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The food arrived - Emily's popcorn shrimp, Margaret's lobster, and Dan's snow crab. They all began eating. "So, Dan, where is Emily's mother?" Margaret asked.
"Sadly, she died when Emily was just a baby - Emily barely got to know her. She died of breast cancer, it was horrible. Her name was Carla, I have a few pictures back at the house if you want to see 'em?"
"Uh, sorry that happened. I wouldn't mind seeing pictures, I can just see Emily growing up without a mother, like me. I didn't have a mother or a father, they put me up for adoption. Actually - more like just rang some stranger's doorbell and ran off, leaving me on the front porch. I don't care to meet them, when I was a kid I stayed at so many houses; I've never really had a mom or dad. When I was sixteen I ran off and stayed at my friend's house while I worked part time. Afterward, I went to college.. God, I hated college. So much work - I got a Ph.D in the science field. Then I worked as a teacher for a while until I quit. Now I'm a doctor part-time."
"Really? That's sad that you had to put up with that; I've never wanted to be a teacher. I'm a director - though I think you already knew that," he said with a smile on his face.
For a while it was silent, they were eating and Margaret was people watching, she had her eye on a couple that just walked in. It was an older man, he had a nice tuxedo on with a woman at his side, and she was young. The woman had a mini skirt on and a very small top; Margaret was making sure nobody noticed her. She was always paranoid.
"Mmm," Dan commented as he ate lobster.
Margaret chuckled a bit. Everyone was eating now, they waited for the waitress..
"Is everyone done eating? Dessert time?" The waitress asked.
"No - no dessert." Margaret answered quickly - she wanted to get out, and now. Her paranoia was becoming overwhelming and she couldn't stand it one more bit.
Emily looked at her, a bit disappointed. "But dad!" She objected.
"No, Emily, she's right. It's getting a bit late..." He answered, looking at his watch on his wrist, "It's 9 o' clock."
Emily looked at Margaret's half-empty plate. Emily wondered why she wanted no dessert and barely ate. She was tempted to ask Margaret why she didn't eat much but was a bit afraid from the incident in the bathroom and didn't like Margaret in general.
They left after paying for their meal, Dan opened up the door for Margaret and Emily. "Thank you," Margaret said. "Just act natural..." Margaret thought to herself.
Dan started his quiet Hybrid and drove off, headed towards his house. The car was all leather interior, it was nice and quiet. Margaret wondered how much it had cost him to buy it. She had a peculiar expression on her face - her smile was a tad bit off.
"Dad! Look at the dog!" Emily pointed at a little puppy Rottweiler in front of a white-paneled house. Her face was pressed against the window; Emily loved dogs.
"Shut up..." Margaret was thinking to herself, she almost said it. Children often annoyed Margaret. She had always had a short temper. Especially that one, particular night.
*
Margaret just got finished putting her children to bed when Michael busted into the house - a bit drunk. She ran to the front door, "Michael?" She asked as she smelt his breathe. He had been drinking, she smelt the booze on his breathe.
Michael leaned in and gave her a big, wet, sloppy smooch. She pushed him off of her into the kitchen counter but he kept leaning in. "Michael! Get off of me, the children are trying to sleep," she hissed.
"Hon, j-just relax." He said, unaware of what he was doing.
She tried to push him off but he just wouldn't get off of her, finally she smacked him across his mouth. "Get off of me now!" She yelled. He backed off and hit her in the cheek. Margaret gasped, surprised. Michael had never hit her before.
"I-I said r-relax!" He roared, pushing her back. Margaret was sick of him, never being home to take car of her or the children, always coming home late at night never wanting to talk about his day and just never in a good mood. Her children were sick of it and they began to dislike him. She had to put an end to her misery.
Margaret glanced at the knife drawer just a few feet away from her. She ran to the drawer and pulled out a butcher knife. "What the hell?" Michael asked.
"I'm sick of you, Michael." She said as she plunged the knife into his chest repeatedly - Michael didn't have enough time to even scream. She opened up the old, wooden door leading to the basement and dragged his dead body down the ancient basement steps. Once she got him in the basement she tried to catch her breath - it was a lot of work for her.
Margaret walked back up the stairs and got a few paper towels and cleaned up the puddle of blood on the floor; she was wondering what she had just done. Now, she had to make something up to their children, tell them they got a divorce and never speak of it again.
A huge weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She threw the red paper towels in the trashcan. Margaret walked back down the creaking steps leading to the basement. She looked at the deep puncture wounds in her husbands chest. Margaret managed to get Michael's body on the bed that they long ago abandoned down there. She kept it down there along with a TV and a couch - hoping to revamp it into a den area but that wasn't going to happen now.
She searched through the storage closet in the basement. It was cramped with old clothing, cell phone chargers, anything you could think of. Margaret found some rope and tied Michael's legs and arms to the bed. Sitting down next to the bed, Margaret began to cry.
"What kind of monster have I turned into?! I can't even recognize myself anymore..." She let a long sigh escape from her mouth. "I better not wake the children."
Margaret locked the basement door on her way out and promised herself not to ever speak of this. It must remain a secret.
*
"Margaret?" Dan asked while shaking her body, he was outside of the car trying to wake her up. Emily was behind her, a bit worried.
"Huh? Oh, sorry..." She said, totally oblivious that she had fallen asleep.
Dan put out his hand and Margaret just helped herself out of the car. "I - uh, better be getting home."
"You could crash here if you want, you seem a bit sleepy," Dan said with a welcoming smile.
"No, I'm alright." Margaret answered and waved goodbye to Emily and Dan on her way to her car. She drove off in a hurry to get home. "Finally on my way home." She said.
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