Chapter 219
In Chapter 132 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” Savannah grapples with the harsh reality of receiving an eviction notice. Instead of shock, she feels a sinking realization that her already difficult day has taken a turn for the worse. Fueled by anger and frustration, she confronts her landlord, Mr. Gremlin, demanding an explanation for the sudden eviction. His indifference and lack of empathy only amplify her feelings of betrayal and helplessness, as he dismisses her concerns with a nonchalant attitude, stating that the building is being sold and she must vacate immediately.
Savannah’s confrontation with Mr. Gremlin reveals her desperation and exhaustion. Despite having paid her rent, she is met with cold indifference, which leaves her feeling even more isolated. The conversation escalates as Savannah insists on her rights as a tenant, but Mr. Gremlin remains unmoved, reinforcing her sense of powerlessness. This interaction highlights the emotional toll of her situation, as she realizes that the landlord’s decisions are beyond her control and that there is no compassion in his demeanor.
After the confrontation, Savannah retreats to her apartment, feeling the weight of her circumstances pressing down on her. The walls seem to close in as she contemplates her next steps. In a moment of vulnerability, she reaches out to Roman, her support system, asking him to pick her up. His immediate response provides her with a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. The anticipation of his arrival brings a slight sense of relief, allowing her to momentarily escape the overwhelming stress of her situation.
As she waits for Roman, Savannah’s mind races with thoughts of her struggles, including a previous emotional phone call with Dean. The tension builds as she anxiously counts the seconds until Roman arrives. When he finally appears, his presence offers a sense of comfort and safety, reminding her that she is not alone in facing her challenges. His concern for her well-being signifies a pivotal moment in the chapter, as it emphasizes the importance of support and connection in times of crisis.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 132: At My Place p>
The eviction notice crinkled ominously in my grip as I stared at it once more, the harsh reality of its implications hitting me like a wave.
Shock wasn’t the feeling that coursed through me—not really. Instead, it was a slow, sinking realization that this miserable day had managed to deliver one final, cutting blow.
Without even stepping inside my apartment, I pivoted sharply on my heel and marched straight down to the landlord’s flat below.
If this old bat thinks he can just wake up one day and decide to toss me out like yesterday’s trash, he’s got another thing coming.
I pounded my fists against his door with a sense of urgency. “Mr. Gremlin! It’s Savannah!” My knuckles rapped against the wood relentlessly, refusing to relent.
Pressing my ear against the door, I could hear some muffled sounds on the other side. It was almost as if he was shuffling around, possibly trying to gather the energy to face me.
“Which Savannah?” he called out, his voice dripping with annoyance.
I rolled my eyes, tapping my foot against the floor in irritation. “Savannah Hart! Your tenant!” My voice was sharper than intended, but I couldn’t help it.
“I’m coming,” he grumbled, the sound of his footsteps approaching the door.
When Mr. Gremlin finally cracked the door open halfway, I was met with the sight of his disheveled appearance. His gray hair stood on end, as if he had just rolled out of bed, and he wore that same stained undershirt along with those worn-out brown slippers.
“Mr. Gremlin,” I said, my tone flat and devoid of any warmth. “What’s this supposed to mean?” I held the eviction notice up as if it were a weapon, ready to strike.
He squinted at the paper, then shrugged nonchalantly. “An eviction notice, obviously.” His gaze met mine with a condescending look. “Can’t read, Savannah? Thought you graduated college p>
“I can read, thanks,” I replied, exhaling a shaky breath. “What I’m asking is why this is happening. I’ve paid my rent up until next month p>
He scratched his neck, avoiding my gaze as if it were a venomous snake. “Yeah, well… the building’s getting sold. New owner wants it cleared by tomorrow. Nothing personal p>
“Nothing personal?” My jaw clenched tightly, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “You couldn’t have given me a little more than twenty-four hours’ notice p>
He shrugged again, his indifference palpable. “It’s outta my hands, sweetheart. The paperwork’s already filed. You can talk to the new management if you want, but trust me, they won’t care either p>
I locked eyes with him for a long moment, and he stared back with a bored expression. The longer I looked, the more I realized there wasn’t a hint of empathy in his demeanor. Just the same dull indifference of a man who had long since stopped caring about anything that didn’t directly benefit him.
