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Eviction

Author: Chri's Layla
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-27 20:36:00

I was dizzy. My limbs felt heavy, my head spinning like the world refused to stay still. My body burned in a way that didn’t feel natural, didn’t feel right. I tried to push him off, but my strength betrayed me. Panic clawed up my throat as his weight pinned me down.

Then the door burst open.

“Get out of here! Don’t you see what I’m doing?” Mr. Wang shouted angrily, completely unaware of who had just entered.

The next second, his voice changed.

I felt it before I saw it—the sudden shift in the air, the violence of movement. Vincent grabbed him by the collar and slammed his head against the wall with a sickening thud.

“Ahhhh!” Mr. Wang screamed, clutching his bald head as blood began to trickle down his fingers.

My heart pounded violently in my chest.

“Who the hell are you?” he shouted, rage and fear mixed in his voice.

Then he froze.

His face drained of color when he finally looked up.

“M-Mr. Markston…” he stuttered. “I didn’t know it was you.”

I could barely focus, but I
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