My name is Josephine Demar. I hadn't known my entire heritage until the day I met Dean Tracey.
He was sweet on me for some time, but I didn't know that when he came into my backyard one night. I was going to take a midnight swim in our built in pool, to practice for my next swim meet, when I heard someone stumble through the bushes that were at the end of our property. I screamed, yes, but then I saw that he had a bottle of whiskey in his hands. He must have been stumbling through my neighbors' yard, and saw the lights of the pools in mine.
I didn't scare him off or tell him to go away, mostly because I wanted to help the poor fellow out, maybe help him get home. "Dean?"
That was when he first saw me. "Why hello," he slurred, walking towards me now. I stepped backwards a few, but for a drunken man, he was next to me in seconds and that was when I realized my mistake. He was an aggressive drunk, and he had grabbed me by the arm, his breath smelling of alcohol.
"Let me go!" I screamed, but of course he didn't. Instead he pulled me towards him, and I started pounding on his chest, but it seemed to have no effect on him. He was rather big, more muscle than an average man. "Let go of me!"
"No. Sweetheart, I'm so lonely." He said, and I heard him over my own screams, his words making me nauseous. I knew what was going to happen to me, so I fought. When Dean went to take a swig of whiskey, he had let his grip loosen, and that was when I took my chance. I shoved him as hard as I could, and he lost his balance and fell. The next thing I knew, I heard him hit his head, and then a large splash as Dean fell into my pool.
I just stared at Dean floating face down in the water. The whiskey that fell in with him was turning the water a different color. But Dean wasn't moving, not even trying to get out of the pool.
All of a minute went by since he had grabbed me, and now somebody else did. I reacted, not wanting the same thing to happen, when he said my name. "Daddy," I breathed, then wrapped my arms around his waist. He didn't say a word, just hugged me tight, looking down at Dean's body.
When he brought me inside and wrapped a blanket around me, he kept saying he was sorry, but that was what I should have been saying. I had just killed someone. My father looked at me with deep regret in his eyes. "I'm so sorry Josie. I never told you because I wanted to keep you safe, but now I think that if I had told you, we could have avoided this better."
"Dad, what are you talking about?" I asked, really confused. He wasn't even worried about the dead person in the backyard.
"I'm sorry, but you just broke the curse."
That was when I learned my entire heritage; that I was a werewolf. I had just broken the curse, and I would turn on the full moon, and each full moon for the rest of my life.