✓The promise.

July 21, 2013.

"No!"

I wake up from the frightened nightmare, I get up and see my room confused for a long time that I haven't seen it, I feel a noise at the bottom.

I walk barefoot towards the noise that is on the ground floor of the house, the smell of coffee with milk fills my nostrils so much that it reminds me of the moments when Carlos made me my breakfast.

I run into the kitchen with my face flushed, desperate to know who is doing that, I stumble but quickly get up without wasting a minute.

"Oh my God, it's you!" I stifled a piercing scream.

My heart wants to leave my chest, so much that it hurts a lot. He smiles at me, with that love that characterizes him so much.

"Who am I then?" I ran in search of him.

I cried like a little girl, as if every bit of my heart was being returned in its place. He strokes my hair gently, such was the delicacy that I burst into sobbing more and more.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be a bad daughter." I hug him so hard that he makes a sound that makes me want to laugh for the first time.

I felt weird, I hadn't had a smile for a long time.

"You were never a bad daughter, I love you so much My Lette, lette." I hug him so much that I don't even want to clear up for any reason.

"You won't go, right? You're always going to be with me, right?" I ask desperately.

"No Lette, I would never leave you. You are my eternal sun, you were the one who gave life to my life." He hugs me tightly, and I start to cry again.

You were?

That's when I feel like hours have passed since I woke up from that nightmare, I realize that this is not real.

I cry, my heart, which barely assimilated the situation, falls again, that's when I separate myself and look at him carefully.

Automatically I want to end the whole world, I want to do so many things but I feel so human that I disgust. I want to burst the world, tear it to pieces and burn it on fire, I just want to hurt. I only think of hurting.

"No, Lette, you're not like that." I look at him with pain.

"They took away what I wanted the most, you think it's easy not to have you." I say reproachfully.

"I know, because they also took away what I loved the most." My tears come out, it's as if they will never stop.

"I hate her so much, I don't feel anything father anymore. I'm dead and I really want to be."

"Colette Victoria Weston!" He yells loudly, but for having discovered it, I would believe it to be real. "Never say that, I am your father, I demand respect."

I keep quiet, even if it was something a product of my subconscious, it is inevitable not to lower my head, whatever he is, he is my father and I have respect for him, but my tears do not stop falling, the pain does not cease to exist and it is something that burns me inside.

"Daughter understand, I want you to be happy. I want you to fulfill your great desire to be the best surgeon ever, I need you to promise me." She says almost crying," promise that you will continue with your dreams, that everything that we have planned for years will not fade. I fought so hard for you to get ahead, so that you don't lack anything. Don't do this to yourself please. "

I was in a lot of pain, maybe I was immature but you could never criticize a shoe that you have never worn.

Hearing those words so far away for me, it was painful. I could be selfish if I wanted to, with my father I am more.

"Promise me that you will be with me always, and I make it happen but when I finish the race that will be my end." I say without measuring anything.

"No, I don't accept." He speaks with force, his gaze indicates a total fear.

"Father, I finish my career and a month later my life ends." I look at him with determination, not wanting to lose.

He looks at me with pain, I feel his frustration and that's when I hug him again. To give him all my love, all my affection and it is inevitable not to pretend that it does not hurt.

I feel him crying, I listen to him and I feel like he's heartbroken, but he couldn't ask me for something so selfishly without having something in return. It would be unthinkable, I would never accept what I ask.

"You cannot ask me to accept something so atrocious, that is inhuman, if that changes you will leave that promise still aside and you will continue with your life please."

"Not even love for a person will make me break my promise."

I see his nostalgic smile for the last time, it is a temporary goodbye. I will keep my promise and make my greatest longed come true.

(...)

My eyes are slowly opening, the light of the room where I am does not allow me to visualize what is around, I see black figures that I cannot see well because of how blurred you are.

I hear an intermittent sound that makes me squirm in pain, I signal for them to turn it off, I make noises with my mouth but nobody pays attention to me. She may be alone, or she may not. The truth is that I do not see well.

I keep making sounds, but nobody understands me, it makes me angry.

"Doctor José, the girl has woken up." Someone speaks and that makes my head ache.

I feel figures as they walk from one side to another, as they approach, as they pronounce a language that he did not understand very well.

"Miss Weston, do you hear me?" He asks in a softer tone.

"Yes, it hurts a lot." I say with discomfort.

"I understand, now go back to bed to examine it," he says softly, so much so that I thank him.

But the pain continues until I feel that they put a device in my ears, that's when I feel the glory.

"What happened to me? "I speak more calmly.

As time goes by, my eyes get used to the clarity of the small room where I was hospitalized, when the nurse handed me the tray of food, I never thought that hospital food would taste as delicious as it did today.

When I finished doing all my needs, Dr. José was in charge of analyzing my medical results.

The doctor sighs heavily, I know that the medical results did not turn out well at all, but even a blind man would notice it and I am not saying it because of the medical results but because of my emaciated appearance.

- First of all, I need you to know that your pain is due to the blows you received, we must also inform you that the results have shown that you may have blackouts, later we will talk about it and with another topic there is a person who wants to see you .— I nod quickly, although I felt fine in the hospital, I didn't want to be here.

When I see the nurse come in, the person behind her is not the one I imagined it to be, I stop for a moment to see her face and she is the same or worse than me.

"We left them alone, with their permission." We both agreed equally.

She enters self-consciously, surely she wants to run away or maybe not, well, I don't care, I look at her carefully without even giving her a truce, she moves so much that I feel like I'm going to get dizzy. After a long time, he deigns to speak.

"Sorry, I should have been a best friend." She starts to cry.

I don't understand why she asks for forgiveness, or why she must have been my friend.

"Why are you apologizing?" I say nonchalantly.

"It shouldn't have been that way, but if things happen, it's for something," she says, wiping her tears.

"I still do not understand."

"Colette, this is Gema. I'm in love with your father, he always told me to become your friend, but I was afraid, afraid that you will reject me. "He says with pain. "Now I'm never going to forgive myself for everything that woman did to you, she didn't have the right to do that calamity," he says angrily.

I knew who she was, I already understand why dad said she looked like a nun, I smiled as she said nonsense things.

"Gema, thank you. You don't have to apologize or worry. This was what touched me, I'm over it." I say harshly.

"Of course not. This isn't your fault, it never was." She walks over to me.

Everything happened so fast that I didn't see her coming as she came to hug me so tightly that I thought she would destroy my ribs.

Some time later, all my questions answered and beyond liking it, I wanted to disappear.

"I don't want them to lock her up, let's just leave things like that." I say uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry Colette, but it's out of our hands, we can't do anything." She was right.

When they discharge me, everything seems to get worse. The only one there to help me is Gema, I don't understand why she does it but she defends me as if I were her own daughter.

They harass me to get Tatiana out of jail, they gave her 24 months without the possibility of parole. Tamara hates me again, but as Gema said, she is no longer in my hands.

My father's lawyer will read me the will that my parents had made, I honestly never thought that Rose had a moment of sanity in some time, it would be in a few days and I was nervous because there were two things that the lawyer wanted to talk to me about. I don't know, he looked very happy.