“They’ve been banging on doors since morning—we can’t sleep, our kids can’t rest! All of you need to leave!”
“That’s right! I didn’t move here to have my peace destroyed by this trash. Don’t think I don’t know—you and your parents are all the same! Get out!”
Their voices grew louder and louder. Even security couldn’t hold them back, while property management stood by helplessly.
I was reaching my breaking point. Why did my family always have to bring me nothing but trouble?
“Emily, it’s really simple. Either give me the money and we’ll leave, or sell the house so we can all share the loss.”
Megan sauntered over, smirking as she watched me crumble.
They were certain I couldn’t stay here. The neighbors despised me, my home was in shambles, and the noise was endless.
The crowd grew more agitated, ready to throw us all out.
“Why don’t you just give the house to your brother? That way you’ll stop fighting. It’s all for your own good,” Mom sobbed, pretending to care.
A chill ran through me.
“For my own good? Everything he has came from me! And now even my home should be his? You just want me to spend my life taking care of Daniel, don’t you?”