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It was time I stood up for myself. ‘I want to talk to all of you,’ I said, keeping my voice firm. ‘In the kitchen. Now.’
Except back then, there was nobody to stand up to Jeff and Lizzy. That was my role now. To stand up for Gemma and Chloe and myself.
‘You’ve replaced our bed?’ Gemma sounded stunned.
‘I can’t . . . I can’t even . . . How could you afford a new bed anyway? Gemma told me you haven’t got any money. That you had to borrow some off her.’ I looked over at my wife. She was examining the surface of the table and I experienced another stab of irritation. It would help if she’d back me up right now, even if it was hard for her. ‘I want you to ring the delivery company and get them to take that monstrosity away.’
‘Then how are you going to pay for a deposit on a house?’ The room was silent. All I could hear was the drip-drip of the tap, which appeared to have sprung a leak while we were in Sussex. Lizzy seemed to be having a problem controlling her lips; they wobbled like she was trying to suppress a smile.
He was a great actor, I’d give him that.
I was close to losing it.
Jeff began to wander out of the room, Lizzy following him. Chloe stood up. I wanted to scream. I hadn’t got anywhere.
I’d had enough. I didn’t care if I never got it back. I just wanted them gone.
but three thousand pounds would be a price worth paying for freedom. For getting these toxic people out of my home.
All I could do was stand there, trembling with rage and shock and frustration.
I just stood there as Lizzy walked around me like someone avoiding dog mess on the pavement,
‘Let me stay,’ she said before stepping away.
Amira had told me that there were several women on a nearby estate who kept calling the police to report invented crimes, hoping Colin would turn up.
And if they hadn’t done that in the last twenty years, they were hardly going to now. I needed to concentrate on the present. Or the recent past, at least.
‘And leave those bastards alone in my house again? You must be joking. I’d get back and find all my furniture replaced!
‘Or maybe they’re in on it,’ said Amira.
Maybe they’re in on it. Maybe I couldn’t trust anyone.
It hadn’t occurred to me that Gemma might know too, that she was keeping secrets from me.
She had criticised Jeff and Lizzy to my face, but she hadn’t done anything to get rid of them.
She acted like she genuinely loved me – but what if it was all an act?
‘Okay, so usually in cases like this – and I must say it’s rather rare to find someone whose in-laws are refusing to move out – we would advise both parties to follow ADR, which stands for alternative dispute resolution. It’s always much easier than going down the legal route.’
‘In that case, forget it. I’ve tried that already. I even offered to lend them the money they’d need to move in somewhere. They refused.’
‘That’s when things get legal. We would serve a notice to quit. That tells them that if they don’t move out within a further month – actually, I would usually advise two months when it’s a family matter, to prevent further hold-ups when it gets to court . . . If they don’t comply then it would go to the County Court.’
Again, I wrote down Two months. In total, we were already up to four and a half months.
‘Elliot? Are you still there? Hello?’ I ended the call. I couldn’t bear to hear any more.
I had made the mistake of letting Jeff and Lizzy into my life. And now I was stuck.
Left me wondering who I was. What I was becoming.
I would come out of the bathroom and find her there, or be at my computer and sense her behind me, watching, slipping into the shadows as I turned. Some nights I was certain I could sense her presence outside my and Gemma’s bedroom door, though when I got up and checked there was never anyone there.
I felt like going away, leaving them all to it. But whenever this urge took hold, I would shake myself. Clench my fists and whisper, ‘No.’ This was my house.
I was going to starve them out. And when they left the house to look for food and tea, I would secure all the doors and get someone round to change the locks. I didn’t care if I’d have to go hungry. Jeff ate constantly and Lizzy needed eight cups of tea to make it through the day. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before.