A Vampires Bride

Close To Freedom

Today was a good day or at least I thought it was Id just received my acceptance letter to the school of my dreams a few days ago It's October my favorite season and holiday month and not to mention I hadn't been home to the little brick house id lived at for the last 18 years with my alcoholic father for a few days so as I pulled up and looked at my home I just knew my good day was about to be ruined "Get in and get out quick" I repeated to myself.

Every time I pulled up here I had to fight with myself to get out of the car and go inside because as much as id like to say I hated my father for turning into the man he was today I really don't. He was a good dad once upon a time, but that facade ended the second my mom up and vanished with no word or warning when I was 7 years old after about 2 months of trying to play happy my father stopped holding back his pain and hatred and blamed me and how could I blame him I do look just like her even from the vague memory I have of her face we have the same sandy brown hair with thick curls same hazel eyes our noses were even shaped the same I was a spitting image of the women who gave him everything then left without even a note.

With a heavy sigh, I pulled my purse from behind the passenger seat of the car and got out "Get in and get out quick" I continued to repeat to myself mentally preparing for what I was in store for.I'd been gone for several days now and whenever I came home after taking a break from my father, He was always already in a drunk stupor prepared to tell me how much of a failure I am and how id never amount to anything little did he know I was only coming home to get my thing together, after being accepted into Penn state college I had no more time for this home or this life.  

As I walked up the familiar stone pathway to my home for the last time I turned and looked up and down the sidewalk for days now I had been having the same feeling as if someone was watching me it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up so I walked up the pathway a little faster. I made it to the redwood door and opened it and walked inside, the living room was on my right my dad usually waits in his old lazy boy for me to get home so he can tell me how I was the reason his life turned out this way how me being born turned him into a drunk still confuses me to this day but today his chair was empty the Tv was off and as I took notice to my dads shift in his routine I realized just how quiet the house was "weird", I whispered .....

As I walked deeper into the house I began to feel a tight knot form in my gut like something bad was about to happen. I walked up the stairs and noticed the photo of my father at his college graduation was crooked I straightened it and contemplated turning around and fleeing but I had to make sure my father was okay. My worries didn't go unanswered for too long as I rounded the corner of the hallway to my father's room I found him laying across his bed throat torn open deathly pale, his face was stuck in a pained grimace as I took all of this in I fought off a scream I had no way of knowing if the killer was still in the house.

As I began backing up into the hallway I couldn't help but drop a few tears for the father I once knew a tall always smiling man with warm brown eyes and skin like roasted almonds, I snapped out of my train of thought quick as I attempted to creep back down the stairs as quick and quiet as possible I just needed to get back to my car and call the police but as I made it to the top of the stairwell the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt a breath of air hit my neck I forgot my plan to move quick and quiet and darted down the stairs and straight of the door to my car.