With Brack's new glasses, I was back to not seeing his eyes again. I'm not sure why he wanted them covered all the time. I wondered if children teased him when he was young. Kids could be awful. I'm sure they didn't appreciate the beauty and only noticed his eyes were different.
I kicked his ass in racquetball and he kicked mine on the mat. This was not self-defense. Brack truly wanted me to kill this guy. I'm not sure why it was so important to him. I also understood on a deeper level that I was scared shitless. The thought of going toe to toe with a killer froze my insides.
Fight or flight, Brack called it. I didn't tell him how terrified I was, but he knew. Brack was trying to train the flight instinct out of me.
"There's a time to run and there's a time to kill this motherfucker. That's what you're training for."