Narrative Essay On My Worst Nightmare

Drip, drop, drip. That was the sound of his blood falling to the floor as his ear-splitting screams moved throughout the house. I watched as his bright blue eyes widened, glaring into mine with horror. His whole body began to tremble with fear as I, his nineteen year old daughter, smiled sinfully. “That’s what you get,” I whispered softly into his hear as if nothing had happened. This could have all been avoided, if my father wasn’t so stupid and careless. It was six months ago, the first time that I walked in on my worst nightmare. I got home from being out all night with some friends to find my father in bed with another woman, whom was clearly not my mother. I didn’t know what to do. Was I supposed to tell my mother or confront my father, this would crush my mom.

She shakes me trying to wake me. “Kate, Kate!” she was frantically yelling. I sat up in my bed trying my best to look groggy. “Where’s your father?” she asked me. Her eyes were filled with tears and worry, almost like she knew he was gone. “He left earlier,” I lied. “I don’t know why, or where to but I guess he got upset over something and just left the house with no explanation.” I hated lying to my mom like this but I had to do it. My mom let out a sigh, “his car is still in the driveway.” Quickly I responded “uh yeah he walked.” She left the room and sighed with relief. I decided that it would be best to keep this whole thing a secret. I would never tell a soul, not mom, not even my best friend or I would go to jail. I couldn’t be put in jail I have my whole life ahead of me to live, and I knew that this had to be done. I couldn’t let my mom go through life suffering through the pain when she would find out that the love of her life had dishonored her trust. Although I’m sure when she finds out her husband has disappeared that might be bad too. But to me, I would rather have my husband disappear than cheat on