Disclaimer: I don't own Ladder 49 I only own Allison

Author's Note: This will only be four chapters long.

Ladder 49

Allison Morrison

My name is Ally Morrison and I'm 15 years old; this is a small story about 4 very important events in my life. My father Jack Morrison was part of Engine 33 on the Baltimore fire department. After a good friend of his, Dennis passed he decided to move up in the department. So instead of putting out fire's he's saving people. Let me start you off, one night I was watching my little brother and sister while my mom and dad were at the hospital because he hurt his hands in some way.

Nicky, my brother was playing a video game and Brooke, my sister was asleep in my lap. My mom walked in with my dad following behind her. I looked at his hands and saw they were wrapped up completely.

"What happened?" Nicky asked.

"I just got hurt at work." He said calmly.

"Does it hurt?"

"No not anymore."

He looked over at me and smiled.

"Hey Al."

He was the only one I let call me Al but I didn't even respond to him I just gently lifted my sister's head and walked into my bedroom shutting the door behind me. I laid down on my bed and buried my head in the pillow. I heard a knock on my door.

"Go away." I mumbled.

"Al, can I come in?"

"No."

He didn't listen instead he walked in slowly. He sat on the side of my bed and rubbed my back the best he could with bandaged hands. I shifted away from him.

"Hey Al, what's going on?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You don't want to talk about it or you don't want to talk to me about it."

"I don't want to talk to you about it."

"Oh come on Al we've always been able to talk, please?"

I sighed and turned around to face him. I had tears streaming down my cheeks and he looked upset too.

"Hey, hey, hey what is going on with you?" He asked softly.

"I don't want to worry about you anymore but I can't help it every time you leave the house I pray to god that you come home every night but I'm afraid that if I miss one day you won't come back to me. I love you dad I can't lose you."

I threw my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Al you can't think like that. I'm trained not to get hurt; I've been training for a long time now."

"Can you promise me that you'll always come home?" I asked pulling away a little to look at him.

"I'm sorry Al, I can't do that. It's just there's no such thing as a sure thing meaning I may not come home one night but I can promise you that I will never leave your heart."

"Okay…"

"We're good?"

"Of course dad, I can never stay mad at you for long."

He smiled and I returned it. He gave me a hug and a kiss goodnight then left my room whispering I love you before he left.