My Life As A Cowgirl

Down hill

QUICK NOTE!
The rest of the book will be in Liv's P.O.V accept for perhaps one or 2 sections :)

"I was starting to think you were tired of our weekly runs!" Meghan exclaims through panting breaths as we run up the short hill.

"Nah just got so busy and when I did have time I wasn't feeling it." I answer, tugging down on my loose black running shorts that are riding up my butt.

We slow to a jog down the hill and Meghan over takes me. I watch her short light brown hair which is tied up in a messy bun, bounce around with her every stride.

As the hill becomes flat again and we are quickly approaching the end of our 6km run, Meghan stops and puts her hands on her knees and slumps her head over, breathing heavily.

"Far out. Liv I don't think I am going to go the long way today. I reckon I will just cut through here and head back to my place." Meghan breaths pointing to a back street which leads about 1km to her house.

"Ok sure see you tomorrow. Text me when you get home!" I shout behind me as I start my short jog home.

I watch Meghan give me a thumbs up and disappear down the street.

I jog through the street with my music blaring in my ears and my mind busy with up coming assessments and exams.

It takes me roughly ten minutes until I am running up my driveway. The lights in the house are on and dad's truck is parked in its usual spot in front of our house.

I enter the house to the sound of my dog barking and whining.

"Hershey shut up!" I yell to my dog.

Usually, when I yell this to my dog he will stop immediately, but today his barking fades into frantic whimpering.

Something's not right.

I walk into the kitchen and gasp.

Lying face down, half way outside the screen door is my dad next to a puddle of blood.

I rush over to him and start shaking him.

"Dad! Daddy get up!" I scream shaking his body.

When I don't receive an instant response my heart sinks and tears flood my eyes.

He's dead. He is dead. If you had of been here instead of going on a run he wouldn't be dead.

A war is breaking out in my mind.

I attempt to flip him over but it proves impossible as my dad is 6 foot 2 and ways almost 100kg.

I remember something from all the lectures mum had given me about nursing.

In a rush I press two fingers under his jawline close to his ear and to my relief a slow and faint pulse beats against my fingers.

This means there is still time. I grab my phone and start to call an ambulance but then I stop. I remember that the last time I fell off Lilly and broke my leg, the perimedics took half an hour to get to me. Luckily then I had time to wait, but my dad might not.

My heart rate excels as I think of a plan be.

Laura was working, mum was working, Alison was at training.... Dylan!

I frantically flick through my contacts and call Dylan.

After 4 rings Dylan answers,

"Hey Liv!" Dylan answers ironically cheerful.

"Dylan my dad is passed out I just got home from a run and my mums at work and my dogs barking!" I blurt out all at once through gasping breaths.

"Woah slow down what? Your dad's passed out?" Dylan asks trying to translate my panicked sentence.