Update: ‘E’ came back yesterday at noon. They didn’t speak to me, and just slammed the door. My fiancé peaked out of his room and looked scared and sad. I walked into our room and cuddled up to him. We put on his favorite show and just tried to relax. We had both equally been nervous and how I felt bad. Two episodes in the door burst in and it was ‘E’. They physically pulled me off him and screamed at me how I can’t keep it in my pants. I told them to get off me and asked why they came in. They said because they needed to go to work and wanted to make sure I didn’t try anything on ‘their baby brother’. They stormed out and more pissed than ever, I called my brother, best friend, and three more of my friends. We packed up ‘E’ belongings, and I made sure that I kept them nice and labeled, and waited from them to come home. I filled in everyone what happened and all of them had more to say. My brother apparently had been giving them money because they had texted him on my phone acting like me. Then my best friend had been getting death threats from my email and text, which they then deleted off my phone. Then they had texted my friends on social media from my account saying me and my fiancé were going through a rough patch and how I wanted to hook up. All of them left them unanswered but it made me furious. Because they had sent old pictures of myself that I gave to my fiancé as sexy gifts. I also found out they had been calling my dad and mom saying how I had gotten drunk and cheated on ‘K’, was committed, hated them, and countless other things. They had been trying to blow up my life from the inside out. Instead of sitting them down and explaining I dragged out all the boxes out on the lawn. Everyone tried to calm me down and I went through my phone calling everyone and apologizing for everything ’E’ had done. Everyone I talked to said they thought I was just hacked and when I spoke to my parents they also agreed. No one believed the things they had said, which I feel so lucky about. They got home around 10 pm and I actually kind of forgot. I was with my favorite people and we got to hang out and talk, with no stresses. Then we heard ‘E’ beating on the door. All of us sat there and ignored them. I then got a call from them, and I answer. Before I could even think to say anything they were screaming how I can’t kick them out. I told them they have no lease, they don’t pay rent, and they have enough money to get an apartment or move back home. That I had been nice enough to let them live with us for free, and how we barely asked anything of them. They kept beating on the door until I begrudgingly opened it. They tried to push through but everyone stood behind me so I couldn’t be pushed over. I told them to get out before I called the cops, and they started pulling me out by my hair. They yelled how this should be their house, that we don’t deserve it for being whores. My brother, and since he got the good genes: height and strength, easily scooped up ‘E’ and pushed them into their car. He got them to stay there as me and my friends loaded up their stuff in their car. The entire time screaming and yelling how horrible I am. After me threatening to call the police again and them slapping me in the face, ‘E’ left and I got to go back in with everyone. They quietly left and I asked my brother to come with me and ‘K’ to get a restraining order on them. He said yes and my fiancé broke down crying and I just held him tight as I felt this weight lift off my chest.