The Stories of Leah Clearwater - (Book One)

Chapter 9 - The Heart Attack

My alarm went off at 6:45am.The date on my calendar seemed to be huge. March 16th, 2006. I didn’t think much about it. I got up and headed for the bathroom and took a shower. I was feeling a little better actually. Finally I thought, “I might be over that stupid fever.” As I was getting ready I listened and heard my mom and dad talking softly.

“I need to talk to her. I know she was not feeling well but, she’s getting out of control. Her temper is not ok. I’m tired of this constant attitude. I know she’s angry about Emily, and Sam, but she can’t take it out on me.”

My dad nodded, “I agree with you. We need to speak with her.”

Once I was dressed I headed to the kitchen to grab a banana, and headed towards the front door. My parents stood in the living room.

“Leah stop, we need to talk.”

I looked at my mom, “Well it’s going to have to wait. I have to get to school. This little chit chat can wait until I get home.”

My mom put her hands on her hips, “You know this is what our chat is about. I won’t wait. Your mood swings, are horrible. I don’t know what’s going on, but it needs to stop. We understand if you’re angry still about, Sam and Emily.”

I put my hand up pausing her, “I’m not angry. I hate them both. I may have apologized to her, but honestly Emily got what she deserved. They both lie, and are dead in my eyes. So as I was saying I’m going to school.”

My dad stood up beside my mom, “Young lady you need to lose this attitude. I’m getting rather tired of it myself. We didn’t raise you to speak to us like this.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “Oh well deal with it. Now I’m leaving.”

My mom raised her voice, “Leah Sky Clearwater you’ll leave when I tell you to.”

Out of nowhere my entire body started trembling.

“Leah what’s going on?” My mom asked nervously.

I growled and all of the sudden, I was standing there looking around. The couch we had was torn up. My dad was clutching his chest.

“Is dad okay?” I tried to ask, but howling was all that escaped my mouth.

He was standing there beside my mom unable to speak.

He was sweating and holding his chest. “Su....” was all that came out.

In slow motion I watched as he fell to the ground. There was a thud as he landed. I just whimpered, and whined. I kept trying to talk, but nothing would come out.

“HARRY! OH MY GOD HARRY. PLEASE ANSWER ME!”

He was lying on his back on the ground. She was beside him. She started to do CPR. Seth had come running into the living room and saw our dad,

“Dad talk to me please.” Seth cried out. My dad’s eyes were closed.

“SETH CALL 911!” Seth scrambled inside and was on the phone.

“911 what’s your emergency?” asked the operator.

“My dad he just fell to the ground. He was sweating and grabbed his chest.” Seth answered.

“Is he breathing?” she asked.

“I can’t tell.” Seth answered.

“Is there anyone with you?” The operator asked.

“Yeah my mom is. She’s a nurse.” Seth quickly answered.

“Ask your mom if he’s breathing?” replied the operator.