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Hell or something like it

Chapter Twenty One: Letters to her.

Kenna laid on her stomach on her bed staring down at the blank page in front of her. It'd been almost three months since she woke up with no idea of how messed up her life had become and only a couple of weeks since she was allowed to come home from the hospital. She still had problems walking on her own for long distances but she was getting better everyday with the help of Wilson, Cuddy, and even her dad. No one heard from Tritter after the accident everyone just assumed he went back home no one knew why. They got a new case worker also and she agreed that House had made enough improvements to allow Kenna to stay with him although he was ordered to take parenting classes and cut down on his vicodin usage by at least fifty percent before anything would be finalized. Kenna grabbed a pen from her night stand and began to write.

Dear mom,

Everything is going good so far and I expect them to keep getting better as time passes. I miss you so much and I wish you were here. You always knew the right thing to say and when to say it…dad not so much but at least he's trying. He starts his parenting classes tomorrow; he somehow found a way to make Wilson go too. I would pay to see that one. He's cut down on his vicodin a lot even you would be proud of him. He's trying really hard to get this right. He may not show it that often now that I'm all better but I know he cares and I know he's willing to do what ever it takes to make sure I get to stay. This house is gorgeous. I love it here. I get to go what ever I want to my room as long as it doesn't involve painting my room black or any other weird colors as dad put it. I left the walls white and just hung up pictures some that I drew others that was taken. I have this picture of you and dad when you first started dating…the second time. You two look so happy together. I start school soon, I'm already registered I just have to be able to walk on my own for long periods of time.

I'm trying really hard, even though sometimes it hurts. I know you wouldn't want me missing too much school. I'm still going to graduate and go to college like I promised and maybe become a lawyer like you. I'm still drawing, and I've even began writing songs. Dad's teaching me to play the piano and the guitar. It's one of the few times we actually spend quality time with each other. Cuddy is coming over for dinner tonight, Wilson's cooking thank god. I don't think any of us would live through the night if dad was cooking. We've become somewhat of a little family. It's nice to know that I not only have you looking out for me up there but three wonderful people looking out for me down here. One day we will all be together again. Although god will probably kick all of us out of heaven even he has his limits and its pretty much a guarantee dad will do what ever he can to push those limits. Do they have restraining orders up there? Because god is going to need one along with his own little army of Angels to keep him away. Tell him to invest in some electric fences ten feet tall just in case that doesn't work.

Kenna giggled and looked up from the notebook when she heard the front door open. She heard Cuddy talking to Wilson obviously her dad was too lazy to get up and answer the door. She smiled and shook her head before looking back down at her Journal.

I have to go Cuddy's here. I'll write again soon.

Love you always,

Kenna

Kenna closed the journal and laid both it and the pen on the end table. She slowly pushed herself in to a sitting position and looked around at all the pictures on her wall. Her favorite was the one she drew of her, her mom, her dad, her aunt Cuddy, and Uncle Wilson all standing in front of a forest with a waterfall in the distance. She smiled as she slowly stood up and took baby steps toward the doorway. She winced as sharp pains shot up her leg. It still wasn't strong enough to hold her weight. She grabbed the door way to keep her self from hitting the floor. Wilson was leaning against the hall way wall. He smiled at her when she reached the door way and held out his hand to her.

"Need a little help Ken?" He asked softly.

She smiled, nodded, and then grabbed his arm. Once she was close enough to him she wrapped her arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around hers to help support some of her weight and they both slowly walked towards the living room.

Kenna looked up at him and smiled. "You know I hate it when you call me Ken."

Wilson smiled and nodded. "I know."

Kenna laughed as they made their way through the living room and into the kitchen.

"It's about time!" House said trying to act mad but the smile on his face made it impossible to believe. Wilson helped Kenna sit down and House put the plate he made for her down in front of her. He ruffled her hair with his hand before walking back over to make his own.

"Thanks." Kenna said smiling at her dad. Wilson poured everyone a glass of milk before making his own plate and sitting down beside Kenna. "Thanks." Kenna said again taking a bite of her food.

Wilson smiled and nodded. House sat down on the other side of Kenna and looked disappointedly down at the glass of milk. "I thought I asked for scotch…or a beer at least."

"Sorry, you're stuck with milk." Wilson said before taking a bite of his food.

Kenna smiled as she looked around at her small, highly dysfunctional, sometimes crazy family and she couldn't think of any other place she would rather be.

Authors note: The very last chapter to the longest story I've ever written. I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and reading the reviews. So what do you think of a sequel? Maybe a squeal crossed over with another show?Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.