Just a Number

One More Number

Chloe's POV 

I sighed, burying my face in my hands. First that, now this? What am I? A magnet for bad luck? I thought sighing again. I took a deep breath and stood up. I got back on my feet and wandered aimlessly on the sidewalk. 

Suddenly, a man spotted me. And looked at me. Not in a 'Hello strangers' way, but a 'I want to fuck her' way. He smirked and walked by me, taking me into an empty alleyway. "What do you need?" I asked, my eyelids still half closed. He got closer and I bumped into a wall as I backed up. I was trapped. The man, no doubt, could see the panic in my eyes.

"Well hello." He said, his breath heating my face. His hand on my thigh seems to move higher up. I squirmed uncomfortably.

His hand was shockingly close to my private and his body was basically on top of me. He moved closer. His hand kept crawling up my leg. My skirt rustled against his hand. His face got closer, making me turn my face. He laughed and turned my face towards him with a hand on my chin.

As he started to get closer, a knife pinned him to the alleyway wall across from me. I gasped and I fell to the ground. I wanted it all to be over. I curled into a ball. A shadow seemed to walk towards me. I didn't budge. I still felt exhausted, my eyes closing and I fell into a deep sleep.

"AGAIN!" Someone yelled. "Sorry father.." Another voice said, sounding very familiar. Was that...me? I looked around, seeing an old house. As I walked, I saw little kids. Two girls were playing a game and the boys were wrestling. As I continued to walk, I saw rooms, right next to each other, on each side of the hall. 

Then I continued. A room, farther away than the rest seemed to be bolted. Just then, a man and a small Chloe exited it. "I'm sorry father.." the mini Chloe said. The man scoffed, "We are taking away your books for a week." Suddenly, the mini Chloe started bawling. "Please...father, those are the only things I have..." the man turned. "Pogo will collect them by the end of the day." 

He said and left, leaving the shaking girl alone. She got up and sat down on her shitty bed. I wanted to hug her and tell her things got better, but they didn't. I mean, it was better at first, then... I shook my head. I wouldn't say I liked thinking about that. 

Suddenly I woke up, lurching forward. I looked around. A group of adults were huddled next to me. "I'm sorry, where am I?" I asked, getting their attention. "The Umbrella Academy." A girl said, and something clicked. 

"This is the fucking Academy?" I asked. 

"Yep." The girl said. "Dang..It looks the same." I said standing up. "Though I didn't get to leave my room, so what can I say." They all looked at me. "You were here?" A large man with a small jacket asked. 

"Oh, right. I forgot Father never mentioned me." I bowed. "Chloe Hargreeves, at your service," I smirked as they looked at me. "You look like 16." Another girl said.

"Right. My "mother" did this." I said, air quoting mother. "Mother?" Someone asked. "Yeah, they kidnapped me when we were kids and raised me, basically training me," I explained as someone opened the door. 

"Can you turn it—what is she doing here?" A recognizable voice said. 

"Five! It's nice to see you again!" I smirked. "No. No, it's not." Five glared at me, "You tried to kill me!" 

"Ah, but you are alive, aren't you?" I said, still smirking. "And if I wanted you dead, you would be dead." He glared at me. The others looked back and forth between us like we were playing tennis or something. 

"And the only reason you didn't is because you wanted my father to die first."

"Correct."

"Well my fathers dead, you want to kill me now?" 

"Not yet, you probably won't get his fortune until your family dies." I turned to his family. "No offense." 

"Why won't you just sign them yet?" 

"Because I don't want to."

"Are you just doing it for my money? I mean your family is rich." 

"Which one, the mother who didn't care about me or the father who only wanted me for my fucking powers, huh, which one? 'Cause one is dead, and one likes my sister more than me."

"You know damn well what I'm talking about."

"He won't put me in the will, he doesn't know I'm still alive.

"He doesn't think I'm alive either!"

"Huh..true, well, we're divorcing."

"You can't just do that!" 

"I can, I just did."

"Ugh, fine."

"Bye-bye ex-husband!"

Five left and I laughed. "Um..what just happened?" One of the girls asked. "Oh, me and Five dated. Then married. I'll tell you later."