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I’d anticipated he wouldn’t believe me, so I switched to a different account on my phone, opened up a chat and showed him the proof. “What’s my reason for lying to you? And let’s not forget, you owe me three months‘ rent. You used to be my boyfriend, so I let it slide, but now I have every right to ask you to leave.”
The account was one I’d created just for pretending to be my classmate’s cousin. Darryl had been transferring rent to this account every month. At first, I hadn’t pressured him; I just accepted payments when they came through. Eventually, he found it too much of a hassle and started sending me a lump sum of 00. But the payment stopped eight months ago.
Darryl paused for a moment, then shamelessly tried to turn the tables. “June, this apartment isn’t cheap.. drained your parents‘ savings just to live comfortably. How could you be so selfish and ungrateful?”
He continued, “You’re the type of woman who only cares about herself–living it up, acting recklessly. If you don’t change, no one will ever want to be with you.”
“I’m sure I can manage. I just want this house back. And since you’re here, might as well pack.”
I didn’t want to get dragged into his attempts at deflection longer, so I motioned toward the bedroom and told
the movers to start packing his stuff.
“Hey, you can’t just touch my stuff!” Darryl argued.
“You don’t call the shots here I want this place clear but
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“You don’t call the shots here. I want this place clear by the sunset. You’ve been living here rent–free for long. If
you’re gonna keep ignoring the rent, that fine, but you’re out.”
“Besides,” I raised an eyebrow, “you’re just engaged to a wealthy woman. Why don’t you stay at her place? We
broke up, so why do still want to stay here?”
My best friend, unable to keep quiet anymore, stepped forward, holding up her phone. “Hey, Ronald, you better take a step back. I’ve got video of what you and your nephew just said. I can post it online and let the whole world
see what kind of guy you really are.”
“Delete that video,” Darryl snapped, reaching for her phone.
Quick as a flash, my friend pulled her phone behind her back. “Stay away from me. You know I’ve got some self–defense skills. I’ll happily throw hands with your little nephew–and you, too. So just cooperate and start
packing. I’ll delete the video when it’s done. But honestly, someone like you isn’t worth wasting my phone’s memory
on.”
Under the pressure, Darryl finally began packing his things alongside the movers.
Once he left, I gave my best friend a thumbs–up.
I walked into my room, and when I recalled that Ronald had just been in it, I felt disgusted. I grabbed a box and
started sorting through things, planning to organize everything before doing a thorough cleaning. But as soon as I
walked into the room, I realized there was something different.
The Evil Eye necklace my grandmother had given me when I was little–something I always kept on my desk-
was gone.
It wasn’t something I could have just forgotten about. That necklace was incredibly important to me, especially since my grandmother, who had passed away, went to a church to get it for me. There was no way I could have misplaced it. I frantically searched through the room, but it was nowhere to be found. Panic started to set in.
I rushed out and confronted Ronald. But he shook his head. “I didn’t see any necklace since I get here,” he
claimed.
Feeling desperate, I turned to Darryl. “Did you take my Evil Eye necklace from the room?”
He looked at me with a dismissive expression. “It’s just a trinket. Why are you making such a big deal about it?”
“Did you take it?!” I demanded, my frustration growing.
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He shrugged, unconcerned. “Courtney came in that day and saw it. She’s scared of that superstitious stuff, so I
threw it out. Didn’t want to upset her.”
His careless tone pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t control my anger anymore. My face flushed red and before I could stop myself, I slapped him across the face. “Do you know how important that necklace was to me?” I yelled. “Why would you throw it away just because she didn’t like it? My things have nothing to do with her!”
I stepped forward, voice trembling with fury. “Where did you throw it? When?”