Red turned his head left and right restlessly. Beads of sweat on his forehead and tears trailing down his cheek. His hold on the bedsheet tightened as his breathing became deep and irregular.
"Dad..." His rasp voice called out, his face screaming for help.
"Dad...father!"
Terrifying images flooded his brain as his words kept echoing in his ears.
"Father!"
He snapped his eyes open and sat up abruptly, breathing heavily. He curled up his legs, buried his head between them and began to cry. It's happening again. His nightmares are back. And of all things, he dreamt of his dead father.
"Dad... I'm sorry."
He sobbed the more, chocking on his tears. His chest felt tightened. He turned to the door when he heard a knock. He cleaned his tears and answered.
"Yeah?"
It was evident i
