...Breanna Gilson Mrs.Walker English 12 26 September 2012 Loss Of A Loved One The call came in and shock and fear came rushing through my veins like blood. My dad called and said " Breanna i am so sorry , i cant do this anymore . I love you , let your brother and sister know i loved them too." My eyes filled with tears and i grew speechless i couldnt believe what i was hearing. I finally blurted out " Daddy dont , where are you ?" He then replied, "Im home, but i have to let you go." I knew then he was lieing because in the background i could faintly hear the dinging from his trucks seat belt. He was on his way somewhere. My mom overheard are conversation and knew right then where he was headed. I shouted, " DADDY NO!" He said, "Goodbye" and ended the call. My mom and I instantly jumped into the Durango and headed to Morenci. I glanced over my moms shoulder as we were passing vechicles on the right side of the road. The speedmeter read 95 miles per hour. I was terrified, i wanted to make it out to where my dad was heading. My mom explained to me that when he was in the stress center from previous attempts of suicide, he exspressed his thoughts that if he was to ever try again, it would be in the woods where he hunts with a gun. So thats how we knew where exactly we needed to go. On are way we called my grandparents, my aunts and also my uncle because they were closer and we assumed they'd get there before we could. As we were driving down...
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