Freaks

22(Continued)

A/N~ ^Bitch I got this from google. I like the dark gloom of this one so yeah:()

Wishful thinking that life would get better for Malakai; he hoped someone would say, "here's a million bucks." and toss the money to his face. The fantasy of living somewhere far away, out in those meadows in a three-story mansion; living as he planned where his sister finished school, his father would still be home when he wanted to see him, he'd give away every last penny he owned, and he'd be in love; only half of those things can come true.

The other half is impossible.

The other half is a new weight on his shoulders that he can barely carry.

He steps through a glass door that writes county jail. He imagined himself here, behind bars, at least a few times when he got caught doing crazy things, but he never imagined having to be here for his father.

After Daniel got the information from Malakai, he told him to plan a visit with Paul...that was three weeks ago. Malakai let it float up in the air far too long, now he's dragging himself into this place.

There are a lot of people inside, a lot of quiet people. People looking down at the clipboards of paperwork, making noise with their pens against the papers. Other people are waiting impatiently on their phones, sniffles, coughs, phones ringing, mouses clicking.

He walks up to the front desk where a mean, old-looking lady with glasses at the edge of her nose gives him a judgemental glance, "What can I help you with?"

"I made an appointment for a visit." He replies.

She turns and smacks gum in her mouth as she tap-dances her fingers on her computer keyboard, "Inmate's name?"

"Paul Olsen."

"And your name?"

"Malakai Olsen."

"It says he put down Kai Olsen, is that correct?"

"Yes."

She gives him a side-eye, "May I see an ID, please?"

He digs in his beaten-up wallet to find his license and slides it onto her desk. She takes it and scans it over, lifting her head to read through her lenses. She types in some numbers, today's date, and checks a box.

She slides it back to him, "He'll be in the second room to your right, sir. Take a seat in chair three and he'll join you shortly."

He nods and thanks her, slipping his card back into his wallet and shoving it down in his back pocket. He gets to the room where there are fewer people in it, they chatter low to each other, some barely talk at all, just sit and stare at the prisoner trapped behind the glass.

Malakai sits in chair three, no one's close to him, no one's nearby. As he waits, he wonders what he's going to say, what his father will say. He looks at his gritty hands from a long day at work and smiles to himself in anger.

His smile drops when he hears the door open on the other side. He knows it's his father just from the footsteps, he hears another pair of footsteps following him, an officer, unhooking his handcuffs. He hears Paul's voice mumble a question to the officer, he gets a response and walks his way into Malakai's window.