Rescue Me

Chapter 1

The morning sun shined bright through my open window. I wasn't ready to get out of bed this morning. I didn't even have a reason to.

I was nineteen years old with a job at the local cafe, who stayed at the home of shattered memories, to take care of my alcoholic father.

My mother left when I was born. She didn't want the burden of a child. My father chose to say. I honestly do not believe he chose, more like had to.

I finally got out of bed. It was seven a.m. Time for my father's breakfast.

I strolled down the stairs and into the kitchen. My father was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper, and sipping a glass of whiskey.

"Morning father."

"Shut up Kate. Make me my breakfast!" He snarled.

"Yes sir." I obeyed and started making his usual eggs and toast.

I was almost complete making my father's breakfast when I heard a loud thump. I turned around immediately and saw my father helplessly on the floor.

"Dad!" I yelled shaking his shoulders violently. "Wake up!" I begged.

I pulled out my cellphone and began dialing 911. No matter how much I despised my father, I was not going to let him die. It was too easy. No, he will not die.

"Yes, um, 457 Rennington Drive. My father is passed out...he ... is an excessive drinker...I don't know what to do. Please hurry,"  I wasn't even crying.

"Okay sweetheart, I need you to breathe. The ambulance is on their way. Do you know CPR?" The operator spoke through the receiver.

"Yes. Please just hurry!" My voice was panicked.

I put my left hand over my right hand and started CPR on this rude man.

Finally, the paramedics came through the front door of my broken home. The tall man with big blue eyes rushed into the kitchen. He placed two fingers on my father's wrinkled neck "No pulse!" He shouted, getting the other mans help, and putting my father on the gurney.

"What's going on?" I asked the handsome paramedic pushing my immobile father on the gurney.

"We have a pulse now. We need to take him to the hospital. He has gone into cardiac arrest." He clarified calmly, pushing my father into the ambulance.

I hopped into the back and say with my hands in my lap. I thought about the abusive words my father has thrown at me the past few years.

Usually when someone is dying, you would think of the good times- laughing, smiling, loving. But no. I only could muster up painful memories. Happiness never happened for me.

"Kate! Get your fat ass off of this couch and start the laundry." My father spat.

"Kate, change your god damn clothes! You look like an old woman!"

"Kate! You're exactly like your mother! A stupid whore who leaves me."

Kate! Kate! Kate!  My father's deep scary voice rang through my head and all I could do was scream and pound on his chest. The tears rolled down my cheeks in puddles. My fist just kept connecting with my father's chest. "I hate you! I hate you!" I sobbed.

The paramedic's strong hands wrapped around my upper arms and stopped my assault on my dad. "Stop! Now!" He yelled and I fell frail in his arms till we arrived at the hospital. 

As soon as the ambulance door opened I jumped out and walked down the cold parking lot. I couldn't be around my father for another moment. 

The pain that man has caused me my whole entire life has become unbearable. I know that I should of left my home a year ago. I planned to leave as soon as I turned eighteen, but I couldn't do it. I could not be so selfish to just leave my ill father. 

Now, I could and now, I would!

( hi! This is my new book "Rescue Me" I got this idea watching Bates Motel. I dont even know how, but it just popped up in my head. I LOVE kate. Her character really develops in the next few chapters. These chapters will be A LOT longer.  Please comment vote and fan! Thank you! P.S. go follow c_c_143. She is so sweet! I love her fan-fics. Go check her out!)