Growing up McGarrett

Dad

Note: Hi all I'm really sorry I haven't updated this story. It's been a hell of a year. I'll try to keep it more regularly updated in future.

I sat in the corridor waiting for my dad to arrive. Mr. Thompson's secretary had rung him and asked him to come in to see the principal, that there had been an 'incident' involving his daughter. He was at a crime scene so couldn't come straight away but would as soon as he could. Mr. Thompson said I was to wait not go back to class. Not a good sign. As I waited I thought about what had just happened and what was going to happen. My stomach was like a scrunched up piece of paper. Why had I been so stupid? She wanted this scenario to happen, maybe not how it happened but she wanted me in serious trouble and I played right into her hands. Dumb, dumb, DUMB! I hit my forehead with the heal of my hand. Prime fucking idiot Sam, that's what you are. Jesus he is going to kill me.
I heard him before I saw him, that familiar step as he strode down the corridor. Next thing I was looking at his shoes standing in front of me. "Samantha" he said questioningly in that low steeled voice and my stomach squeezed even tighter, "what's going on?"  I couldn't look up at him. I knew he'd take one look in my eyes and know everything, ninja father skills or navy seal skills, or both, I don't know but he's got these super abilities. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I glanced up quickly and he was standing, arms folded across his chest, face set in 'don't mess with me' look and eyebrows raised in question. Another stomach summersault, jeez my stomach could be doing a floor routine in the olympics at the rate it was flipping. He cleared his throat, a sign he was waiting for me to answer his question. Just then the door to the office opened and Mr. Thompson greeted my dad like he was there for a chat. "Steve! How are you? Come on in." Then to me, "I will call you in shortly Samantha". My father shook his hand, returned the greeting and shooting me a warning look went into the office.
I sat there, biting my nails, waiting to face the firing squad. I could hear the murmur of their voices but not what was being said. Until it got suddenly louder and I heard my dad exclaim "She said WHAT?!". Shit, shit, shit! Was it too late to run, take my chances? I'd probably be off the school grounds by the time they realised I was gone. But where then? How do you get off an island when every cop in the place will be looking for you? Obviously I'm not a criminal mastermind! While I was contemplating my future life on the run, the buzzer went off and the green light came on, I was to go in. Oh shit!
I walked into the office, my heart thumping in my ears and feeling like I was going to throw up. My legs were like jelly and it felt like an eternity to walk to the spot that I stood in earlier. I could feel dad's eyes burning into me. The air in the room was thick with his anger and disappointment. I couldn't return his gaze. I stood in the spot and looked at my hands. The seconds ticked by feeling like hours, oh God someone please say something. Mr. Thompson broke the silence. "Samantha I've discussed the situation with your father. Needless to say we are both very disappointed in your behaviour today. Unfortunately I have no option but to suspend you for the rest of the week." Three days suspension, shit, well at least he wasn't expelling me. "During that time you will compose a letter of apology to Ms. Higgins", at that my head shot up with indignation "But I", my father shot me a look that said Don't you dare, so I lowered my eyes again and mumbled a yes sir. He continued "I expect the letter to be on my desk first thing Monday morning. Of course Ms. Higgins is perfectly within her rights to refuse your re-admittance to her class, so you better be sincere in your apology. Is that clear?". I sigh and reply yeah. With that dad springs out of his chair, grabs my arm, turns me around and delivers a wallop to my ass, whack. "Ow! Dad!" I say with shock. "Answer Mr. Thompson respectfully" he orders, his voice filled with anger. "Yes sir" I say looking at the principal, "sorry sir". God I'm dumb, I thought to myself, answering yeah to a person of authority, in front of my dad! I really must have a death wish today. My ass stung from the slap and my cheeks burned with the embarrassment of it, but I knew that was nothing compared to what was to come.
Mr. Thompson got up and shook my father's hand thanking him for coming in, my dad thanking him in return and apologising on my behalf. I was still standing there thinking about the fact that I had to write bitchface a letter of apology. I wasn't sorry! Well I was kind of sorry for the way I'd handled things but not really sorry for finally standing up to her. I'd apologise to her over my dead body! Mind you that was a distinct possibility once dad was finished wth me. Next thing I realised both men were looking at me expectantly. Shit had I been asked something? Think quick Sam! "Em, I'm sorry Mr. Thompson" I said half questioning. It seemed to satisfy them as they said their goodbyes and my dad steered me out the door and out of the school. "Get in the truck" he ordered but aside from that he said nothing. We drove home in silence. You could cut the tension with a knife and I'd swear there was steam coming out of his ears. I'd sat in the back, out of reach of those giant hands, just in case. Right now they were both gripping the steering wheel so tightly I thought it might break. Maybe I should say something? What could I say that wouldn't make it worse? I could try grovelling, appeal to his soft daddy side. The thing was I think his soft side was being murdered by his authoritarian commander side right at that moment and I don't think there was anything I could do to save it. He's big on respect for authority, no bad language, obey the rules (although he breaks rules all the time) and I had broken all of his most important ones. I thought we might be going to his office, I'd get a couple of hours reprieve while he worked, but no he took the route to home. As we got closer my heart beat faster and my stomach was doing it's 10 point routine. Then we were home and walking, still in silence, into the house.