The Terror
Heather
He never forced me to stay, never caused me to miss one class or fail to provide transportation to and back from the university each day. I drifted through the mind numbing lectures, my pc notebook turned on, the cursor blinking away yet never recording any notes. Friends near me were silent, yet their sidelong glances spoke loud enough, wondering what was wrong. I used to take down nearly every word the professors spewed forth and my friends would come to me later, asking for a transcription. Not any more. School’s out. Not doing your work for you. Now it’s your choice whether you pass or fail. Just like it was my choice to return to his harsh lessons.
Every day, after classes let out, my feet brought me back to the same dark car that waited, back door open, tinted w
