But Annika, enraged that her plan had failed, got drunk. She was assaulted that same night.
Unable to bear the trauma, she jumped from the 33rd floor and died instantly.
When Blake heard the news, he completely snapped.
He invited me to his house, acted unusually gentle, and intentionally left evidence behind.
After I left, he called the police and accused me of having improper intentions.
My future was ruined. My parents, driven to despair after being doxxed and attacked online, committed suicide by turning on the gas at home.
Blake stood at our doorway, filming their final moments as they struggled for breath. He even brought the video to the prison to show me.
"Melissa, I want your entire family buried with Annika!"
Traumatized beyond repair, my congenital heart disease acted up. I died in prison, collapsing on the cold floor.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before the college entrance exam.
Blake was next to me, rambling excitedly about the celebration that night.
I looked at him and smiled.
This time, he could do whatever he wanted.
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"Melissa, what's with your attitude?! Do you have to freak out every time another girl talks to me?!"
That familiar voice jolted me back.