Hope Mikaelson (littlest_wolf) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2015-01-28 23:53:00 |
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Hope wasn't the type to use alcohol to distract herself, or even to take the edge off of difficult situations - at least not usually. Sure, there had been a few times here and there, but for the most part she'd always tried to steer clear. To handle her problems without falling onto the crutch that was a bottle. Today was different. Perhaps because of the town itself and the perpetual headache it seemed to have given her, making her feel like she was going crazy with each new duplicate family member it felt the need to drop into her life. Or maybe it was just that she'd never realized how naive she was to think her father - volatile, unpredictable Klaus Mikaelson - hadn't done terrible things to his own flesh and blood.
There had always been rumors she'd heard, of course, about the things he'd done to other people. Things she'd always asked questions about, tried to pry into and get more information about but she was always shut down. The truth kept from her. Until now, and knowing that those things had been done to his own siblings made Hope's stomach turn. Made her want to cry because of the reaction it had elicited about of the little Elijah that was here.
Immediately after she'd read what her Uncle Kol had written she'd realized she didn't want to see her father. And seeing as how she shared a house with one of them, it seemed unlikely she'd be able to avoid him unless she locked herself in her room. Certainly a viable option, but she didn't necessarily want to be alone. Johnathan had come to mind at the same time she'd set her phone on the counter, intending to leave it downstairs for the rest of the night so she wouldn't be tempted to read anything more. Cashing in on that raincheck she'd gotten for drinks with him was definitely the better option. A welcome distraction so she wouldn't have to think about how her view of her father and his relationships with his siblings had shifted.
It helped that she liked Johnny, that he made her laugh, made her feel comfortable - hell, he was the only friend she actually had in this place that wasn't someone who was related to her. And he seemed to enjoy her company as much as she enjoyed his.
Not even bothering to change or fix her hair from the messy ponytail she'd thrown it into earlier, Hope made quick work of getting to his place, enjoying the walk because it gave her time to breathe and think - to calm down before she got there. So that she wasn't as on edge as she'd been at her house when she finally arrive, knocking on the door once before opening it and peeking her head in, mostly because she didn't feel entirely comfortable just barging in without announcing her presence. "Hey, it's Hope," she called out, not waiting for an answer before she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.