The Sadistic Father

Chapter 7

I look down at his cold dead body and know that I am never going to be the same again. The only man that I have ever loved is dead. This is too much to take. This couldn't be happening. All I could think of was his warm strong arms holding me and now I would give anything to get back to that place.

5 hours earlier

Me: What am I supposed to wear? It is graduation day today and I have absolutely nothing to wear!

Me: Sorry you probably don’t care about this.

Jacob: No keep rambling. It’s cute, I like it.

Looking in my closet I keep searching for something to wear. Today is graduation! Damn I am so excited to graduate and get the hell out of this town with Jacob. Today Jacob and I will finally leave and start the rest of our lives together. Nothing will ruin my day. I had no luck looking for something decent to wear since I have no dresses so I went up to the attic to look in some old boxes for something to wear.

I pulled down the stairs that lead up to the attic and made my way up the creaky, old stairs. I started to cough with all the dust in that room. I haven’t been here in years. I doubt anybody has except for rodents that crawled through the open window and died up here. The stench was horrible.

I walk across the room towards a pile of old boxes. I took the one at the top and ripped open the tape. I see some really old things that used to belong to my mother such as a hairbrush, a mirror, some old pictures, a beret, 2 pairs of heels and some dresses. Although one dress caught my eye, a teal, low cut, silky dress. This dress is breath taking, it is so beautiful. I took the teal dress and the old pictures than I closed the box again and put the box where I found it.

I then made my way back to my room to try on the dress. When I put it on the dress, I looked at myself in the mirror. “It fits” I whisper to myself smiling. I put on a pair of black heels and head to the washroom to straighten my hair. I put on some black mascara and light pink lipstick.

When I finished getting ready I sat on my bed and looked at the old pictures. There were five in total. The first one was of my mom when she was pregnant of me, she was sitting on a rock posing with a pair of boot cut jeans, a blue tank top and brown sandals, her hair was loose and wild because of the wind. She was so beautiful. The second picture was also of my mother when she was about two years old, she had very short hair and had a floral dress with pretty white shoes, and she looks so adorable. The third picture was of my father and he was a baby picture of my dad on his first birthday, he looks nothing like he does now. How can someone like that turn into such a monster? Maybe it was my fault... That is what he told me my entire life. The fourth picture was of my mother and father on their wedding day. They were holding hands at the altar and kissing. They looked so happy. The fifth and final picture was of my mom when she was about my age wearing the teal dress I had on. She was hugging my father. There was a corsage on her wrist; it must have been their school dance.

I get up and walk to my bedroom closet and look at myself in the mirror on the door. I stare down at the picture of my mom in her teal dress and look back in the mirror. I look exactly like her.

I walk back towards my bed and look under it for a dark blue suitcase. I had already packed the night before but now I have to add some other things that I want to keep when I leave. I slip all the picture of my mother inside the small pocket of the suitcase, leaving out the picture of my father that I put in a drawer.

I heard a ding and checked my phone which was still on my bed. The text was from Jacob.

Jacob: Do you have everything ready for tonight?

Me: Yes. Do you?

Jacob: Yes.

Jacob: After grad go home and get your things and meet me at my house. My parents are going out of town so they won’t know I’m gone until Monday, which gives us enough time to get to Indiana.

Me: Why Indiana?

Jacob: They will never think to look there. They think I hate it there.

Me: I will meet you there.

I put my suitcase back under my bed. Before I leave I get my mini purse slip my phone inside. As I walk downstairs I see my dad sleeping on the couch. I look out the front window and see that his car is outside in the driveway. I look around the kitchen for his car keys but can’t seem to find it. I approach him to check on the sofa. I then see that the keys are in his front pocket. Shit! I slowly and quietly reach for the keys in his front pocket. I grab it and try to slowly take it but he moves and starts talking. I pull back my heart beating fast. I watch his apprehensively, but he is still asleep. I heard something fall so I quickly grab the keys again and walk fast to the car. I was too scared to look back.