That’s when I learned the whole thing had been
a setup, a twisted “test” cooked up by that
psycho. When I confronted him, he acted like I
was overreacting. Brittany had rolled her eyes,
saying, “A woman’s gotta protect her virginity.
If I were you, I wouldn’t have called the
ambulance. I would’ve jumped off the roof to
く
prove my honor.”
“Now everyone knows you got assaulted,” she’d
continued. “Do you have any idea how bad that
looks for Mark?”
I was so pissed, I tried to call the cops, but Brittany had finished me off.
Only after I was gone did I realize that the two people I trusted most had been screwing
around behind my back for ages. The “test” had been Brittany’s idea all along.
I was lost in the memories.
Mark, impatient that I hadn’t replied, video- called me. Maybe dying once had toughened me up, because I managed to keep it together.
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I gave him a sweet smile. “Just in the bathroom,
honey. Don’t worry, I’ll be here waiting for your
food.”
His smile was weird, but I ignored it, played
along, and hung up. After I ended the call, I
checked the time. Twenty–five minutes until the
drunk showed up.