I Need a Place to Stay
Ulterior Motive: part two.
[Theme: Lessons of instincts ignored]
Encountering Deceivers: Part 1 the previous part: read before this section
The only plausible thing that she was saying was the repossession order, and not being able to gain access to the flat, otherwise every thing else was fiction. The absence of the council’s telephone number, was ridiculous in that local authority not including such basic contact detail was unheard of, not that it would have been able to support them, any how.
Oh gosh, what am I supposed to do?….my flat in London is empty….No I don’t want them back there again…but what can I do?
But some how I knew that this time was going to be more than just moving in.
She induced the conflict, and it must have been evident. As part conspirator, she would have seen, from the distance, that her tactics were working, breaking down solid to powder. The moral decision I had to make was no small matter. But, for them, it was one of deceit and its victory, attaining their goal, spurred on by pride, saving shillings, and by him, her husband, whose tool she had willingly become as means to reach it. And he, who was juggling his precarious livelihood was operating the whole event from obscurity, as if one wouldn’t have known, the opportunist coward that he was. And he had already marked me as target and, moving forth the chase, though, I should state for the record, that she was no victim!
Such people have monumental patience, just like that of stalkers and psychopaths, when pursuing their victims, they never seem to tire, and are always resolute. I wonder how long they had planned this, perhaps from when they had stayed there before, and clearly didn’t want to leave.
I felt oxymoronic and moronic – inner discord combined with stupidity, all at once in the face with this looming event that was rolling out before me, in my premonitions of the horrors to come. And yet I succumbed to the pressure in a moment of weakness (or strength), by giving them permission to move in – in to my home. A thousand thoughts, in my mind, wizzed with equal number of the problems and their solutions, to scenarios that could possibly happen. Foreseeing, in an instant, the incident that these people have already, would yet forced on me, which I was paining over, in order to help them.
To be precise, I felt GUILT and didn’t see how I couldn’t have offered them my place to stay in, temporarily, until they found a place of their own, or I returned. The guilt was mighty. It dominated everything, especially my descision
“Don’t worry about it. My friend will arrange for a duplicate set of keys…. In the meantime, I’ll notify him, and you must contact the council for your belongings.” with that I also passed on his contact details.
I knew then, that I could have said many things – I’ll get in touch tomorrow. Or even: I need to think about this. I’ll get back to you. But I didn’t.
The numbing unease permeating every fiber in my body, felt so deep, as I gave her the number and making the arrangements for her to pick up the keys……
To be Continued Part three: next
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