Terry Wayne and I had already gone to bed for the night and were watching television. Benjamin was away at college, and Elizabeth was out for the evening. It had been a good day, our thoughts of David and all of his problems far removed from our minds. We had worked in the yard, come inside for a delicious dinner, taken our showers, and settled in for the evening.

 

But then came the call. It was David on the other end of the line, weeping uncontrollably. My concerns began to rise as I asked him over and over again what was wrong and he wouldn’t answer me. He said, “I think she’s dead. I think I killed her!”

 

Even though we had experienced many horrific situations with him over th last few years, this one was absolutely terrifying. My thoughts were already rushing to that place where we have to call the police to tell them that our son had just admitted to killing someone. It was gut wrenching. I began to scream at him saying, “What’s wrong David? Tell me what has happened!”

 

As Terry listened to my end of the conversation with David, he became alarmed and began asking me repeatedly what was wrong - who had been hurt? Finally, I was able to get from David that he and his friend had been using drugs and they'd gotten into an argument. She began to hit him and shove him, but when he shoved back, she fell to the floor lifeless, so he assumed she’d hit her head on the bed.

 

As I was trying to calm him down and tell him to call an ambulance, I heard him say, “She’s moving, oh my God, she’s moving!”  I could hear words being exchanged between the two of them, and he quickly came to realize that she had been faking the entire episode. As bad off as David was, I think something clicked in his head that night because, shortly after that incident, he packed up his truck and headed back to Dallas

 

David later told us that, over and over again, this girl had tried to manipulate him into serious illegal activity, but when she tried to coerce him into robbing an elderly couple, even in the state of mind he was in, he knew without a doubt he had to get out of the relationship. The control she’d had over him was so great that he actually began to suspect she was a witch­­－a witch with very real powers.

 

But there was a greater power at work.

 

Excerpted from Weeping may Last for a Night… by Kimberly Youngblood

Copyright © 2016 by Kimberly Youngblood

 

 

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