The Price of Jealousy: A College Nightmare

The Price of Jealousy: A College Nightmare

Gavin

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My parents dropped me off at college like a princess, with a platinum card and no worries. My new life, full of independence and excitement, was just beginning. My roommate, Sarah, seemed sweet at first, a quiet girl with kind eyes. But her sweetness quickly turned sour, poisoned by resentment over my privilege. She' d sneer at my new laptop, comparing it to her brother' s grueling factory job. Then, the unthinkable happened: my emergency debit card, with over a hundred thousand dollars, vanished. A bank alert confirmed my worst fear: a $5,000 withdrawal attempt blocked. I knew, with a sickening certainty, who the thief was-the quiet girl consumed by jealousy. The betrayal shattered my idyllic college dream, leaving a bitter taste. I called the campus police, my hands shaking with fury. Sarah was arrested, my card found in her bag, and my sense of home was destroyed. I moved into a new apartment, seeking peace, but my mom' s well-meaning housekeeper, Mrs. Davis, brought a new kind of terror. She started with subtle criticisms, then tried to turn me into her domestic servant. Her demands escalated, culminating in an outrageous proposal: she wanted to control my finances and marry me off to her unemployed son, Kevin. The audacity of her plan, the sheer delusion, made my blood run cold. When I fired her, she called my mom, trying to slander me, but my mom shut her down cold. As she stormed out, my grandmother's silk scarf, a cherished gift, was found crumpled in her bag. Just like her daughter, she was a thief and a liar. I thought the nightmare was over when Kevin, her "good, strong boy," was leaning against my apartment door. His sneer, his entitlement, and the reek of stale cigarettes chilled me to the bone. He raged about his family, about how they were entitled to my money, our money. The fear was sharp, but my own anger surged. Then, I came home to a ransacked apartment, my belongings destroyed, and Kevin sitting in my armchair, drinking my dad's scotch. Mrs. Davis was there too, silently watching, complicit. My phone was shattered. They laid out their plan: I would empty my accounts, sign over my car, give them everything. Then, maybe, they' d let me go. Trapped, I feigned submission, my mind racing for an escape. In a desperate, reckless moment, I grabbed my heavy coffee pot from the kitchen. With a surge of pure, unadulterated rage, I swung.

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My parents dropped me off at college like a princess, with a platinum card and no worries.

My new life, full of independence and excitement, was just beginning.

My roommate, Sarah, seemed sweet at first, a quiet girl with kind eyes.

But her sweetness quickly turned sour, poisoned by resentment over my privilege.

She' d sneer at my new laptop, comparing it to her brother' s grueling factory job.

Then, the unthinkable happened: my emergency debit card, with over a hundred thousand dollars, vanished.

A bank alert confirmed my worst fear: a $5,000 withdrawal attempt blocked.

I knew, with a sickening certainty, who the thief was-the quiet girl consumed by jealousy.

The betrayal shattered my idyllic college dream, leaving a bitter taste.

I called the campus police, my hands shaking with fury.

Sarah was arrested, my card found in her bag, and my sense of home was destroyed.

I moved into a new apartment, seeking peace, but my mom' s well-meaning housekeeper, Mrs. Davis, brought a new kind of terror.

She started with subtle criticisms, then tried to turn me into her domestic servant.

Her demands escalated, culminating in an outrageous proposal: she wanted to control my finances and marry me off to her unemployed son, Kevin.

The audacity of her plan, the sheer delusion, made my blood run cold.

When I fired her, she called my mom, trying to slander me, but my mom shut her down cold.

As she stormed out, my grandmother's silk scarf, a cherished gift, was found crumpled in her bag.

Just like her daughter, she was a thief and a liar.

I thought the nightmare was over when Kevin, her "good, strong boy," was leaning against my apartment door.

His sneer, his entitlement, and the reek of stale cigarettes chilled me to the bone.

He raged about his family, about how they were entitled to my money, our money.

The fear was sharp, but my own anger surged.

Then, I came home to a ransacked apartment, my belongings destroyed, and Kevin sitting in my armchair, drinking my dad's scotch.

Mrs. Davis was there too, silently watching, complicit.

My phone was shattered.

They laid out their plan: I would empty my accounts, sign over my car, give them everything.

Then, maybe, they' d let me go.

Trapped, I feigned submission, my mind racing for an escape.

In a desperate, reckless moment, I grabbed my heavy coffee pot from the kitchen.

With a surge of pure, unadulterated rage, I swung.

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