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Raisa wanted to beat me after she got home from the club at three in the morning, but when I showed her my wounds, she grew worried and yelled, saying I was the most stupid person alive—I had to agree with her—and she would never leave me behind again.
On Sunday, I slept almost all day. Raisa and Olivia checked on me several times. Then on Monday, I got up early to go to work before my first day of summer classes. I had to take two ibuprofen pills to be able to stand. I just wanted to get through the day without remembering the bat attack and feeling sick to my stomach. I purposefully avoided Raisa and slipped out of the apartment without her or Olivia noticing. I’d had enough of my roommate’s lectures.
Cheryl strolled into the coffee shop. I smiled at her, admiring her beauty and ele
