In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Read In Love With My Evil Stepbrother Chapter 73 – Homeless

I almost stutter, “M–Mr. Johnson, what are you doing here?”.

He picks up his baseball bats and points it at me, “What does it seem like? I’m here to move you out of my house! Hurry up! Don’t make me force you.”

I take a step back, staring at his baseball bat warily. Mr. Johnson is a little hot tempered, yes, but I didn’t think of him as someone who would beat the shit out of his tenants just because they missed one payment.

“What are you doing with that bat?” I ask carefully keeping my safe distance with him. “There’s no need for that. I-I can call the police!”

He rolls his eyes at me, “Cut the crap little girl. I don’t hit woman, but if you

keep mooching off me, I might lose my temper. So get moving, now!”

“Please, Mr. Johnson. Just one more chance. I promise you I’ll get the rent ready by the end of this month. Something happened at work, and I didn’t

“NO!!” he roars, covering his eyes with his hands. “No excuses! You said the same thing last month and you still came back empty-handed. I sent you an evacuation notice a week ago so technically, I’m on the legal high ground here! Call the police or a f**king lawyer if you want, but you are still moving out, TODAY!”

I clench my backpack and stand there still, fighting with my own embarrassment. He’s right. I didn’t pay for my rent on time so technically he can throw me out anytime he wants.

But why today? Why make things worse for me when they are already bad enough?

“Oh god,” Mr. Johnson mumbles frustratedly, waving his bat like a whip.“ You are not crying, are you? Don’t make me seem like the bad guy here. Come one, hurry. Let’s get you start packing.”

I drag my steps to the door and open the door with my keys. He follows me in, starting to check up on everything while I pack my stuffs.

My mind is a mess the entire time. This is the first time I get thrown out. What should I do? Well, I have class tomorrow morning so I can probably huddle up on a bench in the park for tonight and go straight to class, that is if I don’t get frozen to death under this weather. I’ll have to find another job and live in a motel before I get settled down again…

How much does a motel cost again?

While I’m thinking all these, Mr. Johnson comes out of the kitchen and says to me gruffly, “Well, no wallpaper damage, no busted toilet, no f**king blood stains on the carpet. You are not a bad tenant, that I must say.”

“…Yet you are still kicking me out,” I close my suitcase and murmurs.

“I can’t have you live here for free, can I? What would my other tenants think? So, are you ready to go?”

I only have three suitcases and one backpack. He helps me with the heaviest one and escorts me downstairs.

Once we are at the ground floor, he turns to me and asks, “There’s a cheap motel three blocks away. You need a ride?”

I hesitate a little and say yes. I’m really not in the mood to walk another three blocks under this weather.

“You should be thankful that I have a daughter about your age,” he grunts and pushes open the entrance door for me.” I’m not normally this nice to tenants, you know? I usually just beat them out with my bats, and what the hell?”

He suddenly snaps and scares me a bit. I follow his gaze and then see a black Audi parked right in front of the entrance of the building.

It’s Eason’s car.

literally too shocked to say a

morning, two hours after he

he still doing

car here! Can’t he see the No Parking sign? What if an ambulance needs to come through? Screw it,

I try to

car. There are black circles under his eyes for the lack of sleep. Now his face is filled with rage as he strides over to us and

Mr.

in shock and

then

hand on his shoulder and immediately feel his hard muscle flexed

this d*uch*bag?”

quickly step in between them before things get out of control, “Eason calm down! I know him. He

Your landlord? What’s he doing here 2 o’clock in the morning with all your belongings and a baseball

can answer, Mr. Johnson grumbles in a surly voice, “Why don’t you ask your little

Eason blurt

“…I’m not his girlfriend!”

pay

other and quickly

a snort, “Alright. It seems that you guys clearly know each other. Kid, take

he drags his steps

any attention to the ugly look on my

to mention to my ex

only alone and single,

head at me,“

concern you.”

still pestering me about this? Can’t he just let

grabs my elbow from behind and forces me to face him, “Where are you going? Did you just get

hand off

contain my feelings

I can’t help it

restaurant?! I know we used to f**k each other but everything is in the past! Now you are

shrill and wild yelling echoes in the empty street, like a siren scaring

his head, making it hard

be thinking how pathetic and ridiculous I

three suitcases and march into the rain, stumbling forward. I don’t know where I’m going. I just want to be away from

But that’s not gonna be possible since he just saw the

three giant suitcases, soaking myself under the rain. The cold rain shower calmed me down a

me since I’m still his stepsister. But I made a whole speech about him pestering me and how we used to f**k each other, making it seem like

So stupid, Natalia.

Dropping all my bags on to the ground, I slump onto the bench, staring into the dark night and starting to think

his