"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.