“You can’t just kick me out,” I insisted, my voice rising slightly. “I paid rent two weeks ago. You know I paid p>
He scratched at his jaw again, the motion so slow it felt rehearsed. “I’ll say it again. We got directions. New management, moving forward with renovations.” A flicker of faux pity crossed his face, the kind one might show a pesky insect. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your deposit back. You’ll be fine p>
“And I’ll repeat myself again, too. You could have told me earlier,” I shot back, my tone sharper than I intended. Exhaustion had stripped me of my patience, narrowing my focus to a single point of frustration.
He shrugged, as if that gesture could somehow erase the notice taped to my door. “Wasn’t my call, love p>
“Right,” I said finally, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Thanks for nothing p>
With heavy steps, I retreated back upstairs. My hands trembled, but it wasn’t from panic. It was sheer exhaustion, the kind that made every movement feel like wading through thick, murky water.
Inside my apartment, everything appeared smaller, the walls seemingly closing in on me overnight. I tossed my bag onto the couch and fished my phone out of my pocket, my heart racing.
Roman’s number was already at the top of my call list, a lifeline in this chaotic moment. I dialed without a second thought, anxiously biting my nails as I waited.
He picked up after just one ring. “Sav p>
I struggled to keep my voice steady, but the tremor was unmistakable. “Can you come pick me up p>
There was a brief pause on the other end, and then, quietly, “Where are you p>
“At my place p>
“I’m on my way p>
No questions asked, no hesitation. Just that calm, unwavering assurance I had come to rely on. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I finally exhaled, feeling a small weight lift off my shoulders.
The minutes dragged on, each second stretching into an eternity. I hadn’t even begun to pack; I simply sat on the edge of the couch, fixating on the eviction notice lying on the coffee table, the one Roman had replaced. My mind was a whirlpool of thoughts—Dean’s phone call, his tears, the relentless rain, and now this.
I felt like I was on the brink of exploding.
When I finally heard the familiar low purr of Roman’s car outside, I felt a hollow ache settle in my chest. He was already out of the car and climbing the stairs before I could even reach the door. The sight of him—tall, composed, dressed in a maroon sweater and gray sweatpants—made something tight inside me loosen just a little.
“Sav,” he whispered as soon as he saw me, his concern palpable.
In that moment, as Roman stepped into my apartment, the weight of the eviction notice began to feel less like an anchor dragging me down and more like a catalyst for change. His presence filled the room with a warmth I desperately needed, a reminder that even in the face of despair, I was not alone. The anger and frustration I felt toward Mr. Gremlin began to dissipate, replaced by a flicker of hope ignited by Roman’s unwavering support. I realized that while the walls of this apartment may be closing in on me, there were still doors waiting to be opened—new paths to explore beyond this moment of crisis.
As Roman approached, concern etched across his face, I felt a rush of gratitude wash over me. He didn’t need to ask what was wrong; he understood the unspoken language of my turmoil. In that shared silence, I found solace, knowing that together we could navigate the uncertainties ahead. The eviction notice, a symbol of my current struggles, transformed in my mind into a challenge to rise above my circumstances. With Roman by my side, I felt the strength to not only confront this situation but to redefine what home meant to me, embracing the possibility of new beginnings folded within the broken time of my dreams.
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Savannah grapples with the fallout from her eviction. With Roman by her side, the stakes are higher than ever, and Savannah must decide how to confront the new management that has taken over her building. Will she find the strength to advocate for herself, or will the weight of her circumstances prove too overwhelming? As she navigates this unfamiliar territory, the emotional turmoil she’s been experiencing will surface, revealing deeper layers of her character and her struggles.
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve into Savannah’s relationship with Roman, exploring the complexities of their bond as they face this crisis together. Will their connection deepen under the strain, or will the pressures of her situation create a rift between them? As they strategize their next moves, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, wondering if Savannah will uncover hidden allies or face unexpected betrayals. The unfolding drama will not only test her resilience but also challenge her understanding of what home truly means, leaving readers eager to turn the page and discover the next twist in her tumultuous journey.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.