The Captains Daughter 9-1-1

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well, how I can say that I'm not happy to move from St Pauls to Los Angeles.                                 

since the accident nothing has been the same I once had a loving mom and two siblings but now all that has been stripped away all because my dad forgot to turn off that heater and not to mention all the other lives his actions took. look I know it wasn't his fault and that he started to fall back into that dark hole again, I always knew when it would happen but I never said anything because I know that the relationship that my mom and dad both had, had started to become a problem and there would be tension when we all came together as a family and I didn't want to make it worse, but now I'm wishing that I did because if I just told someone maybe none of this would have ever happened and I would still have a family.

I had been drinking from a young age, going out to house parties from 15 all the way up to my grand age of 21. I was my parent's trouble child and I always made things hard on them because I just wanted to be noticed, I put them through hell from the times I showed up drunk to school to when they had to bail me out of jail a few times [well more than a few]. to me, alcohol was my only escape and yes I know my dad had his issues with drinking and drugs from a young age and I would never want him to feel that he lead me to go down this way or that I'm like this because of him and honestly it's not, I've always struggled from a young age I'm not really the best communicator when it comes to my mental health or just feelings in general which is why I resorted to alcohol just so for them few hours when you feel invincible and powerful nobody can hurt you and all your problems has just disappeared and you can start feeling and living how you want for as long as you want until it all comes crumbling back down again.

my dad had noticed the changes in me, but it wasn't until it was too late when he found me in the bathroom seizing and foaming from the mouth because of alcohol poising, let's just say that was not my finest moment and especially with it only being from last year before everything started to tumble out of control. he was so supportive of me trying to get better and he never pushed me too far as he knew what that felt like and let me take things at my own pace which to me is a great father.

after the fire happened and my dad had been suspended and put under instigation I knew he was struggling so that meant I couldn't be a burden to him and tell him my issues because I knew he would be going through them harder, all the guilt and regret going through he head and all I could do is just be there and make sure he didn't relapse again.

now because his fire chief wasn't comfortable letting him back as he wasn't sure on how my dad's team would take to him being reinstated after the accident because they may look at him as a danger to the team putting them in danger, my dad thought it would be a great idea and asked to be transferred and now we are here in LA going to the 118.

Oh yeah, and my name is Brea, Brea Nash a firefighter at the 118 with my dad Robert [Bobby] Nash.

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we had been here for over a week already and settling in well, the team was great, amazing actually they were so thrilled to have us, especially the new kid Buck. it honestly made my dad feel so happy because he could do what he loved all over again.

we got called to a rollercoaster crash and between you and me it didn't look good

"holy shit," I said slowly looking up at all these people dangling hoping they don't fall to their deaths.

"language Brea," Bobby said walking towards the scene  "Buck we came in at the wrong angle, I'm gonna have you climb up there and harness him in, and hang tight while we move the truck, Do you think you can handle that?