My Roommates Mocked Me For Cleaning Their Filth—So I Moved Out And Left Them With A Surprise 😈

The Last Straw

I used to think cleaning up after my roommates was just part of being a good housemate—until they started treating me like a joke.

They’d leave food to rot, trash to pile up, and then mock me for handling it. “Relax, it’s not that bad,” they’d smirk, stepping over a beer puddle.

I stayed quiet—until I didn’t. When I finally left, I took something with me they never expected… and instantly regretted.

Sticky Hallway Laughter

I dragged the mop down the sticky hall and pushed beer into the dust line. Tyler kicked a can down the stairs and laughed. “Goal!” he yelled.

Jess clapped and leaned in the doorway. “Em, relax,” she said. “It’s just Friday.” The mop head turned brown.

I wrung it out in the tub and came back. Tyler slid his sock on the wet spot and smirked. “You missed a spot, maid.” Jess giggled and kicked another can toward my bucket.

The Busted Cooler

Marcus shoved the door open with his hip and dragged in a busted cooler. Water sloshed out across the tiles.

“Yo, watch your step,” he said, even as he tipped it and spilled more. Ice clinked under the table. He nudged the mop with his shoe.

“Can you grab that, Em? I gotta save the burgers.” He set the cooler on a chair and left a trail behind him.

I sopped up the mess while he whistled and dug through the fridge.

Housekeeper Hours

I tied two bulging trash bags and hauled them to the door. One hissed as air pushed out. Tyler lifted his phone and hit record.

“Housekeeper hours with Emily,” he said. “Smile for the fans.” I shook my head and dragged the bags down the steps.

A corner tore and gray liquid hit my shoe. “Oof, content!” Tyler laughed and followed me. Jess called from the couch, “Tip your maid!” I double-bagged the rip while he zoomed in and snorted.

Stove Meets Noodles

I scrubbed burnt spots off the stove and scraped the rings clean. Jess boiled pasta and bumped my elbow.

Noodles slipped out and fell across the burner. “We’ll get it later,” she said, then poured sauce that splashed on the knobs.

I moved the pot and wiped fast. She scooped a bowl and walked away. “Don’t stress,” she said over her shoulder. Sauce sizzled on the pan.

I turned off the heat and kept scrubbing while her show played loud.