The Cost of Her Malice
Language: en
My roommate hid her pregnancy in our dorm, claiming her family was too poor to know. I cared for her while urging her to avoid bearing a child out of wedlock and to leave her aggressive boyfriend. Instead, she ran to him, twisting my words. She told him I wanted her to dump him and get rid of their baby. After she lost the child, they lured me to the quiet woods behind campus. Her boyfriend drove a knife through my throat, snarling that no one came between them. He raged about my perfect family, my looks, my money, calling me a whore who deserved to rot. My soul hovered as my roommate…