I sat up that night, thinking about Angel had said. "You were 'kidnapped'—but really I think that the whitecoats thought that your father arranged for you to be taken away—he had hated you—hates you—since the day you were born. And your mother died when your sister was born."
I rolled over and concentrated on what Angel had told me—I needed answers—from my father. If he'd really arranged my 'kidnapping' he'd pay—with his life.
I stood and flew off, finding a tree a few miles away, so I could scream and cry and let the agony of the betrayal take over—I'd been holding out long enough against it.
I waited dully for the sun to rise as well. I tended to be a bit of an insomniac some nights. The others were used to it.
I stood up, glaring in the direction of Munchkinland, jammed my fists into the air, and vowed, "Father, I swear with every fiber of my being, if you betrayed me, if you were arranged for my 'kidnapping,' if you sold me to the School the Angel and Gazzy's parents sold and betrayed them, I swear, I will haunt and hunt you until the day you die and I will be the reason you die, for I will kill you! Mark my words, I WILL KILL YOU!"
I cried until I was sick and then numbly rejoined the others—I felt better knowing that I'd made that vow to myself.
"Still miss him," Max asked.
I nodded—whenever I cried, everyone assumed it was because of Yero—and usually they were right, but not this time—this time it was my father that caused my tears.