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.

too shocked

the morning, two hours after he dropped me

he still

here! Can’t he see the No Parking sign?

I try

off the 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 drags me behind his

Mr. Johnson. “And drop

eyes in shock and roars

his eyes dangerously at Mr. Johnson and then whispers

place my hand on his shoulder and immediately feel his hard muscle flexed under

is this d*uch*bag?” Mr. Johnson

before things get out of control, “Eason

clearly not buying my words.“ Your landlord? What’s he doing here 2 o’clock in the morning with

answer, Mr. Johnson grumbles in a surly voice, “Why don’t you ask your little girlfriend? If she

Eason blurt out

“…I’m not his girlfriend!”

pay

awkward glance with each other and quickly look away. I can feel my

a snort, “Alright. It seems that you guys clearly know each other. Kid, take her home tonight if you can. She just went homeless.

said, he

to the ugly

the hell does he have to mention to my ex that I’m

now I’m not only alone and single,

head at me,“ Natalia, what did he mean by

concern you.” I

pestering me about this? Can’t

and forces me

furiously, shaking his hand off and taking a few

been trying to contain my feelings till we

can’t help

are you still here? Why waited me at the restaurant?! I know we used to f**k each other but everything is in the past! Now you are like a total stranger to me!

echoes in the empty street, like a siren scaring off

he stands there still during the outburst, slightly lowering his head, making it hard for me to

must be thinking how pathetic and ridiculous

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

a little dignity. But that’s not gonna be possible since

around on the street with three giant suitcases, soaking myself under the rain. The cold

trying to be nice to me since I’m still his stepsister. But I made

So stupid, Natalia.

the ground, I

bright flashlight pierces through the night. I turn around. It’s his black Audi again, slowly approaching and finally making a stop