I feel mean. I killed a fictional child. Buuut it had to be done, and for that I am truly sorry. If i'd kept her alive then it would've resulted in a load of loose ends that i couldn't have tied up and it would have gotten weird.

Anyways, here is chapter 11.

DISCLAIMER: The Gallagher Girls series is extremely well written and therefore cannot be mine. All rights go to Ally Carter.


As they drove closer and closer towards the airport Macey's thoughts were wandering. She had killed two people tonight. Her mind flickered back to the very first time that she had ever killed someone.

It wasn't an accident, but she hadn't planned it either. She had been assigned to be the bodyguard of the daughter of the Senator of Massachusetts and one night in January, that daughter was almost killed by a man with a gun. The man had been diagnosed as clinically insane, and if Macey had known this she probably wouldn't have shot him. But she acted upon her instinct and shot the man straight in the chest. Everybody called her a hero. They praised her for her quick thinking and bravery but she didn't see it that way. She couldn't. All Macey could see herself as was a monster and a murderer. She had killed a man, and she had no idea how she was going to live with that. She had called Cammie the night that it had happened. Macey broke down in tears and couldn't contain herself.

"I...I..I killed a man Cammie and I don't know what to do and..."
"Macey. Calm down. It's okay, it's all gonna be okay."

"How do you do it? How do you sleep at night?"

"You just do. What you did, you saved a girl's life. That's why you went into the job that you did, to save people's lives. And that's what you did. Yes, you killed a man but that one man could have killed several people. And he didn't, because you stopped him. What you did was right, and when you realise that... Well that's how you sleep at night."

Despite Cammie's constant support, it still took Macey a while to accept what she had done. She replayed it over and over in her head. The man was going to shoot at the public, she shot at the man, she hit his chest, he dropped to the floor. That was the first time she had ever killed a man, but it was most certainly not the last.

Before she knew it, they were pulling into the long stay parking lot at Ronald Reagan National airport. Abby parked the car, they got their suitcases from the car and walked into the airport. They got through security and were waiting to board Macey's plane when Preston turned to face a silent, shaking Macey.

"Hey." He said, pulling her into a hug "You okay?"

"Yeah, i'm fine."

"No you're not, you're shaking."
"Honestly, i'm fine." Macey said, pulling back from the hug and smiling. She took Preston's hand in her own and, with Abby way ahead of them, they walked out towards where Macey's jet was parked. They boarded her plane quickly. Macey sat on a chair by the window, Abby sat opposite her and Preston sat on the couch. Almost as soon as they had taken off, Preston was asleep and Abby and Macey sat there, neither of them speaking.

"You okay?" Abby asked Macey, breaking the silence.

"Yeah." she replied.

"Liar."

"I killed two people, and the person who I was supposed to protect is also dead."

"Better, now i'll ask again, are you okay?"

"I killed people again, and if I tell Preston then he'll never be able to look at me the same way."

"Then don't tell him. What he doesn't know can't hurt him."

"I feel bad though."
"You can't let your emotions get in the way of your duty. We're off of American soil now, so you can stop worrying."

"I know. Just sometimes I feel like less of a government agent and more like a hitman."
"That's what we are, government minions. Sometimes its exciting, sometimes you feel like a monster. But when you realise that we do what we do because it saves people's lives then you feel a little better about it."

"Feel better about what?" Preston asked, looking up.

"You weren't asleep very long." Macey stated trying desperately to change the subject.

"It's another 2 hours, I'll probably get more sleep at some point. What time will it be when we get there?"

"We'll land at 4, security and whatnot will take another hour and then an hour to the cabin. So about 5am" Abby said sleepily.

"Abby, there's a spare bedroom just off of that corridor, you should go and get some sleep because you look exhausted." Macey insisted and Abby, for once, didn't argue and walked out to the bedroom.

"You alright"? Preston asked.

"Yep." Macey said.

"You gonna tell me what happened earlier?"

"I.. I don't think I can. You'll judge me and.."
"Macey, I don't think you understand just how much I know about your career. I know what kind of jobs the Secret Service have to do. I'm aware of how far you have to go to protect people."
"How aware? And what exactly do you know?"

"I know that you've killed people." Preston said, and Macey's stomach flipped.

"How?"

"It was a guess,but you just confirmed it. So are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Damn you." Macey shook her head, laughing slightly to herself. "You do realise that if I tell you, it kinda makes you an accessory to a crime. And if i end up in federal prison then i'll bring you down with me."
Preston laughed.

"I'm serious. You've gotta be sure that you want me to tell you, because I'm not too sure how federal prison would look on your permanent record."

"Tell me Macey, I want to know."

"I got out of the car, they walked towards me. I was talking to the first guy, trying to stall him but then Evie ran out in front of me and before me or Abby could stop him, the guy shot and the bullet hit Evie directly in the chest. She bled out and died immediately. So, out of anger, I turned and shot the first guy through the head and the second through the chest. They're dead, my shot never misses."

"This is why I try not to get on your bad side, you might turn and shoot me one day." Preston laughed a little, making light of the situation.

"That's not even funny." Macey muttered, moving over towards Preston on the couch and resting her head on his chest.

"You did the right thing. Evie just got caught up in the middle of a commotion that we couldn't stop. It's not your fault."
"You don't hate me?" She looked up at him.

"I told you, I know what your career involves. Doesn't mean that I like it, or even that I agree with it. But I understand why you do it. So no, i'm not judging you and I most certainly do not hate you." he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in closer to him.

Macey closed her eyes. They were in the sky, way up above everything and everyone. Nothing could touch her, nothing could harm her. So, wrapped in the arms of the person she loved the most, she allowed herself to fall into a deep sleep and dream of a place where the mistakes that she had made were forgotten and everything but her love for Preston was irrelevant.


It sucks...it sucks a lot. Buuut I thought I should update again, just because.

(And I reeeeaaallllyyy want to get to the Christmas chapter, but i'm excited about the Vermont chapters too.)

Thank you for reading :) x