Ivory dread going into the house. If at twenty she was still scared of going inside her father's house because she was scared of what he would do to her, she wondered if she would ever get over her fears of him.

She knocked, hoping he would at least answer the door because it was snowing. If he didn't open the door to her, Ivory knew she would have to sleep outside. It would be no fun, especially with the cold that was already making her shiver.

Thinking about it, Ivory could not blame her dad, even if he decided not to allow her his house again, she would just think over it and allow it to go. But did she just say go? How would she cope with things if he tells her to get out of the house? Her mind was beating fast already by just imagining the scene.

Outcast, luggage throws at her as she tries to get up on her feet and plead for more time. Tears on her face when she realizes the man had made up his mind. Dirty clothes on her as she goes along the road, clutching tightly at the small bag which was supposed to be her luggage. Head swinging in all directions as she looks around for somewhere to pass the night.

Ivory shook her head quickly to keep away the scary thought. She knocked again. Without an answer from her Dad, Ivory placed her head on the door to listen to what he was doing. He must be reading the newspaper now, at least he was back from work and that was the normal thing for him to do after taking his dinner.

She could hear Stacy's giggle. He must be watching his favorite movie.

"What are you trying to do?" A husky voice confronted her as she tried to peep through the door hole.

Ivory turned in the direction of the voice, puzzled. "Who are you?"

"Nice question. The most weird one I have ever heard from any of my tenants" the man mused, folding his hands.

He had gray hair that was out of style, he packed it in a ponytail. His pants were black with a shirt that shouted "old" but still looked good on him, probably because he ironed it. It must have taken him over an hour to keep the cloth in that condition. Ivory could not help but stare at his hair. It was the only unique thing about him- the pony tail.

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She thought over the words he had said, she could bet he mentioned "tenant" what had he meant by that?

"I don't get a bit of what you have said, can you please repeat yourself?" Ivory tried to be as polite as possible, but the words came out as if she was disgusted with it, which she was.

"What language do you want me to speak? Sign language?" He laughed "most people pretend not to hear anything when it comes to paying their debt. And you know what?" He walked towards her in a waltz.

"I have learnt over twenty languages, I can speak with anyone I choose to, all you have to do is to tell me, I am going to speak the language you understand" he said with a mischievous grin.

"Not talking about language. I understand everything you are saying, I thought I misheard you the other time" Ivory smiled and retreated from him. He seemed to have taken a lot of gin.

"When are you going to pay?" He demanded, this time with a frown on his face.

"Pay what?" Ivory had no idea of what he was talking about, she would have appreciated him if he left.

"This house will be mine soon. If you will not pay very fast, I will get you out of this house. It seems the most valuable asset you have" he looked at the house in a moment and turned back to her.

"I am sure you guys are not going to pay me, just save yourself from the embarrassment and leave as fast as possible. The house is going to settle the bills, I mean the other ones you owe too. I will be nice enough to share the money we get from selling off this house with you" the man said before leaving.

He must be one of those people who wants to take properties from people by using dubious means. If he thought she looked foolish then he was wrong because she would not allow him to take what belongs to her Dad. He can prove it, and he mentioned possessing the house in the morning. No one can wake up just any day and claim ownership of the house. Ivory hissed as she watched the man go out of the compound. He didn't look like one who has a house, let alone lease to someone.

Ivory hoped what she had heard was not true, because it made no sense to her. She discarded the thought and knocked again, this time the door swung open, revealing happy Stacy. He ran to hug her. As if oblivious of her presence, Roger continued reading the newspaper in his hand.

"Dad, I am home" she said, just in case Roger was not aware of her presence.

"I am yet to know what your coming home has to do with me. You have only four days left in my house. The sight of you disgust me" Roger said without taking his eyes from the newspaper.

"Granny, are you reading that from the newspaper? It must be fun! I gat to buy one of these too" Stacy let go of Ivory and ran to Roger.

"Dad?" She could not believe he was saying those words at her.

"When you are done, get me something to eat" Roger said again without raising his head from the newspaper.

"You mean you have not eaten since…. What if I decided not to come home tonight?" Ivory folded her arms, looking at her dad angrily.

"Mom, we …." Stacy began to say but stopped after taking a glance in Roger's direction.

"GrandPA instructed me not to say anything, I am sorry" he ran to his room, but not before shouting "we are already" at the door.

"Get me something to eat," Roger reminded, as he stood up and went inside.

"Damn it!" She would have a long and tedious evening again.