•~BOOK ONE•~
Mackinzy McCall is a few months younger than her brother Scott McCall. Agent Rafe McCall was a very heavy drinker. One night at a club he had hooked up with a women and gotten her pregnant. His four month pregnant wife, Melissa wasn't v...
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Chapter Fifteen
Mac's POV
When Scott woke up, Derek dropped me off at home. He had Boyd bring his car to the Vet's. When I entered my house, my grandma was surprisingly there. She was asleep on the pullout couch. The tv was on some random channel. I quickly made my way to my room and pulled out my laptop. I needed to find something on my family history. My mom didn't tell me much about her family. Mostly just about the McCalls. All I know is her last name was Baker. Her name was Elaine Ganis Baker. I need answers and I need them now. I went to my grandpa's office and went looking at books and papers. Old people usually have something that has ties with family history. I looked for about an hour and right as I was about to give up, I found a book. It was old. The spine was worn and peeling.
When I opened it, I discovered it to be a photo album. It looked dated back a couple generations. Nothing too early. I flipped through it, looking at pictures of people I've never met. Pregnant people, babies, kids, random adults. I started coming up on pictures of my grandparents. My grandma was young, holding a three year old version of my mom. As I went on, the ages grew. There were no pictures of my mom as a baby or any age under three. I know I don't know a lot, well actually anything about my mom's past or family but this is weird. I yawned and looked at the clock.
"It's getting pretty late." I mumbled to myself. I grabbed the book and headed to my room. I'll find ask my grandmother about it tomorrow. Right now, I need sleep. I laid down and tried my best to get some rest. It didn't really work out as planned. I tossed and turned all night. I maybe got five hours in total. After I was actually starting to get that good REM sleep, a loud voice wakes me up.
"Who told you it was alright to go in there?" My grandma yelled, storming in my room. I looked at her kind of confused at first but spotted the old photo album. "Why the hell would you go into his private study?" Her voice was making my head hurt. I could practically hear the pounding in my ear.
"Calm down, woman. I was just looking for something that was about her." I said, mostly not lying. "About my mom. She never told me anything about her family or past." My grandmother's eyes softened. I had never met them before I had to move here, I barely even heard about them. It broke my grandmother's heart.
"If you have some questions, I'll answer them." She said sitting next to me on my bed. She grabbed the photo album on my nightstand and opened it. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and ran my hair through my tangled bed hair. "You know, she wasn't always bad. She used to be very sweet. She used to be the kindest girl I knew." She said, looking at a picture of my mother.
"What happened? What changed?" I asked because my mom was neither of those when I knew her.
"When she found out she was adopted, she started acting out. I think it was McCall that really broke her though." My grandma said, but I was stuck on the adopted part.
