Chapter 18: No, This Is Our House.

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Connor storms to the car. "Be nice though..." "Yeah yeah." That remark reminded me of Jack. The meanest person i've probably ever met. I hate to say that though, it is my boyfriends brother...

"Hey um, excuse me." Connor says. A man motions the two girls to stand back. "What." He ask. "Not to be rude, but this is our house. I bought it. I have proof, if you need it." I glanced over at Connor. The man quickly replies. "We're going out to eat." He checks the time. "Its 5, we'll be back by 9. Thats four hours to gather your stuff and leave. Or else." He got back in the car, along with the other two girls, and he drove off.

"Well, better get packing." "No, we're staying." "Connor, we can get another house." "Not like this one." "What are we gonna do, hide?" I say sarcastically and laugh. He didn't laugh, instead he looks at me seriously. "Yes, now go upstairs." "I was kidding!" "Well I wasn't." He takes my hand as we run inside. "Now go upstairs, i'll get the luggage." "What about the car?" "I'll take care of it, don't worry." "Okay..." I say worried, going upstairs to hide. I'm now even more scared than I was at the house.

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