Chapter 2
At lunch Macalleigh and Samantha sat together, and as they were talking Trent walked up.
"Hi there...my name is Trent, and you are?"
Smiling shyly..."I'm Macalleigh and this is my friend Samantha."
"Cool...can I sit with you? Lunchroom is a little crowded today."
"Sure..moving down on the bench Trent sat beside Macalleigh.
"So tell me about yourself?"
"Not much to tell. I have one brother and sister, a father who's my hero and not just because he's NY's finest, my mom, she's also a detective. Myself. I like reading, firing guns on the shooting range with my dad on week-ends along with my Uncle Danny and Don who are also detectives."
"Wow...should I avoid you now with all those men in your life? I may just get myself shot for looking at something as beautiful as you."
Now Macalleigh wasn't dumb she knew a line when she heard one.
"Oh...that was good, very original."
"You know what Macalleigh you're right, let me try again. "My name is Trent and it's wonderful to meet you."
Smiling just because he was very handsom and sweet, she said..."it's very nice to meet you too."
After lunch Trent walked Macalleigh to her next class.
"Hey listen...would you like to meet me on class break next period? I'd really like to get to know you better, and that's not a line."
"Okay...sounds good. I'll see you then."
Heading into the classroom Samantha asked..."well...spill."
Laughing she said..."there's nothing to tell...yet."
When the last period rolled around Trent was waiting for Macalleigh.
"Hi there, who's picking you up?"
"My dad, he should be out there now."
"Well come on then I'll walk you out."
Heading out of the school giggling Mac seen his daughter in that cut off shirt she forgot to change.
"Macalleigh Marie Taylor."
Looking at her dad she seen he was angry. Then looking at herself she realized she had on the shirt.
"Shit...sorry, pardon my french. Listen Trent I'll see you tomorrow."
"But wait... hey Macalleigh."
Slamming the car door Mac pulled out of the lot.
"Why Macalleigh?"
"Come on dad it's just a shirt you need to stop babying me."
For Mac that was never going to happen. For she was his first born, his Angel who had survived alot of years of hell.
"No..I don't need to calm down and if you want to be grown up young lady act like it. Defying your parent is not being grown up, it's being childish. You are grounded for three days and no shooting at the range this week-end."
Pulling up at the house Macalleigh slammed the door and ran up to her room.
"Macalleigh...sweetheart? Macalleigh."
"Mac, what's going on?"
"Your daughter brought that shirt to school with her, she was wearing it all day."
"Mac..."
"Never mind Mac, I can't believe she disobeyed me."
"Calm down this isn't all Macalleigh's fault. I allowed her to take it. She's not hurting anything by wearing it. It's the style."
"Style...look Sty..."
"Oh Mac just stop. She's fifteen and in high school, let her grow up and make some choices of her own."
"Let her grow up, she..."
"MAC!! Why are you always so rough on her? She loves you so much, she calls you her hero. Tells everyone that will listen...my dad's a hero, my dad's the best, my dad, my dad, my dad, that's all she ever goes on about. She's a very smart girl so allow her some breathing space before you push her away."
As much as Mac knew Calleigh was right, he just couldn't accept it. Didn't want to. He wanted to keep his safe.
"Fine..I'll go talk to her."
Kissing her husband on the lips he headed upstairs.
Knock,knock.
"Who is it?"
"It's daddy Angel can I come in?"
"I guess."
Opening the door he seen his Angel's eyes misted in tears.
"Macalleigh...I'm sorry I was so angry with you. I didn't mean to be. It's just you are my baby, you will always be my little Macalleigh with your blonde hair and turquoise eyes."
"I know that dad but you need to trust me. After all you raised a very smart girl. You have nothing to worry about."
Sitting beside her on her bed Mac noticed she was looking at her photo album.
"May I Angel?"
"Sure dad, go ahead."
When he opened the album he was expecting to see picture's of the family, but it wasn't, oh no, inside was a whole scrapbook full of her dad from his war days, to his accomplishments and awards for being one of NY's finest. But the pic that made him tear up, was the one of him holding her in his arms when she was born. The love, the expression, the joy, that said..."this is my Angel, isn't she a beauty."
Watching her dad's expression and seeing his tear drop, she took her hand and wiped them away.
"I love you daddy, you are my hero."
Looking into his daughter's eyes he tried to see through the mist of them and pulling her into his arms he rocked her, rocked her like he used to when she was small. Watching from the door Calleigh knew that Mac was his daughter's world and without each other they would not survive.
Closing the door she headed back downstairs.
End Chapter