MidReal Story
Betrayed by Blood: A Family Showdown
Scenario: Bratty stepsister tried to kick me out of my home own home because entitled stepmother said she could
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This was no way for me to find out that they wanted to kick me out of my own home.
I was about to walk into my own home when I saw it.
I went into my room and read over the notice again, hoping that maybe I had misunderstood something or that there was some kind of mistake.
But no matter how many times I read it, the words were still there, staring back at me mockingly as if daring me to try to do something about it.
A notice on the door.
I crumpled up the paper and threw it across the room in frustration, wishing that there was something more I could do than just sit here and stew over the situation.
I frowned, thinking it was a flyer or something, but as I got closer, I realized it was a legal notice.
My stepsister Mia and my stepmother Victoria had filed for an eviction.
It had been almost two weeks since I’d found out that Mia and Victoria were trying to kick me out of my own home, and I knew that I couldn’t put off confronting them any longer.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
As much as I would have liked to ignore it and hope that the whole thing would go away, that wasn’t an option anymore.
They were trying to kick me out of my own home?
Taking a deep breath to prepare myself, I marched out of my room and headed down the hallway toward the living room where they were probably waiting for me.
I could hear their voices before I even reached the door, and I paused outside the room to listen to what they were saying.
I’d lived here since I was a child, and now they were trying to take it away from me?
I didn’t hear anything important or useful; just idle gossip about people I didn’t care about and things that didn’t matter anyway.
I didn’t know what to do at first.
I rolled my eyes and reminded myself that I needed to stay focused on the task at hand as I turned the doorknob and pushed open the door without knocking first.
I just stood there, staring at the notice in shock.
Mia and Victoria both turned toward me in surprise when I walked into the room without permission, but it was all an act; they had probably heard me coming down the hallway and were expecting me to arrive any minute now.
Then I ripped it off the door and stormed inside the house.
Victoria was sitting regally on the couch with her back straight and her head held high, as if she were some kind of queen holding court.
Mia and Victoria were in the living room, looking smug as they went through some papers together.
“Can I help you?”
She was flipping through some papers with a bored expression on her face, but I knew better than to think that she was actually bored by what she was doing; she was just putting on a show for my benefit.
Mia was perched on the edge of an armchair with her hands folded in her lap in a way that looked far too innocent to be real; she was trying too hard to make it seem like she was a good person who wouldn’t do anything wrong, but I knew better than that by now too.
Mia asked when she saw me standing there with the notice in my hand.
They both turned to look at me with fake smiles on their faces the moment they saw that it was me standing in the doorway, but I knew that they weren’t happy that I was here.
“What is this?”
If anything, I was ruining their fun by being here right now because it meant that they couldn’t talk about whatever it was they had been discussing before I interrupted them.
I demanded, holding up the paper so they could see it clearly.
“What the hell is this?”
Mia glanced at it and then back at me with a shrug.
“I can see that,” I snapped.
I crumpled the paper in my hand, as if it was its fault that this was happening.
“But why?This is my home.”
Mia smiled sweetly at me, flashing her perfect white teeth in a way that would have fooled me if I didn’t know her as well as I did.
“Not for long,” Victoria said, looking up from the papers she was going through.
“It’s an eviction notice, Emily.I thought that would have been obvious from the way it’s written on official-looking paper and tells you that you need to move out of the house by a certain date.”
I balled up the piece of paper that was still clutched in my hand, not caring if it got wrinkled or torn.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.”
I was trying to keep my voice calm, but I could feel the storm of emotions raging inside.
“I know what it is, Mia.I want to know why you’re trying to kick me out of my own home.”
Victoria’s eyes were cold and calculating as she looked at me.
Mia rolled her eyes at me, looking bored with the conversation already even though we had only been talking for a few seconds.
“It’s not your home, Emily.It’s my home now, legally.”
“Your father left a will and he stated that you were to live here until you turned eighteen, which you did last month.”
That stung more than I wanted it to, more than I would ever admit out loud.
I nodded, not seeing where this was going.
“So, now that you’re eighteen, we’re evicting you.”
This house had been my home since the day that my parents brought me home from the hospital after I was born.
I didn’t remember living anywhere else, and the idea of having to leave now that Mia and Victoria had decided that they wanted the house didn’t sit well with me.
“Why?” I demanded, still not understanding.
“Is that true?”
Victoria’s expression softened in a way that didn’t make sense.
It was like she was trying to be sympathetic toward me.
I asked Victoria, turning away from Mia for a moment.
I knew that it was a stupid question because Mia wouldn’t lie about something like that if she didn’t already know that it was the truth.
“It’s not your fault, dear.
Victoria smiled at me with a look that was far too smug for my liking.
But your father didn’t leave the house to you.
He left it to Mia and me.”
“Of course it is,” she said, not even trying to hide the smile on her face.
I gasped in horror, feeling like I had been punched in the stomach.
“I told you that you needed to start looking for somewhere else to live, but you didn’t listen to me.
You left me no choice in the matter after that.”
I couldn’t believe what they were telling me.
This house had been mine, my sanctuary, for so long.
How could she be so smug about this?
And now they wanted to take it away?
How could she be so happy about what she had done?
This wasn’t the first time that she had done something like this, and it probably wouldn’t be the last time either.
When I came into this marriage, I thought your father would be a good provider for us and our daughter,” Victoria started saying, but I didn’t want to hear anymore.
She was going to pretend like she was a good wife who had loved my father?
I didn’t understand how my father could have fallen for her act when they first started dating, let alone how he could have married her after everything that had happened between them over the years.
But most of all, I didn’t understand how he could have done this to me; how he could have given her my childhood home and left me with nothing.
That she had wanted to provide for all of us?
That was a lie.
I balled up the piece of paper in my hand even more, squeezing it with all of my might until it felt like it was going to burst into flames in my hands.
I glared at both of them as I did so, and for a moment, I thought I saw guilt flash through Mia’s eyes before it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.
The truth was that they didn’t care about me or what would happen to me once they took everything from me.
What did they think would happen?
I knew that if anyone should be feeling guilty right now, it should be her; she didn’t deserve anything that she had gotten from her father and me, but she had everything while I had nothing.
That I would leave quietly?
I opened my hand and let the torn-up pieces of paper fall to the floor as I turned to leave, knowing that there was nothing more that needed to be said between us right now or ever again.
“I’m not leaving,”
They had another thing coming if that was the case.
I stormed away from them without another word and went straight to Mia’s room.
I told them as I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me, leaving them alone in there.
This wasn’t over yet.
When I heard the doorbell ring, I whined in frustration as I rolled over in bed.
Who could be visiting so early on a Saturday afternoon when I didn’t have any classes?
I got up and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top before going downstairs to answer the door.
When I opened it, I was surprised to see a man standing there, looking at me with an odd expression on his face.
“Are you Emily Hart?”
he asked, holding up a piece of paper in his hand.
It looked official, with the university’s name on the letterhead, which only made me more curious.
I nodded wordlessly, not sure what was going on or who he was.
Then he handed me the paper and walked away without another word.
I looked down and read the paper in my hand in confusion before I finally understood what it was.
A legal notice of eviction had been filed by Mia and Victoria Hart?
