My Roommate Tried to Frame Me for Giving Her Syphilis, So After Rebirth, I Went on the Warpath Chapter 07
“You little curse! My daughter borrowed one lousy towel from you. Did you have to buy off the cops and bury
her for it?”
“You drop those charges, or I’ll be out here every single day until they throw you out of this school!”
Chloe’s father, Gary Marsh, jabbed a finger at me, spraying spit with every word.
“Let me tell you something. Chloe is going to marry a rich man. If she ends up with a record, I’ll come after your whole family!”
Watching the two of them, who had clearly never read a law in their lives, I finally understood where Chloe
got it.
She had learned it at home, and the rot went all the way to the bone.
A ring of students formed around us fast, pointing and talking.
I watched them thrash around on the ground without changing my expression, took out my phone, and
dialed 911.
“Hello, 911? I need to report two people causing a disturbance outside the campus gate. They have
threatened to kill me and they’re trying to extort me.”
Gary heard that and scrambled up to snatch the phone out of my hand.
Campus security had already been called.
Three of them came out at a run, twisted Gary’s and Donna’s arms up behind their backs, and pinned them
both to the pavement.
“Get off me! I’ll say the same thing to the cops! You destroyed my daughter, and I hope you rot!”
I walked over to where the two of them were thrashing on the ground and looked down at them.
“You two probably don’t know that harassment and death threats carry prison time.”
I lowered my voice until only the two of them could hear it.
“Don’t worry. In a couple of days your whole family gets to be together again in a holding cell.”
The police took them in and let them off with a verbal warning, but people like that never let anything go.
That night a video titled Rich College Girl Destroys Her Classmate, Poor Girl Jailed for a Crime She Didn’t Commit shot straight to the top of the trending page.
In it, Chloe’s parents had changed into worn-out clothes and sobbed directly into the camera.
“Her roommate is the one working clubs and catching diseases, and she gave it to our daughter with a filthy
towel. Then she threw money at it, faked a police report and the security footage, and started a rumor that
our girl was escorting.
“She hired somebody to fake those videos, and she put our innocent daughter in county jail.
“Please, somebody help our little girl. She is nineteen years old and her whole life is over.”
They never once mentioned the evidence the police had. They wore their honest-poor-folks faces and
milked it for everything it was worth.
Bree’s parents and Kayla’s parents saw an opening and paid for bot accounts to steer the comments.
Their story was that their daughters had meant well and that I was shaking them down for a fortune.
On an internet where the weakest-sounding person wins, it worked beautifully.
The video passed several hundred thousand shares overnight.
Strangers who knew nothing about any of it appointed themselves the good guys and swarmed the
university’s official accounts. Somebody doxxed my phone number.
[Covering for an escort. What a garbage school.]
[Somebody look into Mia Lawson’s family. Does money buy anything these days?]
[Get Mia Lawson off that campus and give the real victim justice.]
My phone filled up with filth, and unknown numbers rang every few seconds.
In my old life this was the point where I broke, and it was the point where I went up to the roof.
This time I sat in my chair and took my time with a cup of coffee.
While I drank it, I screenshotted every account pushing the story and saved the evidence.
Then I sent the whole package to Whitfield with a message attached.
Mia: [Dean Whitfield, I don’t want a hundred years of this university’s reputation buried alongside the
people who made this up. If there’s no official statement by noon, I’ll be handing everything about Grant Mercer’s cover-up to the press and to my attorney. I would rather the school stopped the bleeding first.)
Tying their interests to mine and setting a hard deadline hit the university exactly where it was soft.
The university’s official account posted at 11:30.
There was none of the usual PR language this time, just a signed statement on official letterhead.
