Chapter Four

“The landlord. He evicted you from the house” my heart dropped “They broke into your house yesterday and took your things out. He kept screaming about your unpaid rent” My world crashed, I couldn't speak.

“I'm on my way Maros” I muttered.

I froze, not sure if I should run home, email the agent and call him or do them all at once. First I got fired, now this. I scurried through the back of the hotel, and flagged a cab right after I had counted how much cash I had in my purse. Cabs are fast but pricey. 

In less than 20 minutes I was in front of my house. My luggage and stuff scattered outside on the grass like garbage. I walked past them towards the voice from inside my apartment living room. 

My front door dangled off its hinge exposing a scattered living room. Two large men dressed in black with black shades stood inside the living room like statues. A short man who seemed like he was in his early thirties sat on my sofa, on a phone call. 

I cleared my throat, mustering all the courage I had. Yes I was behind on my rent, Because Madam Louise lied about me to the manager and got my pay deducted to 50%, I couldn't defend myself because apparently the manager had a thing for her and since then I've been struggling to meet up. I'd always met the rent deadlines before that. Always.

“Ah, so it's you. Little girl” The man smirked, standing in front of him. “You didn't see your things outside?”

“I did”

“Why come in here? As you can see I'm on a very important call. Someone else wants this apartment” 

“I'm guessing you're the landlord” 

“Ah. Finally something you got right”

“I refurbished this place” I said, lifting my chin.

“And?” His demeanour changed quickly, his smile was replaced with a scowl.

“Take this filthy pauper out of my house” He waved a hand instructing the two huge men.

Before I could react, the two men grabbed me by my shoulders and lifted me off the ground.

“Let me go!”

“Don't let her go!” He commanded before going back to his phone call. 

They dropped me outside on the grass like I was nothing. I winced with pain while they went back in. I jumped up and ran after them, only to crash straight into one of them. He made a low guttural sound glaring down at me as he flexed his chest muscle. Daring me to walk past him inside. I ignored him and tried to slip back into my apartment and they lifted me again and dropped me right back outside.

“I hate you peopl–” I screamed 

Just then Maros left his house with his wife, both with their walking sticks to help me up. 

“Oh poor poor thing” Maros' wife Helen murmured, dusting the glass off of my jeans. 

“I told him I'd pay up for you but he said it's of no use. Someone else is taking up the place. I'm sorry for not helping Sophia” Marco looked at me with worry. 

“You should have told us earlier you were struggling with rent. Don't they pay you well in that silly hotel? or is it Madam Louise again?” Helen asked, straightening my hair with her fingers 

A lump piled up in my throat as I hiccuped and then the tears came running down my face. 

“I got fired” I bawled out 

Helen's eyes widened “Oh my…why? Madam Louise again?” 

I nodded As she cupped my face wiping my tears away with her thumbs 

“I knew it. I hope something bad happens to her, she can't stop torturing you. Come, come. Leave your belongings for now, you need to sit down. You've had too much dumped on you today” 

She held my hand and led me to the front porch of their house, seating me down on the chair. Maros followed behind.

“It was my fault this time” I collapsed into her embrace crying like a child while she patted my head. 

“Oh Honey. Life's just unfair, but you'll be alright. In no time you'll be a graduate. This is just one bad chapter not the whole story, don't let this bother you” 

I looked up from Helen's embrace to see Maros already gathering my stuff. He had been helping me while I cried. 

That's when the screech of tires sounded through the air. It was Becky’s Porsche packed roughly in front of my apartment. She stormed out of her car fuming. 

“Oh, good. Becky is finally here honey. Maros has been trying to contact her when we couldn't reach you. We thought you were over at her place” Helen said rubbing the back of my hands.

Becky casually walked past Maros who was helping to pick up my things in front of my house and went straight inside. 

No no no no, she's going to cause a scene. 

Just as I stated, I heard her shouting.

“She's giving them a handful Helen. I have to stop her before they call the police ” 

About leaving Helen's porch. Becky was hauled out by the same men, she struggled in their arms screaming at their faces.

“Take your broke ass house, broke ass!” she shrieked. As they dropped her to the grown “I'm telling my father i was harassed by you! Spoilt brat! Losers!” 

I rushed over to her side and helped her up.

“Babyy, you were crying?” Her rage melted instantly as she cupped my cheeks gently, wiping my face with both her palms. 

I nodded in reply, sniffing. She hugged me tightly.

“Give me his number.”