I dreamt about his red eyes every night. They chased me in my sleep and sometimes when I was awake.
I admit that I had been avoiding a lot of people—including the two that I was closest to. Wynona advised me to seek them out when I needed help but for now, I couldn’t face them.
It was like facing my past and everything that represented it.
Anger was an understatement. My father made them promise something without giving me a choice. His decision came from a place of love and protection but all I inside felt was a storm.
Vicky had tried to reach out to me several times but I ignored her calls. She did save my life from her lunatic boyfriend who, not only tried to kill me, but also tried to convince me it was a good idea.
Like I said, I dreamt about his eyes red every night.
However, there was one face that I could not summon in my dreams. Perhaps if I did, I would not forgive myself for the disappointment I had caused him despite his willingness to sacrifice his oath in order to protect me.