Lamb to the Slaughter 2

Chapter 3

I read through the whole diary in 10 hours, taking breaks for snacks, and wrote up main sections to keep. It turns out the mystery man was my father.

7th october 1961

‘Me and Patrick have been a couple for eight months now. I can’t believe it has gone so quickly. He's taking me somewhere today, a romantic trip he says. It's going to be so good. My friends keep telling me he’s going to prepose……’

10th October 1961

He took me to a beautiful Italian restaurant tonight. The decor was amazing; there were crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, there were spotlights shinning down on each table. There were only a few people sitting but once we sat down I saw my mum and dad walk in; next was my brother and two sisters; to follow them were my aunties, uncles, cousins and more. I was speechless. once my family and his sat down and ordered he whispered to me,

‘Surprise.’

‘How… but… How?!’

‘I called them all before we went away. It was all planned.’

And with that he nodded his head to the waiter by the door and a giant cake was brought out. I gasped. It was beautiful. The icing was a baby blue colour and  it had icing lilies and daisies floating across it - my favourite flowers.

There were tables of champagne and glasses. He stood up and poured me and himself a glass each and made a toast,

‘Here’s to forever.’

by this time, his dad had walked over to where we were, took his glass and stood back. i looked around to see my family grinning at me and i couldn’t help but laugh. i looked backed over to Patrick.

‘Emily, as soon as I saw you i knew you were the one for me. You're beautiful, funny, caring and the most loving person I have ever met.’

‘I love you so much I can’t express myself.’

‘I love you too. I have dreamt about this day since I met you and we shared our first kiss. Emily Jane Smith, will you marry me?’

‘YES, OF COURSE!’ I cried.

13st March 1971

‘Patrick has once again come home drunk. How can a marriage go down hill like this? I don’t even know if I love him anymore.?’

15th March 1971

‘I confronted Patrick about the late nights and drinking. Everything's nearly fine. He’s cut own on his drinking and is coming home earlier everyday.’

3rd November 1971

‘i’m pregnant…’