The Captains Daughter 9-1-1

Brea Begins

~2 Years Ago~

It was a week before I turned 20. My Mom Marcy, Brother and sister Bobby Jr and Brook sat at the table talking about any last suggestions while waiting for my father Bobby to come home from work. He was a firefighter just like me since I skipped a lot of grades when I was younger because of how smart I was I was able to ease my way through college 2-3 years earlier than people my age. Once I turned 18 I enrolled to become a firefighter just like my Dad. It wasn't because I wanted to follow in his footsteps but because I had the urge to help people and put myself in life-or-death situations just so the people that I am saving manage to make it home to their families. Some people would say that I am reckless for putting myself in danger, yes I have a lot to live for but if we are not out there protecting our city then everyone would be at a constant risk.

I was supposed to be on shift today, me and my Dad always have the same shifts and he says "Because your young and I have to keep an eye on you" but in reality, we all know it is because he is scared of losing his daughter. Anyways the reason I'm not on shift and haven't been on shift for the past week and a bit is because some stuff had been going on in my relationship and it's not fun stuff either. My Ex-boyfriend Jackson had a temper on him and quite a bad one. If you made a simple mistake, talked back or even came home from work 5 minutes late he would lose his shit and practically beat me to a pulp. He had only ever hit me in the face a handful of times because it would be more obvious something is going on, especially in my line of work, so he just resorted to the rest of my body. I had finally managed to escape just over a week ago as we got into an argument and he beat me up pretty bad and because that happened I had had enough of my life and decided that I would try and end it all that was until my Dad found me in my bathroom unconscious surrounded by alcohol and pills.

In the hospital, my parents wouldn't let my two younger siblings come to visit me as it would hurt them to see more likely Brook because she walked in when my Dad was doing compressions on my lifeless body. Every day since then I have felt like an awful big sister, I have traumatised my little angel and I can't do anything to fix that which breaks my heart. My Mom and Dad were relentlessly asking me all of these questions about Jackson and how long has he been abusing me and all this other crap as well as making me file a police report. I refused knowing that Jackson knows people, shady people and if he got arrested one phone call and I would be dead. My parents didn't understand saying they would protect me but little did they know I was protecting the family, I wasn't concerned about getting myself killed but I was getting them killed in the process because of my terrible decision and dating a psychopath.

"So BB did you miss me?" Brook asked jumping on my lap

"How could not miss my Brookie and Bobby you guys are my everything" I pulled Bobby into a hug with her and Brook while Marcy admired the view of all her children.

"Have you changed your mind about your birthday sweetie?" Marcy asked her eldest

"No Mom" I gave her a stern look "I don't want anything no presents or anything just you guys okay" I wasn't giving her a question, I just wanted to make sure she knew I was happy with what I already had.

The door closed with the sound of rattling keys being set on the counter "I'm home" Bobby announced walking through with her arms wide and smiling.

"Daddy!" Brooke yelled running to give me a hug followed by everyone else "You smell minty."

"Did I miss dinner?" He asks giving Bobby a fist pump.

"And bath time and homework, but you're just in time for teeth brushing and bed," Marcy says hugging him but soon pulling away because of the smell she has smelt before.