I am NOT a CRIMINAL! (EXTREMELY SLOW UPDATES/MIGHT CONTINUE)

CHAPTER THREE: UNFAIRNESS

POV:
MACKY!

I woke up the next morning. My cellmate from hell remained asleep. We talked, my cell mate and I. But I never really did enjoy our conversation. The trending topic of discussion .., "Who's to Blame for the murder of Gabe?" was really starting to become a boring subject. The more we spoke about it, the more I wished I could just fade away. The gremlin Gabriel-- I'm sorry, he's dead, let me redo that... in a more respectful manner... Gabriel would have never died if I didn't let my intrusive thoughts win and take him to the store. But then again, he would have never died if Fig Pudding wasn't high. And low and behold, Powder Boy doesn't have a license to carry.

Charles was the only customer in the store-- how was I supposed to know he was going to do something like this? How long had Charles even been in the store before pulling the trigger? What went on before he decided to shoot? If he was so high-- why didn't he shoot the cashier? Why'd the kid have to go? These are questions that I just cant get off my mind. I've only been in this cell for a night. The sun is probably just rising.

Why did I let myself neglect the kid? Why did I do this?

Why did we do this?

I thought about it for a long time. A very long time. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days. By the time that a single hour had passed-- I felt like I'd been sitting on the floor for a day. I was stiff and stuck. My tailbone hurt and I was completely trapped in my head. Stuck in my thoughts. I could not escape them. There was nothing there to distract me from myself. Sure, Fig Newton-- I mean Powder-Packet--sorry I just can't resist poking fun at this guy. Must be the clown in me. Charles was here. Yeah, he could be a distraction, but the guy gets on my nerves, and he isn't a sound sleeper. Oh no. He woke up a whole lot during the night, it must be the marjuana withdrawal coursing through his veins.

I sat there with myself for a while.

Occasionally, Avocet crossed my mind, if I'm here, and this stressed out, she can't be feeling so hot either..

And that poor kid's family.

I'm ruined.

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POV:
AVOCET!

Mack needs help.., but he's a good man. I like to think that to myself so ion get all angry. He is a good man. He tries. He apologies. He's stubborn, he's a little goofy, but I can't be too mad at him. I know him well.

But man he's somethin'. I can't help but wonder, what in the hell was goin' through his head. C'mon Mack, I know we clowns and all, but what you did wasn't funny. It was arrogant thats what it was. And sometimes, more than I'd like, that's exactly what he is: Arrogant.

But then he got these times where he just... in his own way, is the exact opposite of that. And the arrogance ain't something that radiates from Mack like some sorta... toxic aura. No, he's not like that. He ain't unbearable, He just has these little slick moments. His little comebacks that get under my skin. But nobody's perfect. Lil Additude never killed nobody, and like I said, he apologizes. And when he does, he be meaning it. There ain't no better example than what he did to that man last night.

Mack punched him right in the face.

Does Mack upset me sometimes? Yes. But do I know that he cares 'bout me...? I smiled at that thought, "Yes." I said out loud, like I wasn't sittin' in my bedroom alone.

I stepped outside my mind for a moment, breathed and sat up. I've been sittin' on my bed for half an hour, wastin' time-- caught up in my head. "Let me get ready to go. " I wanted to check on the tent, because it was either unscathed, or shut down. I'm sure it's been shut down. But with the drama, I feel like I just need to see it for myself.