Don’t Trust Her

Jeff had been dating Sophie for almost two months and decided it was time to introduce her to his mother. Jeff and his mother had always been quite close since she was the only family he had. His mother had done everything she could to give him anything he ever wanted, and he would always be grateful for that.

The problem wasn’t his mother but rather Sophie. She wasn’t like the other women he had dated. She was quiet, shy, and smart, but there was also something mysterious about her. She never talked much about herself, and it seemed like she always had one foot out the door. He had never met any of her friends or family members. He didn’t even know what she did for a living besides the fact that she was a writer but when he asked if he could read any of her work she told him she hadn’t published anything yet. Jeff assumed she was like this because of her social anxiety and didn’t push her too much. She would open up when she was ready.

He hoped that introducing Sophie to his mum would show her that he was serious about her and their relationship. He also hoped that his mum could connect with Sophie and that would help her feel more comfortable. She always had a way with his girlfriends- they would meet once and by the end of the meal, they would be best friends.

“Jeff, you’re going to overcook the asparagus Turn the stove off,” Sophie scolded him, smiling.

“Yes, dear,” he replied, rolling his eyes.

Just then the doorbell rang and he went to open the door after turning off the stove.

“Mum, I’m so glad you’re here. This is Sophie and Sophie, this is my mum, Karen,” Jeff said, beaming.

“Hi! I brought wine!” Karen said, holding up a bottle of wine.

They began eating and chatting but, Sophie was still quiet and guarded. Karen tried to ask Sophie about her life, work, and interests but, she only got short, mostly one-word replies. The conversation soon died down since there was only so much Jeff and Karen could ask Sophie and, everyone stared down at their plate silently. As the tension grew between the three, Jeff’s anger began to rise too.

He had planned a lovely evening for the three of them, and the least Sophie could do was chat with them. Maybe he had been wrong about her, maybe this had been a bad idea and, she wasn’t the one for him. He really wanted her to be the one after years of heartbreak. Every serious girlfriend he had would feel like “the one” but eventually, they would ghost him and, he was tired of getting ditched.

As Jeff and Sophie went into the kitchen to grab the pie for dessert, Jeff grabbed Sophie’s hand, forcing her to turn around.

“What are you doing? Why are you acting like this? I thought we had something here.”

“What? What are you talking about, Jeff?” asked Sophie.

“You know what! You’ve been acting aloof all night!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes! Honestly, if you don’t want to be here, leave!” said Jeff, pointing towards their door.

“You know what? I will!” shouted Sophie, angrily storming out.

“Is everything okay?” asked Karen, worried about the sudden outburst.

“I just argued with Sophie, she was being really rude,” Jeff explained, looking defeated.

“Well… maybe she just didn’t feel as strongly for you as you did for her,” said Karen, trying to console Jeff.

“No… I know what we have is real… I’m sorry mum… I need to go after her,” said Jeff, grabbing his car keys.

“You do what you have to, sweetie. I’ll be here… I’ll always be here for you,” smiled Karen.

Jeff hugged his mum and rushed out of the door. Sophie was probably on her way back to her apartment and he needed to talk to her as soon as possible. He thought about calling but didn’t want to distract her while she was driving.

As Karen sat on the sofa pouring herself another glass of wine she heard a knock on the door. She opened it thinking it might be Jeff. To her surprise, Sophie was standing at the door with tear-stained makeup.

“I’m so sorry for my behaviour… I was just so nervous…” she started.

“Why don’t you come in so we can talk,” Karen said.

“Thanks”

They sat on the couch and a few seconds passed before Sophie built up enough courage to start talking again.

“I just… I really like your son but I have some personal issues… I’ve been hurt a lot in the past by my partners and I was scared to open myself up again.”

“I understand, Sophie. Relationships can be… complicated.”

“But I want to try to be better. I love Jeff… I know it’s fast but I love him with all my heart and you seem lovely. I hope you can give me another chance.”

“No. I can’t. Actually… I won’t

“What?” Sophie gasped, surprised by Karen’s new expression.

“I don’t like you, Sophie. You’re not good enough for my son. NO ONE is good enough for MY son,” Karen said, menacingly.

“I’m going to get rid of you the same way I got rid of the others. He’s MINE. He’s MY baby,” continued Karen.

“What are you talking about? I’m leaving!” said Sophie, standing up and heading to the front door.

“No, you are not,” whispered Karen, grabbing the lampshade beside the couch. She slammed the lampshade into the back of Sophie’s head as hard as she could and watched as Sophie’s limp body fell to the ground, blood oozing onto the floor. Karen briskly walked to the door to make sure it was locked and then grabbed Sophie’s phone which was vibrating. It was a message from Jeff.

Where are you, Soph? I’m at your apartment and I really want to talk. I’m so sorry about what happened between us but I love you and I want to make up.

It’s over, Jeff. I’m done. I don’t love you and I just wanted something casual. This turned into something I don’t want right now. Goodbye, Jeff.

The phone buzzed again as Jeff tried to call her but Karen put it into her pocket and began dragging the body. After all, she had quite a mess to clean up before Jeff got back. Thankfully, she was used to it so this wouldn’t take too long.


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65 thoughts on “Don’t Trust Her

  1. Whaaat?! 😧 Seriosuly?? She does it all so casually? That just took possessive to a whole different level. So so eerie. Loved the twist.
    Is there a part 2? If there is, I’ll be so addicted to this series.
    Anyway, what was I expecting of a “Karen”? 😉

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  2. I feel for her. Being asked by his mother her job and basically her social standing in a materialistic world is not important. It’s like a checklist of assets that you need to have. Maybe if she was asked if she was happy it would’ve been different?!!? Also, maybe if Jeff cared about her and knew that she has a nervous disposition, he would be so kind to ask if she felt comfortable meeting his mother. After all, if you are in it for the long haul, no need to cram a lifetime in to a fortnight. But, I just want to say, what a beautiful and brilliant piece of literature that is not only thought provoking but true to life and definitely something that you should build on and get a few short stories out there 👌🙌 Well done!

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    1. Yeah I’m so glad you picked up on that because as someone with social anxiety I find it hard to be in relationships when someone tries to force me to socialise and be someone I’m not. I wanted to show how uncomfortable that situation can be. Thanks so much, I’m so glad you enjoyed it 😊

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