Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him-it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at leas...
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A few hours later, after I have showered off the scent of Taylor and gotten myself ready, I stroll through the all glass doors of the training facility. There are no classes today for the federal holiday, but that would never stop my father from holding football practice. I didn't call him first, but I know my father will be here, he always is. His job is no nine to five, especially if he's working through a particularly tough plan of attack.
I went through all of my photos from the weekend and chose the ones I would submit to the paper. I sent them to Grey right away and he responded almost immediately. He raved over them and Alyssa's insider piece on Family Weekend, that the photos will accompany. She used her pull as Anderson's girlfriend to get exclusive interviews with several players, their families, and the biggest alumni to the football program. I wouldn't be surprised if it's one of the articles that gets traction from larger sports news sources.
Alyssa sent me a snip of her article this morning too. She painted my father in a light with the brightest shades of gold. He is a star among the commoners of this city and this campus, afterall. Regardless of the strength it would take me to say that statement with a straight face, I have to give it to Alyssa. The parts about him are tasteful. Mostly comments from followers sharing my father's praise, but also about how his dedication to this school and program are driving factors for their children's lives. One quote from a former player who is now in his fourth season in the NFL claims that my dad's style of coaching provides valuable life lessons that his player's can take with them no matter where their career takes them. Apparently he and my father still have a relationship and talk regularly.
Ryan Quinn hasn't always been the most loving father figure to me, but he has been to someone. That gives me hope, that those attributes live somewhere inside of him. Alyssa and Taylor have both been insistent that other's show they care in different ways. So, maybe my father's way is to act like he doesn't care.
Which is one reason I'm walking to his office right now. I want to show my dad the pictures I chose before the issue is released. He showed an inkling of pride the other night over my photography. I'm not fishing for his compliments, but even the slightest acknowledgement that I too, should feel proud, is a step in the right direction. He sees the positivity in me, or least he's starting to. I have a newfound happiness within me and it's not forced. For once, happiness has come naturally. And for once, I'm optimistic that healing our relationship will too.
I turn the corner and walk down the long hallway. I spy through glass walls that look into the weight room to try and catch a glimpse of Taylor, but a sea of testosterone blocks any chance of a good view. My father's red door comes into view at the end of the hall. I'm nearly there when the sound of raised voices on the other side stops me in my tracks.
"You can never just do what you're told can you? How could you be so fucking reckless Callan? Do you have any idea the trouble you could be in? The trouble I could be in? Paying someone under the table? That's called a bribe Callan. You could cost me my job, your scholarship. Do you understand?"
