloè said as she cried into Eliot's chest, "No one's allowed to speak to me and I want everything to go back to normal..." "Everyone does, Khlo... everyone does" Eliot said. trying to comfort Khloè.

"I feel like an asshole" Khloé said. "Did it go further than a kiss?" Eliot asked. Khloé shook her head, "If it did I would've killed by now" Khloé said. "The alcohol is making it worse, why don't you try and get some sleep?" Eliot asked. "I don't trust myself to sleep... Eloise is dead, I kissed Bonnie and I made a deal with my uncle... You think I can sleep?" Khloé asked. "Atlas is gonna be crushed when he hears about Eloise..." Eliot said, "Just promise me you'll try and get some sleep."

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Arthur went to Khloé's house the next day, without Tommy's knowledge but as far as he was concerned, he was too busy with Milly. Arthur noticed her door was open and he walked in. "Khloé?" He shouts. There was no answer. Arthur then got confused and shouted again. When she didn't answer again, Arthur sprinted up the stairs and found Khloé's bedroom door open but the bathroom door locked. "Oh Khloé for fuck sake" Arthur sighed. He banged on the door, no one came to it. "Khloé!" Arthur yells, throwing himself against the door and prying it open and there lay a full both with Khloé lying it it.