POPULAR BUT GUILTY

I awoke from my slumber when I heard the revving of a vehicle outside. I cleaned my eyes and made my way to the main entrance. A knock resonated from the door. "Who is there?" I asked.

"Emily, it's me - dad," my father said, weakly.

I swiftly opened the door and caught sight of my father. He looked dirty - like someone who had been dragged in snow and dry leaves. The right sleeve of his right was also torn open, revealing a large wound on his shoulders. He had his quiver around his back and his bow on his left shoulder. I quickly supported his weak legs. "What in the world happened to you, Dad?" I asked, supporting him to the dining area.

He took a seat in the dining area and gave out a deep sigh. "Give me water," he requested.

I rushed to the fridge.

My sister joined us in the dining area and was driven to awe the moment she saw my father's condition. "Jesus Christ! What happened to you?" She said, rushing to the basement.