When I came home a year after my mother\u2019s death, I discovered my bags at the door and a stranger sitting in my living room, dressed in my mother\u2019s robe. She had no idea whose house she was actually at, but her ex-boyfriend\u2019s new girlfriend grinned and told me it was time for me to go.<\/p>\n
My suitcase rolled in after me as I pulled open the front door. The stench of something oily and cheap perfume filled the house. That was incorrect. The apartment was always cozy, clean, and familiar thanks to my mom.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed two big luggage packed neatly by the door. My bags. I went cold. My ears throbbed with my heartbeat.<\/p>\n
Was there a break-in? No. It wasn\u2019t a forced door. It appeared to have been inhabited. I heard the TV at that moment.<\/p>\n
I froze when I entered the living room.<\/p>\n
A woman smirked as she sat on the couch with her legs crossed. She flipped through the channels as if she owned the house, holding a wine glass in one hand and the remote in the other. The worst part, though?<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s robe was on her.<\/p>\n
The woman turned to face me, her gaze moving up and down me as if I were an unordered delivery.<\/p>\n
She laughed and said, \u201cOh.\u201d \u201cYou returned sooner than I anticipated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d I was surprised at how piercing my voice sounded.<\/p>\n
Completely relaxed, she sprawled out on the couch. \u201cMy name is Vanessa. Rick\u2019s fiance.<\/p>\n
Rick. My mother\u2019s former partner. In honor of her final request, I would allow the man to remain here.<\/p>\n
I tightened my jaw. \u201cWhere is Rick?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa seemed happy with herself as she sipped her wine. He\u2019s out running errands, I see. However, he told me everything about you. She placed her glass on the coffee table, which was my mother\u2019s. \u201cLook, my love, after our conversations, Rick and I truly need some space to ourselves right now. You get it, don\u2019t you?<\/p>\n
I gazed at her. Her remarks were too difficult for my brain to process. Did she require this room?<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is my home,\u201d I uttered gradually.<\/p>\n
In fact, Vanessa laughed. \u201cOh, sweetheart. Come on, even though I know Rick was being kind by letting you stay here. You\u2019ve matured into a woman. The moment has come to move on.<\/p>\n
I tightened my jaw. \u201cThis house is not owned by Rick.\u201d<\/p>\n
She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. \u201cOh, we\u2019ll take care of all that legal business shortly enough. Actually, the attorney will be here to go over everything in about an hour.<\/p>\n
I had to control my trembling hands. Legal matters?<\/p>\n
I took a deep breath. Vanessa kept an eye on me, waiting for me to cry, beg, or get angry so she could make fun of me. I didn\u2019t give it to her. Rather, I looked into her arrogant eyes and replied, \u201cThen I\u2019ll wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s smile wavered momentarily. Only a moment. She then gave a shrug. \u201cAdjust yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
With my arms folded and my heart racing, I sunk into the chair across from her. With a sly smile, she resumed watching TV as if I had interrupted.<\/p>\n
I recalled sitting quietly and waited in a hospital room. Despite her feeble voice, my mother squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
She said, \u201cThis house is yours, sweetheart.\u201d \u201cI organized everything. You won\u2019t need to be concerned.<\/p>\n
I suppressed my tears. \u201cAll right, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes darted to the door as she sighed. I was aware of the person she was considering. Rick.<\/p>\n
She whispered, \u201cJust\u2026 don\u2019t throw him out right away.\u201d \u201cHe needs time to get his bearings.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rick had years to work things out, I wanted to tell her. He had been \u201cfiguring things out\u201d for as long as I had known him, was forty-two, and was unemployed.<\/p>\n
However, my mom was dying. I was unable to dispute her.<\/p>\n
I gave a nod. \u201cI refuse to.\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes, grinned, and clasped my palm once more. She vanished a week later.<\/p>\n
I made the error of fulfilling her final request. Rick stayed.<\/p>\n
He initially stated that it would take him a month to recover. Then a month became three months. Three became six.<\/p>\n
Rick? I was struggling to preserve my composure while grieving, working, and figuring out college. He pretended to be the owner.<\/p>\n
At start, it was small things. Flipping through TV stations while seated in her chair as if he were the head of the household. Beer cans left on the counter. expressing opinions about how I \u201cshould\u201d use his space.<\/p>\n
Then the larger things arrived. I discovered my mother\u2019s photos missing from the mantle one day. He began inviting folks over without asking on another day.<\/p>\n
I felt alienated in my own house by the time I departed for my college preparatory course. Even so, I reasoned that perhaps he would be gone by the time I returned.<\/p>\n
I became aware of something as I looked at Vanessa, who was seated in my living room and was dressed in my mother\u2019s robe. Rick had no intention of leaving.<\/p>\n
He now believed that I was the visitor.<\/p>\n
Vanessa acted as though I didn\u2019t exist while I sat there with my arms crossed and my eyes fixed on the TV.<\/p>\n
