Squatters

By JT Pearson

Cameron Peralt returns to his boyhood home long after his mother's death and finds that a heavy metal band is now living there. He attempts to get them to leave and the battle begins. Light humor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JT Pearson
• Release date: Mar 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301469734

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Squatters

By J T Pearson

Copyright 2013 Joseph Pearson

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After Cameron was accused of insider trading, lost his job, had his assets frozen, was kicked out of his house by his wife of nearly forty years, and was openly shunned by everyone that had ever had the gall to have called themselves his friends, he found himself standing outside his boyhood home where he hadn’t been in over a decade, not even after his mother had died and he and his brother Robert had inherited the estate. Cameron was never a good son.

He stood in the street, his designer shoes covered in grey slush, the door to the cab still open while he gawked at how his mother’s home which was once pristine, was now quite dilapidated. The cab fare from the bus terminal came to nineteen fifty. He handed the driver a twenty and told him to keep the change. The bus driver stomped on the accelerator, spraying Cameron, and leaving with him dripping and enraged, his bag still sitting in the back seat as the cab disappeared. He reached for his cell phone and his heart sank when he realized that it too was in his bag, a satchel that contained pretty much everything that he had still owned. He pulled a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his overcoat and cleaned his face as he walked to the house, up the stairs and on to the porch. He paused as he stared at the knob. He searched his pockets until he came up with the key, turned the lock, opened the door, and stepped into the front hall where the boards still creaked when you walked on them, just as he had remembered. Even the last couch that his mother had owned still remained in the living room. It wasn’t in the best shape but it looked functional. He was tired so he walked to the sofa and dropped down with a long sigh. He sat like that for nearly ten minutes until suddenly a young woman