They say neighbors can become either friends or enemies, but I never imagined mine would become both overnight. What started as a simple favor turned into a bitter feud and a twist that left us both deeply affected.
When my husband, Silas, walked out on us six years ago, I never imagined I’d be standing in my kitchen, scrubbing the same counter for the third time, wondering how I became this version of myself.
My name is Prudence, I’m a 48-year-old mother of two trying to make ends meet while working remotely for a call center. Life hasn’t exactly turned out the way I’d hoped.
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Silas and I used to talk about our dreams, you know? The kind of life we wanted to build together. But along the way, those dreams shattered, leaving me alone to pick up the pieces.
He left one evening, saying he needed “space to find himself,” leaving me with our son Damien, then eight, and our daughter Connie, a few months old. I guess he found more than just space, because he never returned.
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“Mom, can I have some cereal?” Connie’s little voice pulled me from my thoughts. Her big brown eyes, so full of innocence, stared at me from the kitchen table.
“Sure, honey. Just give me a second.” I forced a smile as I grabbed the cereal box from the top shelf.
Damien, now 14, shuffled into the kitchen, headphones plugged in as usual. He barely looked up from his phone. “I’m going out to meet Jake, okay?” he mumbled.
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“Don’t stay out too late. And remember, homework first when you get home,” I told him as he stormed out, without waiting for my answer.
It was just another day in the life I’d gathered since Silas left. It wasn’t easy juggling the responsibilities of raising two children alone while trying to keep a roof over our heads.
My call center job helped, but it wasn’t exactly my dream job. But it was a job, and in times like these, that’s all that mattered.
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That’s when Emery, the new neighbor in her thirties, knocked on my door. I opened it and saw her, her eyes reddened, looking like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Hey, Prudence, can I ask you a huge favor?” she said, her voice cracking slightly.
I nodded, stepping aside to let her in. “Sure, Emery. What’s going on?”
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She sighed, sinking into the couch as if she were about to collapse. “I had a crazy party last night, and then I got called away for an out-of-town job. The place is a mess, and I don’t have time to clean it up. Could you, uh, give me a hand? I’ll pay you, of course.”
I hesitated, glancing at the clock. My shift was due to start in a few hours, but the idea of earning a little extra money was tempting. God knows we could use it.
“How much are we talking about?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
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“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” she said quickly. “I really need help, Prudence. I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t an emergency.”
“Okay,” I agreed after a moment. “I’ll do it.”
“Thank you so much! You’re saving my life!” Emery gave me a quick hug before hurrying off, leaving me wondering what I’d just gotten myself into.
Emery’s house was a wreck, to put it mildly. It looked like a tornado had torn through it, with empty bottles, plates with half-eaten food, and trash strewn everywhere.
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I stood in the middle of his living room, hands on my hips, trying to figure out where to start.
Two days. It took me two whole days to scrub, sweep, and take out the trash from that house. When I was finished, my back ached and my hands were raw. But I kept reminding myself of the $250 Emery had promised. That money would help us a lot.
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When Emery finally came back, I walked over to her house, ready to cash in.
“Emery, it’s done. Your house is spotless,” I said, trying not to let the exhaustion show in my voice. “So, about the payment…”
She blinked as if I were speaking another language. “Payment? What payment?”
I frowned, my heart sinking a little. “The $250 you promised for cleaning your house. Remember?”
Emery’s expression turned to confusion, then annoyance. “Prudence, I never agreed to pay you anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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For a moment, I stood there, stunned. “You… what? You said you’d pay me! We had a deal.”
“No, I’m not,” she snapped. “Listen, I’m late for work, and I really don’t have time for this.” She walked past me, heading towards her car.
“Emery, this isn’t fair!” I called after her, but she was already in her driveway, not giving me a single glance.
As I watched Emery’s car disappear down the street, I stood there, furious. How could she just leave like that?
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Two days of grueling work, and she had the nerve to pretend we never made a deal. I could feel my anger rising, but I knew better than to act on impulse.
I went home, slammed the door behind me, and paced the living room, trying to think. Connie was playing with her dolls on the floor, and Damien was still outside with his friends. I didn’t want to drag my children into this mess, but I also wasn’t going to let Emery get away with it.
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“Okay, Prudence, you have to be smart,” I muttered to myself. I looked out the window at Emery’s house and an idea began to form in my mind. It was risky, but I didn’t care about anything at this point. If she wanted to get dirty, I could get in the mud too.
Twenty minutes later, I was at the local dump, pulling on a pair of old gloves I kept in the car. I wasn’t proud of what I was about to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
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I loaded my trunk with as many garbage bags as possible, the stench almost making me vomit. But I gritted my teeth and kept going.
On the way home, I replayed our conversation in my head, her disdainful tone, her refusal to acknowledge what she had promised. The more I thought about it, the more vindicated I felt.
She didn’t even have the decency to respect the hard work I’d put in cleaning her filthy house. Well, she was about to see how dirty things could get.
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When I pulled up in front of Emery’s house, the street was quiet. No one was there to see me open the trunk and start hauling trash bags to his front door. My heart was pounding in my chest, adrenaline pumping through me as I worked quickly.
It was then that I realized something: Emery had forgotten to take the key to her house, which she left with me. She was in such a hurry when she left that she hadn’t even thought about it.
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I hesitated for a moment. But then I thought about the look on her face when she told me there was no deal, how she’d brushed me off like I was nothing. I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.
I unlocked the door and walked in. The house was still spotless, just as I’d left it, but that was about to change. One by one, I tore open the garbage bags, dumping their contents onto the floor, counters, and even the bed. Spoiled food, old newspapers, dirty diapers—it all jumbled together in a disgusting pile.
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“This is what you get, Emery,” I muttered under my breath as I emptied the last bag. “You wanted to play games, well, here you go.”
I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it, and slipped the key under his welcome mat. As I walked back to my car, I felt a strange surge of satisfaction and guilt. But I shook it off. Emery had it coming.
That night, as I was putting Connie to bed, I heard a furious knock on my front door. I knew who it was before I even opened it.
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“Careful! What did you do to my house?!” Emery shouted, his face red with anger.
I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, playing it cool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Emery. How could I have gotten into your house? We never had an agreement, remember? So I never had keys to your house.”
She stared at me, speechless, for a moment before her face twisted with rage. “You… you’re lying! I’m calling the police! You’ll pay for this!”
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I shrugged, not breaking eye contact. “Go ahead, call them. But how are you going to explain how I got in? You can’t because according to you, I never had the key.”
Emery opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. She looked like she was about to explode, but all she could do was turn on her heel and storm off, muttering something under her breath.
I watched her leave, my heart still pounding, but this time it wasn’t just anger. There was a sense of justice, of balance restored.
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I didn’t know if she’d call the police, but I wasn’t worried. Emery had learned a valuable lesson that day: you don’t mess with Prudence.
As I closed the door, I let out a deep breath, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. I knew I’d crossed the line, but at that moment, I felt like it was the only way to make things right.
Sometimes you have to stand up for yourself, even if it means getting your hands dirty. And what about Emery? I had a feeling she wouldn’t be asking me for any more favors anytime soon.
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Do you think I handled the situation well? What would you have done differently in my place?
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