Let me say from the beginning that I once loved Jeff with all my heart and trusted him completely. But, two weeks ago something odd happened. Now, I doubt and question his behavior.
This is what happened two weeks ago. I’ll let you be the judge.
We were at a party at my friend Clara’s house and it was getting dark outside. I had a couple of drinks and Jeff had about three. Music was being played on the patio and several couples were dancing.
Jeff and I were sitting and talking with others around a large patio table, when we heard someone scream from the house next to Clara’s. It sounded like a woman and of course, we were all afraid and didn’t know what to do.
That is, until Jeff chirped up and said, “Hey, we need to call 9-11! Someone is in trouble.”
So, Jeff pulled out his cell phone and dialed for help.
Well, in about five minutes the emergency van pulled up to Clara’s house, rushed in and found Clara—dead on the floor, with a knife wound plunged deep into her chest.
Of course when we all found out, we were shocked and dismayed because Clara was a very nice woman, married to a great guy and we could think of no one who would want to cause her harm.
Weeks went by and her killer was not found. Of course, those of us who knew and lived near her, were anxious and fearful. We all were nervous, wondering if one of us would be next and why this awful crime was committed.
Women in the neighborhood were being very careful when going out, especially at night. I, too, was cautious but not paranoid.
That is until I suspected that Jeff was obsessing about the murder. It was last week when I began to feel uneasy around him. We had been dating for about six months and as I mentioned before, getting along just fine. But, that evening on the way back home from a movie he said something that jolted me to the quick!
He said, “Liz, what do you think about old Clara, being dead as a doorknob and all? I’ll bet she deserved it. She was running around on her husband, Chip, ya know?”
At first I was just too stunned to answer and so I sat there in the car, wanting desperately to be back inside my home, safe and sound.
Then he said, “Liz, I know you’d never two-time me, would you?”
Stunned, I paused for a few seconds to collect myself and then replied, “Why Jeff, I’m surprised you’d say such a thing. Of course, I wouldn’t! But, we’re not even married yet. We’re both still single and free to date whoever we please.”
He didn’t reply and was sullen all the way home. There was no kiss at the door and I’ve never seen a scowl on a man’s face look so ominous!
I went inside without saying anything and immediately locked the door. From my living room window I saw him walk slowly back to his car, and then get in. He must have sat there looking toward my home for a good ten minutes and then just as quickly, revved up his car and took off in a blaze of glory.
I had a bite to eat before going to bed and must have checked and rechecked the windows and doors seven or eight times. I knew in my heart that something was out of whack with him and vowed never to talk or date him, again.
I went to bed around eleven and turned out all the lights. I lay in bed, thinking of what he said and how he acted.
Just as I was about to drop off, I heard a knocking at the back door. Cautiously, I walked down the stairs, carrying a very large umbrella.
I walked through the kitchen to the back door, pulled back a corner of the curtains and saw that it was Jeff. When he saw me, he backed away, as if playing a game.
I said nothing and just stood there, hoping he would go away. After awhile I heard him leave. I gave a sigh of relief.
I went back to bed and just as I was about to drop off I heard my bedroom door creak open. It was Jeff and I could tell by his face that I was in big trouble!
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