$500 KPI: Surviving College Under Mom’s Rules Chapter 05
You’re resigning?” Mom’s voice shot up an octave. “Sabrina, get this straight–you need me, and I don’t need you. Didn’t I already confiscate your slush fund? Do you even have a single cent to your name right now?/
“You want to quit? Fine. Pay me back for 18 years of raising you. With interest, that’s two million dollars. If you can come up with it, you can get the hell out right now. But if you can’t, then you just sit here and take it.“.
Two million dollars? The number crushed the air out of my lungs in an instant. Mom was basically handing me a death sentence.
“Sabrina, like I said–you win some, and you lose some.” Rodney stood up and stepped in front of me. “If you don’t have the money, don’t act all high and mighty. Just apologize to Mom and this whole thing blows over.”
I clenched my fists angrily.
Mom gave me a cold look. “You’re not allowed to have dinner tonight. Use the time for self–reflection. Come to me when you’ve come to your senses.”
Then, she waved her hand grandly. “Come on, Rodney, Beatrice–let’s go celebrate Rodney’s improvement with a seafood buffet.”
Laughing and chatting, they headed out to the restaurant, leaving me alone in the house.
I bit my tongue, but the anger inside me kept growing.
I went back to my room and packed up my things. Then, dragging my suitcase behind me, I walked out the front door.
I had no money left. My debit card was confiscated, my scholarship money had been funneled into Rodney as an investment“, and my phone was down to 15% battery.
As I wandered aimlessly through the streets, I thought of my father.
If he were still here, would things be different?
Dad passed away when I was only eight years old. He left behind a sum of money meant to provide for Rodney and me. But over all these years, I’d never seen a trace of that money.
My stomach growled with hunger, cramping painfully.
I crouched under a streetlamp and scrolled through my contacts.
I wanted to borrow money from someone, but my pride wouldn’t let me.
Just then, my phone rang.
It was an unknown number. I thought it was a telemarketer and almost hung up, but my finger slipped, and I answered instead.
“Hello, is this Ms. Sabrina Knapp?” a calm, middle–aged male voice asked from the other end.
“This is she. May I know who’s calling?”
“I’m Ignacio Donnelly, an attorney at Success Law Firm. On behalf of your father, Mr. Anthony Knapp, I’ve been entrusted with verifying a financial inheritance with you.”
