EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

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CHAPTER FOUR

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"NO, YOU can't wash your hair with maple syrup!" Freya called after one of the twins, but she was ignored, and she watched as he darted up the stairs. She threw her head back with a groan, one of her hands running up her face as she started after him. "Lucas, get your—"

The rest of her sentence was cut off short by the sound of the doorbell ringing. She pursed her lips and glanced between the door and the stairway, before sighing and walking to open it.

Her eyebrows raised once she saw Allison standing on the porch. "Hey," she greeted, confused. "What're you doing here?"

"Nice house," was her response. "Can I come in?"

Curiously, Freya stepped aside so Allison could enter. The door shut behind her.

"Something happened," she said after a moment of silence. "And I just need someone to talk to because this is absolutely insane, and I'm pretty sure you are the only person I know with actual brain cells."

That was probably true, Diego and Klaus used to compete over the length of their toe-nails. Freya refrained from shuttering at the thought. They brought rulers out and everything.

"Luther and I found some old tapes...long story short, he thinks Grace killed our Dad."

"Holy shit," Freya knew her brows were sky high. "But, you don't think..?"

"I'm not sure," Allison confessed with the shake of her head. "You think you can manage to slip away? We're trying to have a family meeting so we can discuss it."

"You're sure the others are okay with that?"

Allison blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not a Hargreeves. I'm just some girl who used to come over all the time. This isn't my place."

She watched as Allison bit her bottom lip. "Fine. I'll tell you the truth." Freya's stomach clenched. "We need Klaus to sober up in order for him to use his powers. And I doubt he'll even show if you aren't there. Luther asked me to come and get you."

At Freya's expression, Allison hurried on. "Look, it's really not that big of a deal. You can't get mad at me, or Luther. It's a known fact that Klaus listens to you. You're the only person he respects."

"Allison, you can't just come in here and tell me how I'm supposed to feel. Well, actually, technically I guess you could. What, are you gonna rumor me to not have some weariness when it comes to the Hargreeves family?"

Allison looked like she'd been slapped. Freya felt like a complete asshole, but didn't apologize.

"I won't force you to come," Allison said. "I know you have a pretty simple life here, so I totally get it if you want to stay away from our chaotic mess of a family. But I also know that no matter how much you try to deny it, you're curious about what happened to Reginald, too. So don't feel like you can't come back to the house, okay?"

"Sure," Freya replied shortly, and at the same time, a loud crash came from upstairs. She glanced towards the stairs, followed by the sound of yelling. "I'll think about it, alright? But I'm not gonna make any promises. These rugrats are hard to control."

Allison paused at the doorway, and turned to face her again with a small smile played on her lips. "Trust me, I know." She cleared her throat. "I hope I'll see you there."

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Somehow, luck seemed to be on Freya's side, because the Jenkin's came home for the night, and she was off the hook for nannying. Although, she didn't know if she would consider that luck. She'd much rather be in her own bed watching television instead of the replaying tape in front of her that showed the exact same thing every time. Grace gives Reginald something to drink, he passes out, and she leaves.