Fulfilling my promise

RACHEL'S POV

Each passing second I spend in this house is a torment to my soul, a burning reminder of the cake my life is. And each time I hear that murderer's footsteps dragging along the marble-tiled floors, it is a burning reminder of the promise I had made to my dad, a promise I had failed to accomplish. 

Rather than avenging his death like I said I would, I threw myself in the bed of his murder. I know if there was such a thing as an afterlife, wherever dad's soul may be right now, he would be greatly disappointed in me. I can't say I blame him. I'm disappointed in myself as well. I somehow managed to let everyone down, including myself.

"No!" I blurted out loud, jerking up as I sat upright in bed. My fists curled in anger as a new wave of determination flooded through my veins. Enough feeling sorry for myself; enough wallowing in self-pity. This wasn't the time for all that. This was the time for action.