My mother picked up a broom and started hitting me with it.
It hurt so much that I gritted my teeth.
"You don't recognize me as family, do you? Are you sure?"
I was forced to the doorstep, clenching my fists and asking.
"We are sure!
"Go to hell!"
Mom nodded.
Dad and Gerry consented.
"OK. As of tonight, we are done! If you ever run into something, don't come and beg me."
I said coldly.
"Beg you? Are you kidding? You're an unemployed loser. What can you do? Take your luggage and get out of here."
Wendy threw my suitcase out and locked the door.
It started to rain.
The rain poured down on me.
It was so cold.
My heart was utterly cold, too.
I walked alone in the rain. I couldn't find a taxi in the village, so I had to call my good friend Dale Morales for help.
Dale was my college classmate, a fellow villager from the same county, and also a business partner.
We were always close.
After he heard about my situation, he immediately asked his relatives who were around to send me to the county so that I could temporarily stay in a hotel.
After taking a shower, I calmed down completely and immediately contacted the company's lawyer, preparing to use legal means to get back everything that belonged to me.