This is the story of a man called Tristan Moffat. He was your average, ordinary, everyday dad. At 34 years of age, he had just returned from his regular day at work; a boring old job as a waiter.

His life is normal, HE is normal.

The only thing that differed between him and most of the people who he knew was that he had a remarkable daughter that he loved to death. Her name is Eva, she was at the young age of 15 years old , has the most beautiful, curly blonde hair and has blue eyes that resembled the sea. She would make every academic team, become the MVP of every sports team she was in and she wasn't too bad at the trumpet either.

Her life is special, SHE is special, and that's what worries Tristan so much every, single, day.

You see, he was a very overprotective father. He only lets her out of the house when it is school related. He would never let her have friends over nor let her go to birthday parties. He wouldn't let her take the bus to school and insisted to drive her to school every morning, despite it taking half an hour longer. Even after he drops her off at school he waits outside for another half hour just to make sure she didn't ditch or run away somewhere with her friends!

Everybody in town knew how amazing she was, and he'd make sure everyone in town knew that he was the one who raised her to be the girl she is today. He found it as a sense of accomplishment for himself, that he, Tristan Moffat, had raised the perfect child, the best kid in town.

***

He used to have a wife too, you know. Her name was Jenna, she looked just like Eva, with her beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. She was so kind and generous to everyone that she ever happened to stumble upon or encounter. She was always by his side no matter what. She was the absolute definition on 'perfect wife'.

So when the tragic event that caused her death the pain was nearly unbearable to handle!

She was driving home on Christmas eve, at around 9:23 P.M. She was just coming home from some last minute Christmas shopping for Eva, when her car started to skid. She had started to drive on icier roads. As calmly as possible, she started to pull over to the side but she had lost control of her vehicle. She threw her foot on the break but it wasn't working. Someone tampered with it. Someone wanted her dead. Eventually, she had driven off the road she was on and then…

Boom.

***

Tristan was starting to get worried about his wife. It was 9 A.M on Christmas morning and Eva had started to become anxious about where her mom was. That's when they got the call.

Jenna was dead.

Tristan had nearly collapsed onto the floor in shock. HIS wife died? It couldn't be true! He wouldn't believe it!

But he had to face the music. He turned on the news and there was a breaking story playing.

"33 year old woman named Jenna Moffat,, mother of a girl called Eva Moffat and wife to Tristan Moffat , found dead on icy floors with her vehicle completely destroyed. Police have deduced that it was a faulty brake and the lack of winter tires that had caused the car to lose control. We have her and her family in our prayers." Tristan then turned off the T.V, shaking.

Eva was in tears, and he tried his best to comfort her. It didn't help though, considering the fact that he was quite possible more distraught then Eva ever would be. They were both sitting on the floor, on Christmas, crying at the loss of one of the best things to ever happen in both of their lives.

Tristan still didn't accept the fact that it was just chance that the brake was faulty, because he knew it wasn't. He had driven her to work that day and everything seemed fine, so why is it the brakes somehow broke when she was driving back to their house? He was certain someone was out to kill his wife, and he was angry. Very, VERY angry.

He threw the Christmas tree onto the floor, ripped all the decorations off the walls and threatened that when he found the person who did this to his wife, he would kill him. Every night following that day, he had the same nightmare. The nightmare of finding the person, and eventually killing them. He woke up in shock at the same time every night, and eventually thinking to himself,

"I can't become like one of them. I'd be no better than the person who killed Jenna. I have to stay strong, for myself and for Eva."

***

So, trying his hardest to hold in every emotion, he went to see a therapist one afternoon. He had explained to her everything he was feeling and she recommended to him that he should try and forget that scenario, and that hypnosis might work. So, he obliged.

She had him lie down, and asked him to try and relax. Once Tristan gave in and relaxed, she asked him the one thing he'd never fail to do in his life. Tristan thought long and hard about this before he answered.

"Protecting my daughter, Eva. Making sure nothing ever happens to her."

"Are you sure, sir?" The therapist had asked him.

Tristan nodded, and she sighed. She said a few words and snapped her fingers an then he was in a trance. She told him a few things.

"As long as you protect your daughter, and make sure that nothing happens to her, you will have forgotten everything about your wife and the horrible incident. Although, if something was to happen to your daughter, than every single bad memory you're experiencing right now will come back all at once."

She got him out of the trance, and thanked the therapist for everything she did. She looked away and nodded. He asked her how much it had cost for the therapy, and she just told him that this one was free before walking away.

Confused, Tristan decided it was best to go home and check on Eva. He had an odd feeling that he needed to see if she was okay.

***

This is the story of a man called Tristan Moffat. He had a giant, traumatic thing happen in his life and was planning on murdering the man who caused it. Using the last bit of his will power, he managed to go to a therapist and forget all about it. The only price he had to pay was his eternal duty to protect his daughter from danger.

His life was awful, HE was awful.

He had assumed he was an ordinary, average, everyday dad, with absolutely no faults in his life.

Oh, how wrong he was.