About twenty minutes prior, Rick had come back, feeling smug and content, as if he had already won. He kissed Vanessa on the cheek and then sank down on the couch next to her, hardly even looking at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose she received the news,\u201d he replied, nodding in my direction.<\/p>\n
Vanessa chuckled. \u201cYes, and she\u2019s handling it really well.\u201d<\/p>\n
As if this were simply another leisurely afternoon at home, Rick threw his arms across his head. \u201cKid, don\u2019t make things more difficult than they need to be. You had plenty of time. I assumed you would be responsible for this.<\/p>\n
The doorbell rang. I got up. \u201cThat will be the attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rick scowled. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
The man entered after I passed by him and opened the door. He was older, had a leather briefcase, and wore a dapper suit. He drew out a huge stack of papers, hardly even looking at Rick.<\/p>\n
He introduced himself as Mr. Thompson. \u201cI was the lawyer for your mother.\u201d He faced me. \u201cThis house legally belongs to you. These records attest to that.<\/p>\n
Rick\u2019s grin disappeared. \u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Calm and deliberate, Mr. Thompson leafed over the documents. \u201cYour mother\u2019s wishes are extremely obvious. Her daughter alone is the rightful owner of this land and all other assets. After adjusting his glasses, he turned to face Rick. \u201cThis house is not legally yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa took a seat. \u201cThat isn\u2019t feasible,\u201d she yelled. \u201cRick informed me\u2014\u201d Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face him. \u201cYou claimed to be the owner of this place.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rick\u2019s face had gone white. \u201cI\u2014I mean, I believed\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou misled me?\u201d Vanessa let out a cry.<\/p>\n
Rick stumbled, but she had already reached for her handbag.<\/p>\n
She stood up and shouted, \u201cOh, hell no.\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t even own the damn house, and you pulled me into this mess?\u201d She spun around on me, but her eyes were no longer haughty. Simply humiliation.<\/p>\n
She mumbled, \u201cI am so out of here,\u201d and then stomped to the door.<\/p>\n
Rick rushed to catch up with her. \u201cWait, baby\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
The door slammed.<\/p>\n
Rick appeared anxious for the first time during the evening. He faced me once again. \u201cObserve, child\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I extended a hand. \u201cStop referring to me as a kid.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his face and moaned. \u201cAll right, pay attention. We can figure something out. He pointed around. It\u2019s been a year since I moved here. That must be taken into consideration.<\/p>\n
Mr. Thompson\u2019s glasses were adjusted. In fact, it does. Without a lease, you have been inhabiting this property illegally. The owner has the right to file charges for trespassing if you don\u2019t leave on your own volition.<\/p>\n
Rick took a swallow.<\/p>\n
\u201cPressing charges?\u201d I tilted my head and repeated. \u201cIs that a possibility?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rick\u2019s eyes got bigger. \u201cWhoa, we must not lose our minds.\u201d<\/p>\n
A knock on the door was heard. Mr. Thompson did the moving this time, so I didn\u2019t even have to. When he unlocked it, two police officers in uniform were inside.<\/p>\n
One of them addressed Rick as \u201cSir.\u201d \u201cYou have a full day to vacate the premises.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rick glanced from the cops to me and combed his hair. \u201cAnd where do you think I\u2019ll go?\u201d<\/p>\n
I gave a shrug. \u201cIt\u2019s not my problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
The policeman moved forward. \u201cI advise you to begin packing, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rick stopped arguing.<\/p>\n
I listened to the noises of drawers opening, boxes moving, and bags being dragged across the floor while I sat in my room that evening. I expected to feel wrath, relief, or victory.<\/p>\n
I had no feelings.<\/p>\n
While lying on my bed, I gazed up at the ceiling. Getting here had taken a whole year. For a whole year, I watched Rick take over my house and act as like I didn\u2019t belong.<\/p>\n
No more.<\/p>\n
The home was quiet when I opened my eyes, so I guess I must have fallen asleep.<\/p>\n
The house was mine for the first time in a year.<\/p>\n
I took it all in while sitting in the middle of the room. The quiet wasn\u2019t unsettling. It was quiet.<\/p>\n
I approached the mantle. The photo of my mother was restored in its proper place. I had discovered it hidden under a number of Rick\u2019s pointless belongings in a drawer. I touched the frame with my fingers.<\/p>\n
I murmured, \u201cMom, I did it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kindness can sometimes interpreted as weakness. But advocating for myself? That\u2019s how I regained my authority.<\/p>\n
Although this work has been fictionalized for artistic reasons, it is based on actual individuals and events. To preserve privacy and improve the story, names, characters, and specifics have been altered. Any likeness to real people, real or deceased, or real events is entirely accidental and not the author\u2019s intention.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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