dame amor ↝ steve murphy [✔]

fifty six. about time

Walt stopped the car infront of the gates of the prison that Miguel was held in. Mateo watched as several guards were posted along the gate. He never thought he would step foot back in the prison where Miguel Ángel was being held in.

"Alright, listen here kid. Your mom isn't here so you'll have me in there." Walt said as a guard pressed a button to open the gate to let Walt and Mateo in.

"Can't I go by myself?" Mateo questioned.

"You want to go into a dangerous prison with murderers inside by yourself? No way, your mom would kill me herself. Technically she already will because I'm letting you do this. Either I go in with you or you don't go in at all." Explained the man.

"Fine." Mateo said. To him, this was like arguing with Steve all over again.

Walt drove in and found a parking spot. He watched as several guards did their daily jobs of making sure the prison was secured. "Last time, you sure you wanna do this, kid?"

Mateo nodded. This was the most sure he had ever been in his life. He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door, walt doing the same. Mateo followed Walt to the main entrance of the prison. After explaining what they were there for, the guard looked at Mateo with a look that made the teenager feel uncomfortable. Mateo called it the 'you and your family deserve to die because of what your dad did' look.

"You know where to go, Breslin." The guard said to Walt as he opened the steal door for them.

Mateo instantly felt uneasy, but kept his cool as he followed Walt through a hallway. This was it, after years of not seeing Miguel Ángel, he was finally going to see him face to face.

"We have to wait here. He's still in his cell, someone will bring him out soon." Walt explained as he opened to door to the visiting area of the prison.

"How long do we have?" Mateo asked.

"I don't know. How long were you planning on talking to him?"

Mateo didn't know that. He didn't even know what he was going to talk to Miguel about. The fucking weather? Of course Miguel was definitely going to ask about his mom. He was already planning a list of things he was going to ask. He probably should've done that years ago.

Ten minutes of waiting later and a guard finally opened the door to the visiting room. In came an older man in a wheelchair being pushed by an armed guard. Miguel Ángel had aged alot. His head of brown locks were now grey and his young skin was slowly being replaced by wrinkles.

"Walt . . . What are you doing here?" The old man asked once he spotted Walt.

"Just visiting an old friend. He actually came to see you." Walt stepped aside and let Mateo do the talking. But nothing came out of Mateo's mouth. He stood feet away from the person he once called his father, wanting to tell him everything that had happened in his life since he was locked up, yet nothing came out.

"Who's this?" Miguel asked.

"It's me, Mateo." The teen boy finally spoke.

"Why are you here?"

Yup, this was going to be a long visit.