A story about a fallen hero...
This was originally for one of my exams, but someone said it was decent so I put it on here:) I had to copy it form a word document so the format is a tad messed up, but its still completely readable:) hope you read it, and if you do, pleeease give feedback!:D♥♥♥
Everyone has a hero. Someone they look up to, that they trust and rely on, and who they know will never let them down. Some people are never lucky enough to meet their hero, and some may only meet them once.
However, I am one of the lucky ones. I get to see my hero every day. My hero is always there to help me and look after me whenever I need his help: my dad. My dad is my role model and the one person I can get help from with anything. The thing that makes me so proud of my dad is that he is not only a hero to me, but to many others also. He works as a fireman so, of course, he helps do amazing things for people every single day. He saves lives and takes huge risks, then at the end of all that he comes home and he is, once again, all mine.
I heard the key twisting noisily in the stiff lock of the front door. I immediately rushed up from the sofa, sprinting past my mum watching the TV, and out into the hallway, just in time to see my father step into the house and close the door. Without looking up at his face I bounced towards him for a cuddle. His arms hesitated for a moment but then wrapped half-heartedly around me in a limp hug. “Where’s your mother?” he grunted. I peered up at him to see a frowning mask in place of his usual cheerful face. Strange wrinkles covered his brow. He shrugged off his black coat and dumped it on the circular table by the door. Stepping past me, he threw his keys at the mountain of stuff building on top of the table and called out to my mum, who was still in the living room. “Jackie!” He stomped into the living room and a moment later my mum popped her head around the door and said, “Haley, please can you give us a bit of time… go do some homework for me darling.” Slowly, she shut the door. I was left there in the hallway wondering what on earth was going on.
A week later and I was still shaken by the events of the past few days. My dad was no longer living with me and my mum. He had packed his bags, just as I had heard him declare that he would on that horrendous evening. I hadn’t seen him since. My mum and I had hardly spoken about the whole situation, yet I woke up and heard her crying every night. Not that I got much sleep either. Every night I quietly sobbed until my pillow was soaked in salty tears. I never understood why my dad left. I don’t think I would’ve wanted to know anyway…
Eight days later and, finally, I got a phone call from my dad. Admittedly, it was lovely to hear his voice again; however, I was still extremely upset with him. “Haley I’m so sorry darling. Please let me talk to you,” he begged. I didn’t answer. “Haley…I know you’re angry but please come out with me today. I’ll even take you to the river café for a rocky road ice cream – your favourite!” Of course I didn’t want to be bribed into forgiveness, but I so desperately wanted to see my dad. “Fine,” I agreed, trying to put anger and impatience into my shaky voice. “Thank you sweetheart; I’ll come pick you up now!”
When dad drove up in his battered old Ford I suddenly realised how much I wanted him to come back home. Fighting back tears, I greeted him awkwardly and got into the car. It smelt vile: of takeaway pizzas and curries. I looked over at dad and studied his appearance as he silently operated the various levers and buttons and turned the wheel cautiously. Just as they appeared all over the inside of the car, greasy stains also covered his pale blue shirt. The shirt was crumpled and creased; as were his khaki trousers.There was thick, dark brown stubble covering his face. Obviously he had forgotten to pack shaving equipment in his hurry to leave our house (and decent socks, for that matter – I could see that he was wearing two completely different socks: one dark brown and one a faded black colour). I sighed and turned my head to face the other direction; watching a large family parade cheerily down the pavement.
After parking in the busy car park, my dad and I made our way along the edge of the narrow road, towards the tiny café we had visited so many times before. As we walked along, stepping close to the sludge covered river bank, my dad broke the silence and said, “I’m really sorry for letting you down Haley. I really, honestly am sorry. I hope you will try to forgive me… I know things won’t be the same again, but I don’t want to lose you. You’re still my little girl, even if you’re forever mad at me.” “I thought everything was perfect dad-” “They used to be darling, but things change, I’m sorry.” He interuppted. “But then why…” I began to say, but as I spoke I felt my foot slip on something wet. As my foot twisted sideways the rest of my body collapsed with it. I fell backwards onto the muddy river bank. But I didn’t stop there. I continued to tumble downwards while the pain in my ankle spread all over my body. What’s more, I could hear the sound of fast running water approaching. I also heard another sound: someone shouting my name, but before I could call back at the voice I hit the icy water and all my senses disappeared.
“Haley? Haley? Are you awake, darling?” A soft voice was speaking to me but I couldn’t reply. My throat was sore and my lungs felt as though they were full of water. I didn’t open my eyes but I could feel someone’s warm breath in my face and their arms around me, one hand pillowing my head. Hearing my name again, I decided to open my eyes. Slowly I looked upto see the nervous face of my dad staring at me. His expression changed to relief in a second. “Thank God! Haley are you okay sweetie?” “How am I alive?” I croaked, “I was drowning.” “No, no. I got you out of there as soon as I could. I told you Haley, I told you I never want to lose you,” he whispered softly, smiling at me. I couldn’t believe it. I was safe, and it was my dad that had saved me. I was now lying here in what looked like the river café and my dad must’ve carried me here. Adding it all up in my head, I realised how lucky I was to be alive. All thanks to the person I had always relied on. All thanks to my dad… “My hero.”