Chapter 1

• "Get out of my house this instant. I want you and your things thrown out right now! "
• "Mr. Fred, please, you have to listen. I have no money with me right now, but give me till the end of this week. I promise I will pay every cent I owe, but please don't throw us out. " Tears slid down her cheeks as she begged.
• "No! I will not hear that same shit from you again. I am sick of hearing that same line from you, over and over again. I don't want your money anymore. You can keep it. Just leave my house. " He growled, his white face turning red with anger.
• "Please, just this once. Give me till the end of this week, I will get the money ready by then. "
• "Till the end of this week? Do you think I am stupid? Or the fact that I am old, makes you think I am a fool. Is that it? " His voice was so loud that it had already started to attract other tenants.
• "I would never say anything like that, Mr. Fred, and you know it. Just please, all I'm asking is that you consider my mom in the hospital. "
• "Your mom? Oh, please, don't give me that bullshit. Your mom has been in the hospital for as long as I can remember. I think she is better off dead than alive. All she does is bring unnecessary expenses to you, so stop using that as an excuse to shut me up. "
• Her eyes stung with tears at the words of her landlord.
• "P–please, don't say that about my mother." Her voice shook as she spoke.
• "Then pay me my money." His nose flared in anger.
• "I don't have anything on me. Please try to understand what I am saying. I will do whatever it takes to get the money. Just bear with me till the end of this week, and if I fail to meet up, you can throw us out of your house. "
• She begged while on her knees this time, as tears continued to slide down her cheeks.
• "I am not taking that same shit from you again. I have said it, and I will say it again, and I am not leaving here without my money."
• Spit flew out of his mouth while in his rage.
• "Please, just this once. I promise, it would be the very last time I owe you anything, just please don't send us packing. Please. "
• She begged, with every pride thrown out the window, as she crawled towards him with her knees.
• "Get off me!"
• He pushed her off him, dusting his cloth off, like she was disgusting, and would infect him with some kind of disease.
• "Fine! By the end of this week, when I come back here, I want my money ready, or else, you won't like what is coming your way." His voice held a looming threat.
• " And I don't care where you stay or where you would be sleeping at, be it the gutters or under the bridge, or even worse, on the streets. I. Don't. Care. I would have you thrown out in an instant."
• He huffed, as he walked down the old, creaky wooden stairs, mumbling curses as he left.
• Neighbours scrambled out of his way, creating a path for him to walk through.
• She stared at his retreating figure, till he was out of her line of sight, still on her knees, in a daze, with tears stained face.
• Standing on shaky legs, she felt eyes digging into her flesh.
• She walked hastily towards her apartment, tears dropping onto the floor as she walked, with her head bowed.
• Standing by the door inside her apartment, she dropped heavily on the floor.
• A hand over her mouth, preventing sobs to escape, as her tears streamed down her cheeks heavier than before.
• Looking at her apartment, her sobs seem to have grown only louder, as her hand could not contain her sobs any longer.
• Sitting on the floor where she was, she could see the tiny apartment she had rented, now in ruins.
• A mini kitchen was staring right at her, where a living room should have been. Two other doors were located at the sides, leading to a bathroom, and a bedroom.
• The apartment was bare of any furniture and electronics. Only an old looking radio, which was installed in the apartment, sat on an old looking table.
• Her sobs soon turned into loud cries as she remembered all that had happened to her.
• A year ago, and she would have never believed a thing like this would ever happen to her.
• A year ago, and she would never have thought she would have to struggle to survive.
• She remembered it like it was yesterday.
• ****A year ago...
• Her father, Mr Danvers, was up in his study, attending a virtual conference with his employees, and trying to seal a business offer.
• Her mother was sitting just beside her on the swing in the garden, drinking tea, and both chatting, and making jokes, like they had always done.
• Looking at her mother, she felt her heart swell with pride. She was beautiful.
• Her mother was a full-time housewife. She had pretty strawberry blonde hair, which was in a high ponytail.
• Her bright green eyes shone with life, as she talked and laughed.
• Her mother looked really young, and she was.
• They had always done this every morning, but this time, it was different.
• A car suddenly pulled up, and a young, dazzling, and beautiful woman stepped out.
• She looked like a model, but her eyes were cold, and her face told a wicked tale.
• Also stepping out of the car, was a slightly younger lady, who looked like the first, and also the same age as she(Lisa) was.
• One glance, and anyone could tell they were a mother and daughter pair.
• The woman paid no glance at them, as she stomped her way into the mansion furiously, with rolling suitcases, and her daughter right behind her.
• "George, you better come out right now, because I can't bear this any longer. This is the last straw, and I am not going to sit back and watch in the dark, while you have your happily ever after." The woman shouted, not caring for any decency.
• Everyone froze. The maids, and even the gardeners, all looked in curiosity.
• Lisa watched as her mother walked up to the shouting woman, and watched in horror what happened next.
• "Excuse me, but my husband is having a conference call right now, and is busy at the moment to attend to you. Is there anything that I can handle?"
• Her mother put up a smile, but Lisa saw that it was a fake. Her mother was trying her best to be polite.
• "Drop the pretentious smile. I am not here to be polite, and there is nothing you can handle here, so I would advise you to go call him out. Oh, and stop calling George your husband. I am sick of hearing you call him that, and I only heard it once, but it sounds awful. God."
• The woman's eyes held hatred, and her voice held malice in them.
• "Look here, miss. I don't know what trouble, or what your problem is, or whatever business you have with MY HUSBAND." She said, stressing the word.
• " But listen to me, this is my house, and this is my roof, and whatever I say, happens, and if you don't behave yourself, I won't hesitate to throw you out this instant. Don't take me for being kind for foolishness."
• Her mother had dropped the act, and she could see the rage in her mother's eyes, from where she stood.
• The woman let out a snort, and her daughter let out a snicker beside her.
• The woman's eyes held mockery. "The name is Irene, and I have no time to put up with you, just get upstairs, and call George out here, he will explain." She flipped her hair to the side as she spoke.
• "You have no say in this house, and you have no right to tell me what to do, so I suggest you see yourself out this instant." Rage and anger poured out if her mother's words.
• "Just for the moment I don't have the right, but you just wait. Soon enough it would all come clear to you. Now, go call George out, or I would go in there, and get him out myself." Irene threatened, as she made a move up the massive stairs.
• "You wouldn't dare!" Her mother sprang right in front of Irene, preventing her from taking a step further.
• "Get the phone Lisa, call the guards, and have them throw these dogs out of my house this instant." Her mother ordered.
• Lisa took the telecom on the table, and made to call the guards, but her hand was held by someone.
• Looking up with a frown on her face, she saw it was Irene.
• "You wouldn't dare." She said, as she snatched the phone from her grasp.
• "Give it back you witch."
• That was the first time Lisa uttered a word.
• "How dare you call my mother a witch, bitch!?"
• A voice rang out, and it belonged to the younger version of Irene, her daughter.
• "Don't you ever call my mother that, or I will beat you till you can't recognize yourself in the mirror."
• " I would like to see you try!" She growled, as they stared at each other, ready to pounce on each other.
• Lisa had never been so violent in her life, and this was the first time, but unfortunately, won't be her last.
• They were this close to attacking each other, when a voice rang out from the top of the stairs.
• "What is going on here?!"
• An angry Mr Danvers stood at the top. Eyes with fury, and rage, as he walked down the stairs...