"Dad, Mom, are you still giving them money?" Abigail was hearing this for the first time and she just couldn't put up with their overly sympathetic behavior.
She knew her father was a soft touch, always ready to help anyone no matter how difficult the situation, even willing to dig into his own pockets, which had cost him dearly over the years.
If he kept this up, they'd be bled dry.
Today, she had to make her move. "Dad, can you please kick them out? If you don't, I'm calling the cops. This is our home. Why should Mom and I have to leave?"
"Call the cops? Ridiculous! You're trying to pull a Cornelia?" The woman sneered, always bringing up Cornelia, "Go ahead, call the cops. Worst-case scenario, we'll spend a few days in jail where the food's free. We'll save some money."
Abigail's dad grabbed her, "Abigail, cut it out. We're family. Don't stir up trouble. You only come back once a year. Let's just enjoy our time together."
"Enjoy our time together? Really?" Abigail shoved her parents into their room and locked the door from outside, "I'm taking over. You're not allowed to meddle anymore."
If she didn't teach these freeloaders a lesson, she wouldn't know who really ran the show around here.
By the time Zack got there after Abigail's call, the woman and her son were sitting on the floor, happily munching on chicken legs.
Zack gave Abigail a look and said, "Abigail, tally up the damage they've done to your place. The more, the merrier. It's called criminal property damage; the punishment's severe, and they'll be locked up for a few years at least."
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