I barely stood on my feet. “Dad would have never allowed this!”
She smiled as cruelly as she could. “Well, dad’s not here, is he?”
She then took her phone out and called someone named Mike. “Hey, Mike. Be quick, we have a problem.”
Who the hell was Mike?
Well, it didn’t take long before that Mike guy stormed into the house like he owned the place. It turned out he was Veronica’s boyfriend. Yes, she was seeing Mike while being married to my father.
I got scared and got into the guest room, but I could hear Veronica telling Mike to break the door, screaming how I didn’t belong there, that I was an intruder. Imagine, an intruder in my own father’s home.
Once alone, I called the police and told them how my stepmother wanted me out of the house and on the streets. I explained I was 38 weeks pregnant and frightened.
The police arrived quickly and stopped Mike from hurting me, but the reality was harsh. I couldn’t stay there, I had no job, no savings, and nowhere to go.
I packed what I could as quickly as possible. Despite being desperate, I didn’t think of my stuff, I just grabbed some of my dad’s most valuable belongings because I knew Veronica would get rid of them right there and then. I also took my suitcase, some of my clothes, my phone, and I left my dad’s place.
When I got to the shelter, I nearly fainted of exhaustion. I barely dragged my things, and if it wasn’t enough, my suitcase opened and everything fell off. With tears in my eyes, I started collecting the things when I spotted the envelope my dad gave me the month before, while the two of us stayed at the porch and had tea together. I recalled what he said when he gave me that envelope; to open it only after he was gone.
I hid it between my things afraid Veronica could see it and get mad at whatever my dad written. But then, in those moments of desperation, I found the strength to open that envelope, unaware that my life would change yet again. Inside were official documents with my name at the top.
It was a deed to the house and it said it was mine.
