Chapter Two

Casey calmly made her way into her appartment, making sure to not wake anyone. The rain was still creeping down the windows and every now and then thier was a rumble of thunder. The storm wasn't giving out anytime soon. She pulled off her soaked sweater to revile her brunette hair that was so drenched it clung to her cheeks.

"Damnit." she whispered, annoyed she pulled off her dirty converse shoes.

"Casey is that you?" her mother asked around the corner.

"Yeah, mom its me. I'm just getting ready for bed." Casey stood really still praying to God that her mother would pass back out.

"Okay, baby. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night mom." she crossed her fingers, thanked God and ran to her room.

The next morning her mother didn't ask any question about the night before. Normaly her mother was very on track with that stuff. If Casey wasn't at home by at least midnight, her mother would be calling all of New York City, not to mention her father and half the damn police department would be looking for her.

"When is your father coming to get you?" her mother asked cleaning the table from breakfast.

"I don't know. He just said morning." she shrugged.

"Well what were you planning on doing?" she dropped all the dishes into the sink. Casey was suprised none of them broke. Her mother would get like this when Casey was spending the weekend with him. Her parents had a bad split and well its really messed up Casey relationship with her dad. She never hated him or anything like that, but it just wasn't a stong father - daughter relationship.

"I don't know, mom." she said pulling a bag over her shoulder.

" Maybe you should change before he gets here."

"Why, mom? What do I care what dad thinks of my life style?"

"Your 18 years old, you should have grown out of the whole 'rockstar' stage."

"Mom, Im 18, I still have plenty more years to do whatever the hell I want."

"Casey - " her mother was interupted by a car horn outside.

"And mom you need to get over it."

"Exscuse me?" she crossed her arms.

"Your just freaking because if I don't act like a princess around him, you're afraid that he'll think that you messed up."

"Casey." she sighed. "You know that's not true."

"I gotta go." she grabbed a bottled water and ran out the door.

Mac waited in his car and smiled when he seen his daughter come running out the doors and to his car.

"Hey." she said jumping in the car and slamming the door.

"You got everything?" he asked giving her a kiss on the forhead.

Casey nodded. "Yeah."

Mac pulled out of the lot and onto the busy New York streets.

"Where are we going?" she asked when they started going in the wrong direction.

"I need to stop at work and - " Mac begun, but stopped when he saw his daughters disapointed face. "Sorry."

"I understand. It's your job and all."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." she lied. Casey knew that she was 18 years old now, she had to grow up and face up to the facts.

"I promise that we are going to spend a lot more time together, okay?"

"Okay."

" I know its your last summer before college and you probably have better things to do, but I would really like to spend sometime."

"Sounds good. I really don't have so many plans for the summer."

"What?" Mac laughed. "It's the last time you and your friends can hang out and have fun before you all leave."

"Well - most of them have already left and a lot I don't really care to hang out with anymore so - yeah."