Jacob and I were preparing to go to a wedding reception,
which was pirate-themed. We were living in this cottage with my family and
getting ready, and he went ahead of me. Beckah, Melissa, Annalicia, baby
Kaitlynn and I were all sitting outside on a swingset in front of the cottage
when we noticed that someone was sitting on the porch and petting a wolf.
The person (I don’t remember who it was) petting the wolf
let it come over to us. Kaitlynn loved petting it and I let her for a little
while. But she was a little rough, and I didn’t want to wolf to get mad, so I
picked her up and wouldn’t let her any more. The wolf slowly transformed into a
man. He seemed friendly enough and we kept chatting, and it turned out he lived
in the attic of the cottage—renting the space. I put Kaitlynn down and let her
play and all of us continued chatting. I was still wary of the wolf-character…I
just couldn’t quite trust him.
Finally, he said, “Hey, let’s all go sit in the car and
talk.” And I knew right then that I couldn’t trust him…that what he was trying
to do was get us all in the car so he could kidnap us and take us away. I
immediately said, “No. We’re drawing the line there. Sorry.” Annalicia agreed
and went inside the house, but Beckah and Melissa turned to me and said,
“Relax. We’re just going to sit there.” I looked at both of them and said,
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you go and sit in a car with this man.” They both just
glared at me and started to follow him to the garage on the side of the house.
Melissa picked up Kaitlynn and started to take her, but I snatched her back.
I didn’t know what to do…at that point it was 2 o’clock in
the morning, even though it was still light out. I stood paralyzed for a moment
and then ran inside and woke Dad and Mary up. I said, “Sorry to wake you. But
we have an emergency. Melissa and Beckah are getting in the car with the wolf.”
Dad immediately got up and said, “No.” Mary added, “Curt, they’re gonna get
hurt!” Dad hurried into clothes and I felt scared out of my mind but glad that
Dad was going to help.
When Dad and I ran out to the garage, with Kaitlynn on my
hip, sure enough, they were backing out with the car, prepared to go somewhere.
Dad stopped them. Beckah was driving, the wolf guy was in the front seat, and
Melissa was in the back. Beckah was so angry at Dad for stopping them. “We’re
just going on a drive in the woods!” she said. “Would you relax?! We were going
to go pick up Jacob on our way home anyway!” She and Dad argued until Dad
finally said, “Okay. Fine. You can go. But I’m coming. And I’m driving.” Beckah
irritably moved to the backseat and Dad climbed into the driver’s seat. I gave
him a worried look, and after holding my gaze for a moment, Dad backed out.
The dream continued in a slightly different direction for a
while…Jacob came back and we went through the cottage, getting rid of old
furniture and talking about renovations we wanted to make. Then we realized
that Dad was back.
Beckah and Melissa were in the bathroom, covered in cuts and
bruises. Mary was there with them. She gave me a cryptic look when I went in,
and said, “They got in a car accident. The wolf man is dead.” Beckah looked
furious. “Are you okay?” I asked. I went to hug her, because I was so glad she
was back and safe, but she just turned to me and said, “It’s your fault he’s
dead. I will never forgive you.” And she turned back to the mirror.
I walked out in tears. As I was crying, I walked out to the
car. The whole front passenger side was smashed in, and Dad was sitting in the
driver’s seat, just staring into his lap.
“Dad?” I asked. “What happened?”
“They’ll never forgive me,” he replied, not looking up. I
walked around to the smashed passenger side and reached into the battered glove
box. I saw some papers and pulled them out. They had titles like “How To
Control A Car Crash” and “Controlled Damage on a Passenger Vehicle.”
“It’s our fault,” Dad said. “It’s our fault they’re dead.”
“Who’s dead?” I asked.
“Your sisters.”
“Your sisters.”
I stopped. “No,” I said. “They’re not dead. I just talked to
them. They’re in the house.” Dad just shook his head.
I ran back into the house and found Mary crying softly in
the bathroom. “Where are the girls?” I asked. “Oh, Lizzie,” she replied. And I
knew they were both dead. I started crying, and it was the crying you can’t
stop. When you feel so broken you don’t think you can actually go on with
life…that you will never stop hurting enough to live again. I went into the old
bedroom that Beckah and I used to share. Jacob was there, sorting through
things already. “Hey, what of this do you want to keep?” he asked. I just shook
my head, crying too hard to talk, and gently pushed him away, hugging all of
Beckah’s belongings to me. He walked out. I sat on the bed and tried to control
my tears. Finally, something occurred to me and I went back to the car.
Dad was still there, still sitting, this time with the
papers from the glove box in his hand. “Dad,” I asked through my tears. “I have
to know.”
He looked up at me.
“Did you do it?” He just looked down at the papers. “Did you
do it on purpose?”
He paused, then his voice broke as he said, “I had to. It
was the only way I could kill the wolf. Was to kill them too. And it’s better
that they’re dead than away somewhere with him.” He looked up at me. I paused
for a long time.
“I won’t ever tell,” I said. “It was an accident.”
Dad nodded. I walked back toward the house, knowing that I
would carry the weight of that secret my whole life. Knowing my father and I
had killed my sisters, trying to save their lives.
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