“Dad, I just want to go home”: How I Was Kicked Out of My Own Flat Over a Bedroom
A story impossible to read without tears. A daughter’s betrayal and salvation that came when hope was nearly lost.
Victor Andrews stood on the balcony of an old London council flat, nervously smoking. His hands trembled, his heart pounded as if trying to break free. Who would’ve thought that at 72, he’d end up unwanted, like a burden? And yet, not so long ago, he had a home, a family, a wife he adored…
“Dad, not this again?” burst in Laura, his only daughter. “We’re just asking for your room. Greg and little Con are growing up—they can’t keep sleeping on a pull-out bed. It’s not fair!”
“Laurie…” Victor muttered softly. “Why should I spend my last years in a care home? If you need space, rent somewhere or move in with your mother-in-law. I’m not some stranger in this house—”
“Thanks, Dad. That says it all,” Laura snapped, slamming the door behind her, leaving only the scent of perfume and bitterness.
Victor slumped into his armchair, stroking his old terrier Rex, when suddenly, tears welled up. He hadn’t cried in years—not even when he lost Margaret five years ago. Forty years together, side by side, and he’d never have believed their Laura could turn on him like this.
They’d raised her with love, given her everything. And what had she become? Cold. Calculating.
“Grandad, don’t you love me and Con?” Eight-year-old Greg burst in. “Mum says you’re being selfish! You won’t give us your room!”
“Who told you that…?” Victor’s voice cracked.
He understood now—she’d turned his own grandchildren against him. The old man exhaled sharply, forcing out the words, “Alright. The room is yours.”
Laura rushed in, eyes gleaming. “Dad, really? Thank you! I’ve already sorted it—a lovely care home for you, cozy, with medical staff. We’ll take care of Rex too, I promise!”
Two days later, Victor found himself in a shabby state home on the outskirts of Kent. Damp walls, peeling paint, the hollow stares of forgotten souls. None of the “comfort” or “care” his daughter promised. Just a dumping ground for the unwanted.
“New here?” asked his bunkmate, an elderly woman. “I’m Evelyn. Family dump you too?”
“Yeah,” Victor nodded. “My daughter. Wanted my room.”
“I never had kids. Left my flat to my nephew—next thing I know, I’m here with a suitcase. At least it’s not the streets.”
They talked, reminisced, mourned the ones they’d lost. In time, Evelyn became the only light in Victor’s life. They walked the dreary courtyard together, holding hands like teenagers, pretending, just for a moment, that they were young again.
Laura never visited. Never even answered his calls. All Victor wanted was to know—was Rex safe? Was he even alive?
One afternoon, while walking the grounds, he ran into George, an old neighbour.
“Victor Andrews?! Laura said you’d moved to the countryside! Took Rex with you, didn’t she?”
“What? What about the dog?” Victor’s voice shook.
“She tossed him out. I took him in, found him a good home. Sweet old boy. But her—word is, she’s renting out your flat. Living with her husband at his mum’s now. What happened, Victor? How could she—?”
Victor buried his face in his hands, whispering brokenly, “Son… I just want to go home.”
“You’re not alone. I’m a solicitor. I’ll help. Tell me—did you sign over the lease?”
“No. But she’s got connections—she might’ve—”
“Then pack your things. We’ll sort this.”
Before leaving, Victor stopped by Evelyn’s room. “Evie, don’t cry. I’ll be back. For you too. I promise.”
“Why would you want an old woman like me…?” she murmured.
“Don’t talk nonsense. I need you.”
When Victor and the solicitor arrived at the flat, the locks had been changed. George got to work. They discovered Laura had rented it out, betting her father would fade away. But the papers she’d forged were worthless. The court ruled in Victor’s favour.
“Thank you, son… But I’m scared. What else might she do?”
“Sell the flat, give her a share. Use the rest for a cottage. Somewhere quiet. Safe. No one will hurt you again.”
Months later, Victor and Rex settled into a small timber-framed house with a garden. Soon after, Evelyn joined them. Together, they planted apple trees, kept chickens, and spent every evening hand in hand.
Life could be cruel—but kindness always found a way. Even in the darkest night.
