Alli had been stolen, yet again, by Mike (her father). She was taken away from the only person she'd ever loved. Liam. What will him, and the other guys, do to get her back? How much are they willing to risk to save her? Sequel to Stolen


39. The Will

* Allison's POV

     It was 3 am before the guys finished singing. They came of stage sweaty and happy. Liam pulled me into a massive hug, but I didn't care. I was sweaty too.

     "Alli, I never got to tell you how amazing you were!" Liam exclaimed.

     "Thank you," I blushed.

     My phone started to ring and I excused myself to behind stage where nobody was and I could actually hear. They guys were busy signing autographs and taking pictures so they wouldn't miss me for a few minutes.

     "Hello?" I answered.

     "Is this Allison Meyers?" a mans voice came from the other end.

     "This is Allison."

     "My name is Abrahm Shwelter and I am Jessica Meyers' attourney. You are Jessica's daughter, right?"

     I nodded, confused, and then realized he can't see me. Why was my mother's old attourney calling me? My mother was killed over five years ago.

     "This is Jessica's daughter. May I ask why you are calling me?" I asked nervously

     "Yes, do you remember the house you used to live in when your mother was alive?"

     I rememberd it like it was yesterday. It was a two-story, brick cottage in the middle of the forest with ivy growing up its side and a dirt path leading to a small pond a few miles away. There was a maple tree in front where my mother would push me on an old, beaten up tire swing. I missed that.

     "Yes, I do. Why?" I asked.

     "You know that when your mother died, you and your father moved into an apartment and you sold the old house?" Abrahm kep firing questions at me.

     "Yes I do, now can you get to the point?" I was getting irritated.

     "The couple that moved into that house died a few weeks ago and the house was bought again. When the family was moving in, they found your mother's will," Abrahm sounded very serious.

     "My mother's w-will?" I stuttered.

     "Yes, her will," he continued, "And you were left half of her belongings."

     "Wait a second, who was left the other half? I know she didn't leave any to my father," I trailed off.

     I couldn't believe I got half of my mother's belongings. My mother and father had all of their debts paid of and were on the wealthy side. This would be great inheritance for me.

     "The other half was left to her sister, your aunt," he said matter-of-factly.

     "But I don't have an aunt," I said incredulously.

     "Yes you do, you have and aunt and two cousins," he said slowly like I was mentally stupid.

     "I do?" I didn't know I had an Aunt. Or cousins.

     "Yes, yes you do."

     Well apparently I had an Aunt now. And Cousins.

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