When Family Sells Your Soul

uary. For a few days, there was a blessed, unnerving silence.

re. The door to the Dean's office was thrown open, and a wave of righteous fury poured in.

imy finger at me. "The unnatural, heartless

ight, stood up, looking alarmed. My professo

hrieked. "She doesn't deserve an education!

ed rage. He was playing to the crowd, the grievi

tch," he snarled, his

hand and slapped me,

oom. My head snapped to the side, and a s

ified me. I had cowered, cried, and le

p radiated through my skull, a cold, c

floor, my movements exaggerated and dramatic. I let out a shar

ed professor with wide, terrified eyes. "He

es roll bac

e... call 911. And campus pol

on the phone, his voice sharp and urgent. Students wer

face morphing into one of pure, panicked horror. He had expected me to fold. He