Chapter 2
“I know my rights!” you speak up. “You can’t just kick me out of here with one day’s notice!”
Blair’s eyes widen. You’ve known her for years, and in that time, you’ve never once stood up to her. Maybe now that you finally have, she’ll respect you. You should’ve done this years ago!
Even better, Blair has flicked on the overhead lights in the room. After scrounging for electricity for the entire year you’ve lived here, she has finally given you light. That shows you’ve made the right decision by standing up to her.
“Thanks,” you say.
But Blair isn’t listening to you. She makes a beeline for the one small window near your bed and yanks it open.
You’re not sure why she did that, because it’s pretty chilly out, and Blair always throws a fit about “wasting heat.” But then her intentions become clear when she goes over to one of your dressers, scoops out an armful of clothing, and hurls it out your second-floor window.
“Hey!” You leap off the bed to stop her. “What are you doing?”
“You can’t pay the rent,” she says as she grabs another handful of panties and bras. “So I’m helping you vacate the premises.”
You stand in front of the dresser, blocking her from taking any more clothing. That’s when Blair’s boyfriend, Griff, enters the room. Griff is about the size of a linebacker. Every time he takes a step, the entire room shakes.
“What’s going on here?” Griff rumbles.
“We’re helping Sloan move out,” Blair explains. “Griff, would you please be a dear and help Sloan find the exit?”
Griff starts coming toward you, his tree trunk arms outstretched. Holy crap, this man is going to kill you if you don’t get the hell out of here. He’ll snap you in half like a twig.
“Okay, okay!” you cry, backing away from him. “I’ll go.”
You might as well. Half your stuff is already on the ground outside.
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