Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 210 Men Lose Their Rationality When Drunk

Sophie jumped up, scared out of her mind, and shoved the only table in the room against the door without saying a word.

She turned around, looking pale as a ghost, and said, "It's fine, don't freak out. He probably got the wrong door. He'll knock for a bit, and when no one answers, he'll leave." Honestly, we weren't the ones freaking out; it was all her.

And I didn't buy for a second that the drunk outside had the wrong door. Her quick move to block the door was pure instinct, so this kind of late-night hassle was definitely not new to her. The knocking got louder, and the drunk guy outside started slurring his words.

"I know you're in there. I just heard voices. Did you bring a guy back? Open the door."

After a bit more knocking, he leaned against the door, his voice dropping like he was trying to be sneaky.

"One hundred bucks a time, deal or not? The old ladies outside only charge fifty."

Sophie couldn't take his nasty words anymore, covered her ears, and squatted down.

I looked at Dakato. "Dakato, open the door."

Dakato nodded and walked over. Sophie jumped up and grabbed her.

"No, he'll leave. Trust me, he won't stay there forever. He'll leave."

I stood up and looked Sophie in the eye.

"Be straight with me. Does this guy come around often? Has he ever messed with you?"

Sophie bit her lip and shook her head.

"No, as soon as I get home at night, I lock the door tight. He knocks for a while, and when I don't open up, he leaves."

I patted her hand to calm her down. "Don't worry, it's okay."

I gave Dakato a look, and she got it, moving the table and opening the door.

The drunk guy leaning against it fell flat on his face.

He was in a tank top, rolled-up pants, and beat-up slippers, one of which fell off. His face was red, and he wobbled as he got up. His pants, stained with white plaster, weren't even zipped up. He squinted at us, grinning like an idiot with a creepy smile.

"You finally opened the door. Happy with the price now?"

He reached out to touch my face, probably thinking I was Sophie.

Before he could, Dakato slapped him hard.

to the side, and after a moment, he turned back,

I'll make you call me

his sleeves, trying to look

get you." Sophie

scare me. My father-in-law's birthday is

closer, Dakato knocked him

stand a

give him a chance to get up, beating him

do it

a crowd, and Abby woke up from all the

went to pick

"Sophie, you and Abby are coming with me. You

rid of the drunk, we helped Sophie pack up and left

Sophie stay at my place. But she didn't want

remembered my old house in the alley, empty for two years despite plans for demolition. I decided to let Sophie stay there for now; it was way better than living in the Grimeville Ghetto. The old house hadn't been opened in over a year

the

quickly set up a bed

a quick clean-up of the place. Sophie sensibly said, "Emily, it's late. Why

and pulled Sophie to rest

sorry you have to stay here

not a problem. It's way better than where I was before. But I'm really scared Linda will find out

her thought

and would be back late, so I decided to stay at the old house with Sophie for the night. After

at the

am I really

I couldn't help but think of my own helpless and timid

too late. Forget about the kindergarten and club jobs or money for now. Focus on learning and improving your skills so you can land better-paying gigs. Abby's almost two and can go to daycare in the fall.

"Of course, Sophie. Believe in yourself. Aurora once told me, the harder you work, the luckier

of environment, so Abby wasn't sleeping well and soon started crying again. Sophie quickly

to get some rest and that we could talk in the morning. But when I lay down, I couldn't

miscarriage. Those were the darkest days of my life. Thankfully, I had Bella and Seagull, who constantly supported me and helped me out of the gloom.

could clearly hear the drunkenness in the singing. It was a

got up and walked out the door. The singing was clearer in the hallway. I walked down to

place, but his family had moved out

lights on. I stepped in and noticed there was no musty smell, only a

a figure lying near the window. Taking a few more steps, I accidentally kicked over a beer bottle, which

singing stopped, and the person on the floor turned their

"Jason?"