Warning [5SOS]

Bailedout

Michael Clifford sat in his jail cell on the rickety bottom bunk with his head between his legs. He thought about her all the time and hated it. Usually it was easy to forget a pretty face but this time something was different. The sound of keys on a belt buckle echoed through the hallway to his cell. A guard must have stopped by. The bars opened and a voice broke through to him "get up" it said.

Michael looked up to make sure this was all happening and not just in his mind. Sure enough there was a guard at the cell entrance holding it open "I said get up" he repeated.

"Why?" Michael asked.

"You've been bailed out" the guard said apathetically.

Michael stood up and walked out the door with the gloomy guard by his side "who bailed me out?" He asked as they walked down the hallway.

"Your parents" he said with the same monotoned voice.

Michael froze, he hadn't seen his parents in a year. How did they find out about all this? Why did they still care? His mind raced with questions but he was pushed along by the guard until they reached the front desk.

Michael stood there still in his confining orange jumpsuit. He made eye contact with a women in the waiting room but quickly adverted his eyes when he realized who she was.

"Michael!" She said surprisingly sounding excited.

He looked up slightly. She had started to walk over with a man by her side.

"My baby boy, what have you gotten yourself into?" She asked not wanting an answer.

"Mrs. Clifford could you please sign these papers for me and then we'll have your son all ready to be taken home" the receptionists said pushing a packet towards Michael's mother and handing her a pen.

She picked up the pen and scribbled her signature on the dotted lines. She handed the form back to the receptionist and Michael was taken through the back way where he was given his clothes and other belongings.

"You'll end up back here in no time" the guard said pushing Michael out the door and into the lobby where his parents greeted him.

He shuffled his feet awkwardly as they stared at each other. His mother finally gave him the longest hug he'd ever received while his father eyed him disapprovingly.

"We were so worried about you!" His mother said finally letting go of her son.

"Why?" Michael asked confused.

"Because we love you" she responded.

"Still?" He asked again confused on why they still cared...or at least why his mother still cared.

"What do you mean still? Honey we never stopped" his mother rubbed his shoulder lovingly "come on let's get you home"

They walked through the lobby with all the faces staring at them. The criminal and his parents walking arm and arm out the door of the prison. Finally reaching the safety of the car Michael buckled up in the backseat. His father got behind the wheel and his mother sat next to him on the passengers side. After what seemed like years of questions and stories being told they finally made it home.

"We'll get you inside and feed you, then you can hang around the house or something" his mother said happy to have someone to baby over. She opens the door and got out.

Michael reached for his buckle but the stern voice of his father made him pause "hold on there" he said looking at him through the rearview mirror "what the heck did you do?" He asked.

"Nothing" Michael blatantly lied.

His father rolled his eyes "well obviously something" He said with an almost angry tone.

"I just, messed up..." Michael shook his head "I don't want to talk about it"

"Well we'er sure as heck gonna talk about it!"

"I robbed a bank alright!" He yelled out of annoyance "well I tried to at least...Greendale son of a bit-"

His father gave him the death stare.

"-ter women...caught me" Michael recovered roughly.

His father shook his head disapprovingly "where did I go wrong in raising you? I taught you wrong from right didn't I?"

"Yes.."

"Then why are you robbing banks and hurting people!"

"I don't know.."

"You sure as heck know!"

"It's hell dad!" Michael yelled "not heck! Hell! Like where I'm going when Jay puts a bullet through my head!"

The car became quiet when Michael realized he said too much. After a few seconds of looking at each other Michael got out and slammed the car door shut.

His Father watched him stomp back into the house and slam the front door "he called me dad.." He said "he never-...he called me dad"