Chapter 4

As the time for exams approached, Anne Mills was often away from home, and I had no time to worry about her as I went to study hall early in the morning and late at night.

Until one day Penelope Watson called me out of the blue to tell me that Anne Mills had a boyfriend and had brought him home and to hurry back.

As soon as I got home I found Anne Mills and her boyfriend sitting paralyzed on the couch with large bags piled up next to them.

"As of today, my boyfriend is moving in with me." Anne Mills had a matter-of-fact look on her face.

"I disagree."

Anne Mills' face turned instantly somber. "I'm in charge of this house, and I'll take it if I want to, and there's no use in disagreeing with you!"

"Don't think I don't know, you guys just can't see me as good, I think you're just jealous that I have a boyfriend! You're not capable of getting a boyfriend yourself, so you're jealous of me, you're disgusting!"

I almost laughed out loud, I'm jealous of her? Just her boyfriend, with his pockmarked face, living like a malnourished monkey, is the only one she can look at.

"I'm jealous of you? Is it that you're jealous of your boyfriend for looking like a monkey, or that he's covered in pockmarks?"

"I'll call the police if you let him move in, you can try."

"What gives you the right! I rented this house first, so I can let whoever I want live here! If you can't stand it, then move out yourself."

Anne Mills crosses her arms and looks like she wants to eat someone.

Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was lying on the couch, playing with his cell phone and looking around with a lewd look on his thieving eyes.

For some reason, I always feel like I've seen him somewhere before.

Anne Mills was still screaming and cursing and I recorded it all and called the landlord's office.

Anne Mills tightened up a little when the property owner and landlord arrived, only to look at me like I was about to spit fire.

"If you don't hurry up and take your boyfriend out, then don't blame me for calling the police."

When I first rented this house, I specifically requested in the contract that no shared roommates bring back a date, and everyone agreed.

I was forceful, the property and landlord tried to make peace with it but I dismissed them and had to let Anne Mills take his boyfriend away.

Seeing Anne Mills make a mistake, her boyfriend wasn't happy and jumped right in.

"What's in your way if I sleep with my girlfriend, bitch don't mind your own business I tell you."

Fucking talking is talking and pointing your hand at me and almost spraying me in the face with spit.

I snapped his fingers so hard that he winced in pain.

He's as skinny as a monkey and he dares to lecture me. I'm not a black belt in Taekwondo.

I made a move to call the police to resolve the situation, and the landlord and the property owner panicked and called two security guards who blew Anne Mills boyfriend away like a chicken.

The world could be a little quieter.

Upon returning to my room, I quickly sensed something was amiss.

When I left the house in the morning, my slippers were clearly neatly arranged, but now they are one east and one west.

Not only that, but the comforter on my bed showed signs that it had been turned.

I'm pretty sure that someone came into my room.

I checked right away, no valuables were missing, just two intimate apparel items were missing from the closet.

Asked Penelope Watson and she said she saw Anne Mills and her boyfriend in the living room as soon as she got home and wasn't sure if they had been in my room.