Dear Diary, I'm A Werewolf

Blame

I try my hardest to escape his hold, but to no avail. My screams go unanswered and soon subside with the pressure he applies to my throat. The last thing I feel before blacking out are his fingers inside of me.

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Waking up, I groan and lean over to my nightstand to check my phone for the time. It's two in the morning and I feel...confused. I don't even remember going to bed or taking a shower. My hair is still damp and I close my eyes to try and remember anything after Brandon and Cameron left my house. As hard as I try, I can't recall the evening. Ugh.

Pulling out my diary, I begin to write my thoughts.

Dear Diary,

I don't know what exactly, but something is going on with me. First, it was the voice inside my head, which I still hear from time to time. Now, I am having trouble with my memory. My gut is telling me something bad happened and I am simply repressing whatever it is. I also think something shady is going on with Mr. Fitzgerald and the Vander brothers. The three of them know each other, yet, they won't tell me how. My birthday seems like a big deal to them, and that confuses me even more. They barely know me, so why do they care? I have to admit though, it is nice to finally have friends again. I mean, I don't know if I would consider my teacher a friend, but he's... something.

I really should be getting back to sleep as I have to wake up in a couple of hours for school.

XOXO

Closing my diary, I attempt to fall back to sleep. I'm not sure how much time passed by before I finally welcomed dreamland. However, it's quickly interrupted when I hear my mom screaming.

My heart begins pounding with fear as I hurry out of my bedroom and downstairs. If Richard is hurting my mom, I will f*****g kill him.

Letting out a loud gasp, my mom turns from Richard's torn-apart body and looks at me with pure rage.

"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT! CALL 9-1-1!!!"

I slowly approach my drunken mother and place a hand on her shoulder. Slapping my hand off of her, I feel a bit hurt from her action.

"Mom." I softly say through unshed tears.

"HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!?" She shouts at me.

"HENRY! CLAUDETTE!" She screams for our maid and butler, but they are not here.

"Richard fired them, Mom," I inform her.

She stares at me in disbelief and starts to laugh obnoxiously.

"Mom?" She's clearly not in the right state of mind and is dealing with grief while drunk. Not a very good combination.

Finally standing to her feet, she marches right up to me and slaps me across the face. "YOU f*****g b***h!"

"MOM!" I cry out in pain. Not just physically, but emotionally. I can't believe my own mother laid a hand on me like that.

"You think you're so smart, don't you?" She begins to walk around the living room as if looking for something.

"You never liked Richard, so you killed him! YOU sent Henry and Claudette home before I dropped Richard off, didn't you? Thinking if nobody was here as a witness, you could get away with anything. Tell me. Where did you hide the weapon?"

She starts throwing the couch cushions onto the floor and opening every end table drawer.

First, she slaps me, and now she's accusing me of murder? Who is this woman? She's definitely not the same mother I grew up with.

"You're right, Mom. I didn't like Richard, and rightfully so. Regardless, I would NEVER kill him. If you don't believe me, why don't we go check the surveillance cameras?"

Without a response, she rushes to the home office and I follow behind her. I have to admit, I am also curious as to how and who murdered Richard. I wouldn't doubt that he had made plenty of enemies in his lifetime.

As I follow my mom, I call 9-1-1 so they can retrieve the corpse and begin an investigation.

I can't help wondering how someone got into the house and killed him without me hearing. Maybe I did see them and they drugged me or something to erase my memory.

Mom is rewinding the camera back to the time when she dropped Richard off at the house. We see him barge in and yell at Cameron and Brandon for being over. I hold back my smirk when we watch him fire Henry. At least she knows I wasn't lying about that.

The video proceeds to show him telling Claudette to go home for the night. By that time, I was already in my room. Honestly, I can't remember what happened after I entered my door. Mom and I watch as Richard heads up the stairs and enters my room with the master key. My heart begins to beat erratically as I watch him enter my room.

Mom looks pissed as she asks me, "What the hell was he doing in your room?" I open and close my mouth, unsure how to reply.

"I- I don't know. Truly, I can't remember anything that happened after he kicked my friends out of the house." I knew she wouldn't believe me, but I am telling her the truth.

We continue watching the video until it goes black.

"What the hell?" Mom shouts in anger as she hits the screen rapidly. The timeframe skips to the moment when Mom returns home and we both know what happened then.

"You deleted the footage, didn't you? Stupid, stupid girl. Technology is advanced and the police will uncover what you did."

Speaking of which, sirens can be heard and a loud knocking is heard on the front door.

Without speaking to each other, we both head to the entrance and let the police and ambulance personnel enter.

"Can you tell us what occurred here tonight?" One cop asks my mom.

Pointing a finger at me, she tells the cop that I killed her husband.