When Dustin’s sister, Jessica, sells her old car to him, he takes his time repairing it and bringing it to its former glory. But one day, J…
When Dustin’s sister, Jessica, sells her old car to him, he takes his time repairing it and bringing it to its former glory. But one day, Jessica storms into his house, demanding the car back. Luckily, Dustin had already installed his backup plan… To be frank with you, I never thought a beat-up old car could become the center of family drama, but here we are. It all started when my older sister, Jessica, decided to “gift” me her old car. Well, “gift” might be stretching it a bit because she sold it to me for a symbolic amount. 
A run down old car | Source: Midjourney The car was in bad shape. I mean, the tires were flat, there was rust under the hood, and the paint was practically peeling off. It had been sitting in our parents’ garage for years, just gathering layers of dust. But as a 22-year-old car enthusiast, I saw potential where others saw a junkyard candidate. “There’s something there, Gabi,” I told my girlfriend when we sat at a fast-food joint. “I know it doesn’t seem like a great opportunity, but it is. There’s a lot I can do with the car.” 
A couple sitting at a fast food place | Source: Midjourney “Fine, Dustin,” she laughed, eating her fries. “You do what you have to. But don’t get your hopes up until Jessica actually gives it to you.” Jessica made a big show out of handing over the keys to me. She made it seem like she was doing me a huge favor. “Don’t take this lightly, Dustin,” she said. “I loved this car.” 
A woman holding a set of car keys | Source: Midjourney Her words sounded like a warning. To be fair, she probably thought that I’d scrap it for parts and let it rot away. But I had other plans. I poured all my savings into that car, upgrading everything I possibly could. Weekends were spent with me hunched over the car while Gabi told me stories about her friends and professors from university. “I do think that Ben is going to get caught for cheating,” she said. “Like, he basically copied the whole assignment from the internet. I’m sure they’re going to fail him for it.” 
A man working on a car | Source: Midjourney I chuckled while I worked. I replaced the interior, repainted the exterior, got new tires and wheels, and even installed a sound system. All in all, I think I must have spent around $5,000 and countless hours bringing that car back to life. Then, one morning, as I was getting ready to leave for university, Jessica barged into the house, looking frantic. Gabi was on her way out of the shower and yelped when she saw Jessica, running to our bedroom with her towel held tightly. 
A young man in a car | Source: Midjourney “Dustin, I need to take the car back,” she said. “Where are the keys? I need it right now.” I was stunned. “What?” I exclaimed. “Now!” she shouted, looking around the living room as if trying to conjure up the keys. “Jessica, what are you talking about? You sold me that car,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “It’s not yours anymore. So, you don’t get to make any decisions.” 
An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney “Well, I never officially transferred the documents,” she replied, waving her hands dismissively. “And anyway, Tom’s car broke down, and we need another vehicle. So, I’m taking it back.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Tom, her husband, was notorious for his reckless driving and wrecking of cars. It was his ‘thing.’ In the six years that Tom and Jessica had been married, he’d been through four cars already. 
A man next to a broken down car | Source: Midjourney The thought of him behind the wheel of my restored car was infuriating. But what got me was Jessica’s audacity. The car was mine. And Jessica had no legal grounds for it. I had bought and paid for it. Even if we hadn’t finalized the paperwork, it had to stand. Right? Our parents, who had come along with her, sided with her, of course. 
A smiling older couple | Source: Midjourney “She has kids, Dustin,” Mom said, as if that justified everything. It felt like a betrayal, but I bit my tongue and thought fast. I didn’t know what else to do. Or even how to feel. My parents had seen how much work I had put into the car, and still, they wanted me to hand it over to Jessica. “Alright, Jessica,” I said, forcing a smile. “You can take the car. I really hope it serves you well.” 
A woman with two children | Source: Midjourney She looked surprised by my compliance but didn’t question it. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to call the police and say that my car had been stolen, but I needed to play it smart. “Babe,” Gabi said when we sat on the couch that evening and spoke about everything after Jessica and my parents left. “You’re forgetting something.” 
A couple sitting on a couch and talking | Source: Midjourney “What?” I asked, feeling slightly defeated. I had told Gabi that I was convinced Jessica was up to something. Tom would never drive such an old car, even if I had done it up. “You placed a GPS and camera in the car. If you think that your sister is lying to you, access it. See where it is.” What I found was shocking. 
