I didn't sleep all night. In the morning, my father got dressed and said to me, "I'm going to town today to buy some wedding things. You stay home and behave yourself."
I didn't respond and waited for my father to leave.
I immediately got up, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets. I still didn't give up. I must find some evidence at home to prove that my father was a murderer and make sure Sandra couldn't get married.
I searched for a long time and finally found a red note under my father's mattress. It had Sandra's name and her birth date.
What's even weirder was that there was a date of March 4th on the back of the note, the third day after my father and Sandra married.
Could this be some kind of curse? Would Sandra die on March 4th?
I quickly searched again and actually found the birthdate of my ninety-ninth stepmother, Mackenzie Broom, from last year.
It made me even more certain that my father was absolutely a serial killer.
I hurriedly took the slips of paper and went to find Sandra.
When I got to her house, she wasn't there.
The neighbor told me Sandra had gone to the market.
When I arrived at the vegetable market, I saw Sandra carrying a basket and chatting with a butcher.
"Sandra, what are you planning to buy?" the butcher asked with a smile.
Sandra pointed at the meat on the cutting board and chirped, "I want to buy some of those to make a soup for my husband on our wedding day."
The butcher cut off a piece of meat and offered a blessing, "Then I wish you a son soon!"
But I cut in between them, grabbed Sandra and tried to pull her away.
Sandra struggled to break free, her face contorting with anger again. "Dominic, I'm going to be your stepmom! If you dare harass me again, I'll give you a good beating!"
I tried my best to stay calm, took the red slip of paper from my pocket and handed it to Sandra.
Sandra looked at the paper and asked what it was.
I said, "Isn't this your birthdate? And there's a date here for the third day after your wedding."
Sandra frowned slightly. "So what?"
I pointed at the paper in her hand, my face serious. "I suspect my dad knows some kind of black magic. He's going to kill you on the third day after you get married!"
Sandra scoffed and cursed, "You're a lunatic."
I was about to grab her when she started shouting in the market, yelling that I was a pervert and that I was molesting her in broad daylight.
The people in the market didn't understand what was happening and pinned me to the ground, then dragged me straight to the police station.
When we got to the police station, Mark, the officer, asked me what was going on.
I told him my father was a serial killer who had murdered ninety-nine wives and was now planning to kill his hundredth.
Mark was shocked and asked if I had any evidence.
I handed him the slip of paper with Mackenzie's birthdate on it and told them that was the evidence.
The officers exchanged glances, thinking I was being unreasonable.
They asked Sandra what her relationship was with me and Sandra told them truthfully that she would be my stepmother.
As for yelling about being molested in the market, it was just a temporary measure.
Because I kept trying to persuade her not to marry my father, saying he was a murderer and she thought I had paranoid delusions.
After hearing this, the officers said they understood and asked Sandra to call my father and have him come to the police station to pick me up.
My father arrived in a hurry after receiving the call. After hearing Mark's description of the situation, he took off his belt and started whipping me furiously.
