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The Perfect Roommate by Minka Kent Read Online (FREE)

There’s a gun to my head.

And three people who have made it their mission to see to it I die today and take the blame with me.

“Hurry up,” Thayer says after a minute.

“I’m trying.” My eyes burn, welling with thick, hot tears. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You’re the writer, Elisabeth.” He turns to his sister.

She exhales, massaging her temples, before waving her left hand in the air and frowning. “I don’t know. Just say you’ve loved Reed Bristowe but when you found out he was expecting a child and happily married you knew there was no chance with him so … you know. Just put it all in your own words—in your own voice. Then end it with an apology and anything else you’d like your family to know.”

My lips purse and a fat teardrop falls, staining the lined paper beneath my hand. All this time, I realize Elisabeth never once took an interest in my life. I’d let her vent for hours, rambling on about her work and her husband and her childhood, but never did she ask about mine.

The signs were there all along. Elisabeth Bristowe is as self-centered as they come, a bona fide narcissistic sociopath.

“Come on now.” Elisabeth clears her throat, stepping closer. I can’t look at her, but I imagine she’s staring down at the blank, tear-stained page in front of me.

What I wish I could write is that all I wanted was a cheap room to rent. I didn’t plan this. I swear.

I’m innocent.

But all eyes are on me.



To Whom It May Concern:

I am the sole person responsible for the murder of Meyer State University professor, Reed Bristowe.

I was in love with him.

The feelings were not mutual.

I can’t bear to live with what I’ve done, so I’ve decided to take my own life.


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“Let me see it.” Elisabeth yanks the paper out from under me the moment the ink is dry on my signature.

The handwriting is shoddy and barely legible, but I made damn sure my message was void of emotion, undeniably impersonal. If someone murders their “lover” it’s normally a crime of passion. If my letter is formal, maybe they’ll know it was a set up?

I may be long gone by then, but I’ll be damned if these three walk free.

“This is boring as shit.” Elisabeth hands it back after studying me for a moment. “But we don’t have time for a rewrite.”

Thank God.

Taking a couple spots back, Elisabeth rubs her belly, like it’s any other day. Somehow the tenderness is still there, but I don’t think someone this evil is capable of love. Not in any genuine, lasting capacity. No wonder she spent her entire college career obsessed with Reed, friendless with no desire to have a social life outside their relationship.

“Was it real? What you had with Reed?” I ask Lauren. Thayer and Elisabeth stare her down. By the looks of it, I’m guessing it was.