Angels Among Us

Chapter 4:

Chapter 4:

It was the middle of the night when I was rudely awaken by my cell phone.

"Who would be calling me at... 3:46?" I mumbled out loud searching for my phone. I was surprised to see it was my father.

"Hello?" I answered in a groggy voice.

"Hello this is Deputy Stout with the New York Police Department. This number was found in your father's emergency contacts." He politely spoke.

"Okay is there a problem officer?" I asked full of concern.

"I'm sorry to inform you that your dad's house caught on fire and he is severely injured. We would like you to come to the scene as quickly as possible."

"Oh my goodness, I will be there right away!" I replied on the verge of tears already on my feet.

"Thank you very much and once again I'm sorry." The deputy said sincerely.

Being and only child and loosing my mom far too soon made my father and I really close. He was my hero. He was always so strong and brave but at the same time caring and thoughtful. I relied on him for everything. I needed him just as much as he needed me.

I threw in some clothes and my big winter coat. My feet couldn't carry my weight fast enough even at a dead sprint. The whole journey brought back memories of times my father and I had shared together. How sitting on his shoulders was the tallest place in the world. When he would do my hair and play 'house' with me. How everyday when he dropped me off at school he would say, "Have a great day Sweetheart!" Reassuring me that I was the most beautiful daughter anyone could ask for. Teaching me to drive, now would be a perfect time to own a car. How he spied on me on my first date and put a corsage on my wrist when I didn't have a date to Homecoming. How he helped me move into my apartment but said thats their is always room at home. We should have plenty more memories to add but by the sound of it, the lost could be cut short.

I rounded the corner to see tons of flashing lights and frantic paramedics. Smoke diffused out of the destroyed house while the last flames were being put out. My eyes looked for my father, the smoke and people making it difficult. When I found him he laid weakly on the ground, paramedics surrounding him with tubes and masks coming from every direction possible.

"Dad!" I screamed running towards him before a husky officer stopped me.

"I'm sorry miss but you can't go over there." He spoke in a deep tone.

"That's my father! I have too!" I cried back.

"Eve." A frail voice attempted to shout. The fear in his voice brought pain to my heart.

"He's calling for me! I have too see him!" I screamed but my forceful tone had no effect on the man what so ever as he began rudely escorting me away by pull.

I threw my head back trying to get a last look at me hero. Shock took over my body as I saw Niall resting on his knees beside my father. Large voluminous wings were spread from his back. They seems to be in no way of the EMTs. It was as if they didn't see Niall there comforting my father as an angel. An angel? What?

I continued to fight against the officer but couldn't overcome his grip in my arm. I looked back again and Niall was nowhere in sight. My father was places on a stretcher and being carried to an ambulance.

"Miss you are the victims father, right?" A female EMT asked.

"Yes." I replied hesitantly.

"May I ask you some questions?"

I shook my head yes.

"How old are you?"

"19."

"Do you live with your father?"

"No."

"Is he known to be violent?"

I was almost stunned by the question.

"No, not at all!" I sternly replied.

"Has he had any past health problem?"

"Sever depression." It suddenly hit me like a silver bullet. First my mother now possible my father. I began to cry again.

"Would you like a ride to the hospital?"

There was a sense of care in her voice.

"Please."