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.
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.”
“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.”
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.”
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.
“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.”
“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.
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.
“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.”
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.”
“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.
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.
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.
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 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?”
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.”
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.”
What would you have done?
