“Stop in the name of fashion.”
“Dad, please, I’m gonna be late. I don’t have time for the fashion police right now.”
“You know the rules Macy. Your skirt is way too short. Just go change the skirt, and you can be out the door in just a few minutes.”
“Dad, it’s just some girls meeting at the church to go over a few songs. There won’t be any boys there.”
“Macy, a rule is a rule.”
“Fine.” Macy turned and stomped up the stairs. Out of all the parents in the world, how did I get stuck with the fashion police. “Your skirt’s too short. That shirt is too tight. That isn’t very modest. Are you wearing that?” For goodness sake, I’m seventeen years old, will it ever end?
Macy checked the full length mirror before heading down the stairs. “How’s this, dad?”
“Much better, be careful and don’t try to make up time by driving fast. Do you have your phone?”
“Yes, Dad, I have my phone. I’ll call you if I need you.” Macy planted a kiss on her dad’s cheek and headed for the door.
On the way to church, the traffic was heavier than usual and Macy seemed to get stopped at each traffic light. Come on, people. I’m already fifteen minutes late.
Finally at church, she took once more look in her mirror before getting out of the car. She looked around and noticed that all of her friend’s cars were there, but there was also an extra vehicle. Suddenly, there was an intense pain in her stomach and she felt nauseous. She decided to go through the back door to the office and lie on the couch for a few minutes. The pain went away, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
To make sure that she didn’t miss anything, Macy decided to turn on the monitor to the auditorium. The girls had decided to meet in there so they could use the sound system. Oh God, help us. On the stage area sat her four friends, each with a bandana tied around their head, covering their mouths. She could see that their legs were tied at the ankles and their hands were behind their backs, so she assumed the hands were tied also.
Hands shaking and knees weak, Macy walked to the door and locked it. She picked up the phone and dialed 911.
“911, what’s your emergency.”
“I’m at my church, Liberty Baptist, and there’s a man in the auditorium with my friends. He has them tied up and gagged.”
“What’s your name, sweetie?”
“My name is Macy. Could you please get someone here to help my friends? Please, hurry!” Macy couldn’t control her tears any longer, she wiped her palms on her skirt and reached for the box of tissues.
“I’m dispatching units as we speak, Macy. I need you to stay calm. Okay?”
Macy wiped at her eyes and nose, “I’ll try.”
“Okay, Macy. Did the man see you?”
“Are you sure that your friends are tied up?”
“Yes. Our church has a monitor in the office for the secretary and I can see them.”
“Does the man have a gun or any other weapon?”
“I don’t know.” Macy blew her nose and tried to breathe slowly to stop the pounding in her chest.
“You’re going to be fine, Macy. Listen to me, the police are on their way.”
“I need to call my dad.”
“Stay on the phone with me Macy. You need to stay with me until help gets there. You’re not going to hear any sirens when the police arrive, which is standard procedure during a hostage situation.”
Oh, God. A hostage situation? Please Lord, help my friends. Please keep us safe.
“Macy? There’s one unit there and two more that should be there in just a few more minutes. Are you okay?”
“No. I want to go home.”
“Just a few more minutes, okay.”
Macy watched in the monitors as three police entered with guns drawn. In just a few moments they had the man in their custody. She wanted to go to her friends, but she had a phone call to make first. She dialed the number for home and blew her nose once more.
“Dad, I need you to come to the church.”
“I’m on my way. Are you okay, Mace”
“I’m fine now. I love you, Dad.”
And the Fashion Police saves the day.
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