I Think I Might Have Just Murdered Somebody

Last night was the first time I met my boyfriend’s father. To put it nicely, the meeting did not go very well. <br><br>Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t expecting an easy introduction. Robbie has told me so much about his dad that I felt like I already knew the man. Everything from the way he walked into the room to the way he talked and even the way he held his utensils was so familiar to me. He was a giant man with a thick red beard and arms the size of tree trunks who thundered through every room like he owned the place, and I recognized everything about him from Robbie’s descriptions. The only difference I found was that in real life Mr. Wright was a lot more sinister than I had imagined. In all of his stories, his dad was only mean and abusive because that’s just how he was raised and it was how men of his culture were taught to show love. In reality, his maliciousness ran much deeper than that. After meeting him, it was apparent to me that Robbie’s dad hated me simply for existing, and that he would stop at nothing to ensure that I never saw his son again. <br><br>I met Robbie’s dad at a popular steak house in the wealthy part of town. Robbie also went, of course, and so did his mom. She was just as I pictured her as well - a shy woman with long, curly red hair that she tied behind her head and a freckled face covered by a paper-white layer of foundation. She barely said anything except to apologize for her husband’s behavior, but the few times that she did speak it was in the same tone as a guilty child trying to talk her way out of a punishment. <br><br>I was three bites into my steak when Mr. Wright began to talk. <br><br>“I know that you think you’re a strong independent woman who doesn’t need a man, don’t you?” He said while cutting his steak, but not looking at me. “I can tell that you have a man-hating attitude, and so does your generation. It seems like the farther we get away from tradition, the farther away we get from our values.” He paused to take a bite of his steak, then went on. “But don’t you worry, I’m gonna fix that for you.” Then he looked up at me and smiled. <br><br>I was so dumbfounded that I couldn’t say a single word. I’m not sure what I should have said in response to such a brash statement, but I’m sure that anything I said would have been better than nothing at all. Looking back on it now, I realize that I should have simply stood up, thrown my steak in his face, and called him a chauvinist bastard, but at the time I had no idea how to react. I was frozen in shock, simply staring at him with my jaw hanging slightly lower than it should have been. <br><br>He went on and on and on, ranting and raving about feminism and woman-hating and things that he saw wrong with women who date men, until finally I couldn’t take anymore. I stood up and told him that I was going to the bathroom to throw up. <br><br>“Don’t think that you can stop me from speaking my mind!” He yelled at me as I walked away. <br><br>I walked into the bathroom and cried. I sat in the middle stall down on the toilet and put my hands over my face. I couldn’t believe that I was actually dating the son of such a vile, disgusting man. Then as I sat there, I heard the bathroom door open and shut. I heard a stall open and shut on either side of me, and my heart started racing in fear. I knew that Mr. Wright was behind this, and that he was trying to scare me or intimidate me. <br><br>“Don’t let him win” I said under my breath, and with that I stood up and walked out into the main restaurant. When I reached our table, I saw that it was empty except for Robbie’s dad. <br><br>“Where is Robbie? Where is your mother?” I asked, trying my best to hide my suspicion. <br><br>“They’ll be back shortly” He replied in a cold, stern voice. “They wanted to give us a little time alone together.” <br><br>I sat down in silence, my hands trembling as I picked up my knife to continue eating. As soon as I did though, I heard a hand grasp the back of my arm and squeeze as hard as it could. I tried my best to wrestle free of it, but the hand was a lot stronger than me. I struggled for what felt like a full minute before I heard a voice whisper in my ear, and I froze up in shock. <br><br>“You’re not worthy” It said. <br><br>I screamed, and the few people at the surrounding tables turned to look at me. Mr. Wright covered my mouth with his hand and, with the other hand, he dragged me out the front door of the restaurant. <br><br>“Please don’t hurt me” I said, with tears streaming down my face. “I’ll never see Robbie again! I’ll never see him again! Just please don’t hurt me.” <br><br>“Shut up, you dumb bitch” He said as he dragged me deeper and deeper into the parking lot, until we were surrounded by nothing but parked cars. Then he tossed me against the trunk of one and punched me straight in my face. I didn’t feel it, though, because as soon as he cocked his arm, I pulled Robbie’s knife out of my pocket and stabbed his chest with all of my might. <br><br>Then everything went black. <br><br>I don’t know how it happened or what happened to Mr. Wright. I just know that when I came to, I was in Robbie’s arms, and everything around me seemed perfectly normal. <br><br>“Is your father okay?” I asked, and Robbie looked at me with confusion. <br><br>“My dad? My dad is fine. What did you mean by that?” <br><br>I was so confused that I thought that maybe I had dreamt up the entire thing. Maybe I had never met Robbie’s dad, maybe I had just imagined it all. But then I looked down at Robbie’s arms and saw blood all over them. Then I looked down at my hands and saw blood all over them as well, and I knew that it wasn’t a dream. <br><br>“Then why is there so much blood?” <br><br>He pulled out a small knife from his pocket, and I recognized it as the one I used earlier. <br><br>“Dad, mom, and I are vampires.” He said. “And when dad tried to turn you, you killed him.” <br><br>“Turn me? Vampires? What are you talking about?” <br><br>“When dad tried to turn you, you killed him with this knife because you’re a witch.”<br><br>“What are you talking about? How am I a witch?”<br><br>“You’re a witch.” He said again, and that was all he would say on the matter. <br><br>I’m starting to feel like a witch, though, because things are happening beyond my control. I feel a weird sensation within my stomach, a writhing and crawling that can’t be normal. There’s a strange chant echoing inside of my head, and whenever I close my eyes I see shadowy apparitions dancing around me, trying to get something in my ear. I think I’m going crazy. <br><br>I probably am. <br><br>After all, I’m a witch.