“You dare hit me! She hit me! I’m calling the police. My face and head hurt so much. It must be a concussion. Rachel you bitch, you’re dead! Get on your knees and beg for mercy right now!”
Jessica clutched her face, crying pitifully and playing the victim to the fullest. Ethan rushed to comfort her, looking at me like I was some kind
of monster.
“Rachel, if you have a problem, take it out on me. Even if Jessica was wrong, she only did it because she loves me too much. No matter how jealous you are, you can’t resort to violence!”
Jessica’s other loyal simps rallied around her, calling the police.
“I’m calling the cops right now. You old hag, enjoy rotting in jail for the rest of your life. I heard new inmates have to sleep next to the toilet – perfect for a piece of trash like you!”
“Jessica’s just a young girl. You’re way older, how dare you bully her? Haven’t you heard only the unloved are the third wheel? If you weren’t so clingy and refused to divorce Ethan, Jessica wouldn’t have had to resort to this!“.
“You’re only losing a marriage. Jessica’s losing true love. You slutty bitch, will you die without a man or something? Clinging to Ethan wasn’t enough, you had to seduce Jason too!”
Only Jason frowned, the alcohol haze completely gone. He looked at me with gratitude and guilt in his eyes.
“Rachel, this is all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be framed by these scumbags. Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything to the police.”
I really don’t know where Jason got the confidence to think I had hit Jessica for his sake. I simply wanted to slap her, and had been wanting to for a long time.
All I can say is, Jason has the confidence to succeed at anything he sets his mind to.
crossed my arms, looking down at Jessica crying crocodile tears in Ethan’s arms while glaring at me triumphantly out of the corner of her eye, I mused thoughtfully:
“Go ahead, call the police. I’ve been wondering how to reason with you unreasonable people who try to pin the blame on others. This apartment only has one key – mine. You made copies of my key, broke in, and smashed my furniture. Now you’re saying I hit you? I was simply defending myself. The many viewers on the livestream can testify to every insulting word you’ve said to me. I’d like to see who the police think is really at fault when they arrive.”
With my reminder, everyone’s faces turned ashen. Jessica’s eyes fell on the phone on the ground in horror as she belatedly realized:
9:23 AM
“The livestream is still on! Quick, end the stream! Everything we just said and did must have been recorded!”
Everyone scrambled to grab the phone. When they looked, the viewer count had risen to 300,000. They stared at the rapidly scrolling comments in shock.
[How much more shameless can this streamer and her simps get? These people must be blind – the woman’s done all this and they’re still defending her. Birds of a feather flock together I guess.]
