PART 2 — The Plan
I didn’t react when she said it.
“Pay $800 rent or get out.”
Tracy leaned back on the couch like she’d just passed a law. Brandon didn’t even look up from his phone. Sierra smirked.
I just nodded.
“Okay,” I said quietly.
That was the moment she thought she’d won.
That night, I didn’t cry.
I didn’t argue.
I opened my laptop.
First search: property records.
Second search: estate lawyer near me.
Because something wasn’t sitting right.
My grandparents had always said the house would “be taken care of.” At the time, I thought they meant my dad.
Turns out… they meant me.
Two days later, I was sitting in a small office across from a lawyer, my hands shaking as he slid a folder across the desk.
“You didn’t know?” he asked.
I shook my head.
Inside was the deed.
My name.
Not my father’s.
Not Tracy’s.
Mine.
Legally transferred after my grandparents passed.
The house—every wall, every room, every memory—was mine.
I actually laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because suddenly… everything made sense.
Why Tracy never pushed legal ownership.
Why my grandparents always told me, “This will always be your home.”
They knew.
They knew.
“Can I remove them?” I asked.
The lawyer didn’t hesitate. “Yes. But we do it properly.”
That’s when the plan started forming.
Step one: Documentation.
I started recording everything.
Every comment.
Every demand.
Every little threat.
It didn’t take long.
“Don’t forget—you owe rent now.”
“If you can’t afford it, maybe community college is more your speed.”
“It might be better if you moved out. Fresh start and all.”
She really thought she was pushing me out.
Step two: Evidence.
I installed cameras.
Small ones. Discreet. Legal in common areas.
Because something told me—if Tracy thought she was losing control, she wouldn’t go quietly.
Step three: Timing.
I waited.
Not days.
Weeks.
I let her get comfortable. Let her believe I was stressed. Quiet. Defeated.
I even asked her once, “Do you really want me gone?”
She smiled.
“That would be best for everyone.”
That was all I needed.
Step four: Execution.
I met with the lawyer again.
Three eviction notices.
