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Will

"Will!" Someone screamed in my ear. I sat up.

"Where's the fire?" I mumbled. I shook my head back and forth. And looked at Emma. She looked concerned.

"Mom won't wake up and I don't know where dad is. I've tried my hardest to wake her up, and I don't know what's happening," her eyes welled with tears. I got up and ran to my parents room. Mom was wearing a dress and the room reeked of alcohol. I ran over to my mom and shook her back and forth.

"Mom!" I shouted. Oh god what if she's dead. I took a glass of possibly water and smelled it because you never know what it could be. It was water and I poured it in her head. Nothing. Emma started to cry. I checked for a pulse. Nothing.

"Emma get my phone off my nightstand." She ran to my room and came back with my cell. I dialed 911. While it was ringing I told emma to go to her room.

"911 what's your emergency?" I heard on the other line.

"My sister came to me saying our mom wouldn't wake up and she has no pulse."

"Ok are there any other guardians with you?" I was getting irritated. Why couldn't they just send someone?

"No. I'm not sure where my dad is,"

"Do you have any ideas on what might have caused it?"

"My parents like to abuse alcohol use," I replied with a shaky voice. She then asked for my address and she said help was on they way. I hung up and went to emma's room. She was hugging a pillow and crying. I knocked and her eyes shot up.

"What's going on?" She asked with tears streaming down her face. My eyes started to water. I didn't know how to answer.

"Mom doesn't have a pulse..." I was hoping she knew what that meant because she was only 8 and I didn't want to explain it. But I could tell she got it because she fell on the floor and wept. I got down and put her in my lap. We both balled up and cried till I heard a knock on the door. I got up and let the doctors, police, and firefighters in. I told her she was in her room and they came back down with her on a stretcher. A police woman walked up to me with a notepad.

"Do you have an idea of where you father is?" I shook my head.

"Can you contact him in some way?" I nodded. "Why don't you do that and I'll leave you to it." She walked away and I dialed my dads number. All I can think is 'please pick up'.

"Hello?" Asks a slurred voice.

"Dad where are you!?" I yelled.

"Will it's not your problem."

"Really because mom is dead. I think I should know where my careless, selfish father is." I snapped. No answer.

"Will don't joke about your mom being dead." He answers in a low voice. I scoffed.

"Joke? You think this is a joke? I just watched my mom get pulled out on a stretcher what do you mean 'joke'?" I yelled. No answer.

"You think your so funny." I balled my fists.

"Why don't you come home for yourself to make sure mom is dead. Your a careless douchebag, you know that?" I replied with a shaky voice. "Your a horrible person." I hung up and the ambulances drove away.

It was a couple hours later and I thought I would check up with the hospital. I grabbed my keys and called emma to come downstairs. But the front door swung open and here stumbles in my dad.

"Where is your mother?" He asks. I rolled my eyes.

"Dead."

"Don't joke with me, boy!"

"Check around the house. She's gone. Hope you're happy." I snapped. "Why would I joke about my mother's death?" Right after I said that, emma ambled down the stairs, her face stained with tears; her eyes swollen and red.

"Emma what's wrong?" My dad asked as he walked toward her. He was kneeling down when she ran behind me.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed. "This is your fault. It's your fault mom is dead. Because you got her into drinking in the first place." She broke into tears. "You're a monster."

The look on my dads face afterwards was priceless. It was funny to see him look so defeated because he realized I wasn't lying.

"Cmon emma." I said as I grabbed her hand. We walked out the door and got in the car.