A small GPS tracker in a car | Source: Midjourney Footage showed Jessica driving recklessly, speeding through the neighborhoods, and having sketchy conversations with Tom about flipping the car for profit. “Look, I know you hate it, but Dustin did a lot. It’s going to be worth something big. We can use the money for something else. The kids have been asking for a jungle gym in the backyard. This could pay for that,” she said. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed. 
A fancy jungle gym in a backyard | Source: Midjourney While the footage was grainy and the sound was slightly distorted, it was still obvious what was going on. The next morning, I visited a lawyer, armed with receipts for the upgrades and the footage safely stored on my laptop. I wasn’t going to let Jessica get away with everything that easily. 
A young man holding a laptop | Source: Midjourney The lawyer helped me draft a formal letter to Jessica, outlining the expenses and the potential legal consequences of her actions. I also included the part about the recorded evidence. “We can sort this out, Dustin,” the lawyer said. “Your sister is just trying to take you along for a ride.” 
A lawyer leaning on his desk | Source: Midjourney A few days later, she stormed into my home, the letter in her hand, and her face a mix of anger and panic. “What the hell is this, Dustin?” she demanded. “It’s simple, Jess,” I said calmly. “Either you transfer the car’s title to me, or I take this to court. And if it comes to that, I’ll make sure the family knows what you’ve been up to. A jungle gym, huh?” 
A close up of an angry woman | Source: Midjourney She was furious, but she knew that I had her cornered. After a tense silence, she finally agreed to sign the necessary documents. To make sure there were no more surprises, I had her sign an agreement stating that the car and all its improvements were now mine, with no further claims from her. “I can’t believe you went to a lawyer, Dustin,” Jessica said, helping herself to a glass of water. “Yeah,” I said, sitting back on the couch. “You forced my hand, Jess.” 
A woman signing a piece of paper | Source: Midjourney Now, the car is legally mine, and I continue to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Look, it may seem like a hunk of junk, but it’s more than just a vehicle. It’s a reminder of the importance of setting boundaries. “Are you happy now?” Gabi asked me as she made tacos for dinner. “Yes,” I said. “Jess needed to learn that she can’t walk all over me just because she’s older.” 
A young woman making tacos | Source: Midjourney What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one. Entitled Colleagues Made a New Worker Serve Them – They Were Floored to Discover Her Real Identity Later Jessica, quietly enduring mistreatment by her colleagues, harbors a secret. As tensions rise at a prestigious jewelry company, mysterious financial discrepancies surface. Disguised truths unravel at the annual ball, revealing unexpected identities and shocking betrayals. In this story, nothing is as it seems. Jessica walked into the bustling office of the renowned jewelry brand, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. 
An office with a view of the city | Source: Midjourney She had a big task before her, and, of course, she was more than ready to rise to the occasion. Michael had briefed her on whatever she needed to do, and now, she was ready to prove herself. As she moved around, her colleagues noticed her timid nature. She wanted to be easy-going and effortless, so she chose plain clothes and minimal makeup. “No need to make a fuss,” she told herself as she put on her thin hoop earrings. 
A woman in formal clothes | Source: Midjourney But despite her understated appearance, she was undeniably beautiful, and within days of being at the office, Jessica became the office’s personal errand-woman. “You there!” Melissa barked. “You, go get me a coffee! I’d like a venti iced java chip frappuccino, triple shot. And a chocolate muffin. Can you handle that? Do you need to write it down?” 
A woman sitting at a desk with papers scattered in front of her | Source: Midjourney Melissa was the self-appointed queen bee of the office, and she was rarely seen without her phone. If Jessica had to keep an eye on anyone, it was her. Jessica nodded and hurried off to the break room to get Melissa’s muffin. She’d have to leave the building to get the drink. 
A close-up of a muffin | Source: Midjourney “And take this to the dry cleaner,” Linda said, throwing her coat on Jessica’s desk. “There’s one across our building. Make it a rush job because I need it for tomorrow.” Jessica obliged without complaint. She grabbed the coat and made sure she had Melissa’s coffee order ringing in her head. 
A tall glass of iced coffee | Source: Midjourney “Mean girls still exist outside of high school?” she muttered to herself as she got into the elevator. During lunch, Linda and Melissa sat at a table in the corner of the room, whispering loudly as Jessica opened her container of pasta salad. 
Pasta on a plate | Source: Midjourney “What do you think of the new girl?” Linda asked. “I think that we can break her soon,” Melissa said. “Her spirit is too quiet, too timid. We can send her on her way soon.” Read the full story here. This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
