Chapter 5 - The Eviction Notice
I stared at the forged property deed resting on the rotting wooden table in absolute disbelief.
I screamed at my brother-in-law that a deed signed by a woman with severe dementia would never hold up in court.
He laughed a cold and calculated laugh that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
He explained that he had taken her to a highly corrupt notary who owed him a massive gambling favor.
The notary had officially certified that my mother was of sound mind and acting entirely on her own free will.
Because my mother's name was technically still on the original mortgage she had the power to sign it away.
He raised the heavy iron fireplace poker and stepped aggressively toward me in the dim lantern light.
He told me I had exactly twenty-four hours to pack my belongings and vacate his newly acquired property.
I refused to back down and demanded that he hand over the eighty thousand dollars in stolen cash immediately.
He swung the iron poker violently through the air and smashed the wooden chair right next to my leg.
Splinters of old wood flew across the room and scratched my cheek deeply.
My mother suddenly screamed in terror and covered her ears as the violence shattered her fragile reality.
The distraction gave me just enough time to grab a heavy glass lantern from the table.
I hurled the lantern directly at his chest and shattered the glass against his collarbone.
He cursed loudly and stumbled backward into the dark hallway clutching his bleeding chest.
I grabbed my mother by the wrist and dragged her forcefully toward the front door.
She fought me blindly and cried out that she could not leave her childhood home without her parents.
I shoved her out into the freezing night air and pulled her desperately toward my parked car.
We jumped inside and I locked the doors just as he burst out onto the front porch screaming threats.
I slammed the gas pedal to the floor and sped away down the dark rural highway.
My mother wept quietly in the passenger seat and continuously asked me where we were going.
I told her we were going straight to the police station to fix this terrible nightmare.
I reached over to comfort her and noticed a small orange plastic bottle protruding from her coat pocket.
I grabbed the bottle and read the faded prescription label in the dim dashboard light.
It was the exact same lethal blood pressure medication that had been crushed into my son's baby bottle.
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The prescription name on the bottle did not belong to my mother or my husband.
The medication was legally prescribed directly to my criminal brother-in-law.
