What Would've Happened

One of the First Days

(Back tracking to one of the first days Mac was in prison.)

[Suggested by __countrygurl__ ] :)

But if I was a superhero I would break free
Wouldn't need anyone to come and save me
And you couldn't make me, feel like I'm crazy
I would see my baby, I would see my baby

And if I was a superhero I would break free
And I wouldn't be in prison wherever you take me
I would change everyone that's trying to change me
I would see my baby, I would see my baby

Superhero; The Flobots

(Has nothing to do with the chapter, but I just heard it and immediately thought of Mac. :) )

Mac:

I was waiting in the lunch line. I was already situated in one of the cell blocks with a cell mate. Some skinny white guy. He was actually right behind me at the time.

Suddenly, as I stepped forward, someone kicked my shin, like a little, annoying kid. I ignored it. I wasn't in the mood for any fights. I missed Angie. A lot. And the baby.

The same guy kicked my heel again. I groaned, and turned around. It was that pathetic twig who supposedly murdered someone.

"You need somethin', punk?" He demanded. He was trying too hard to sound tough.

"Quit kickin' me, twig." I growled. Around us, the other prisoners went "Ohhh!" And "Take 'me!"

I rolled my eyes and turned back around. Suddenly, a small weight jumped onto my back, making me drop my tray. The twig guy started pounding at my shoulders, like some sort of child.

"Get the fuck off me!" I roared, reaching behind me. The guy avoided my grasp, and continued to hit me with his tiny fists. They actually started hurting after a moment, and I knew there were gonna be bruises. I grabbed some guys tray, (he yelled at me) and started whacking the guy on my back. He clung onto my jumpsuit, and I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder.

"What the fuck, man?" I demanded. Was this guy on drugs or something? I ignored it, and did the dirtiest move in the book; fall onto my back. I felt him stilling under me. I sat up, and, before he could run, I turned back around. I brought my fist back, and brought it down onto his face.

I punched him until the security guards came in and ripped me off of him. I was tossed onto the ground. My hands were pinned behind me, and cuffs chained them together. I was then ripped back to my feet. The other guy was on his feet, too. He was also glaring at me, like it was my fault.

"Flanery, my office. Now." The warden ordered. The guard shoved me forward, out of the mess hall.

Once inside the wardens office, I'm chained to a chair. Moments later, the warden entered.

"Mr. Flanery. You're new here, so I'm gonna go easy on you. That little feller's name is Tyson. He's in here for some pretty messed up shit." The warden muttered, kicking back in his chair and setting his feet on the desk.

"What's he on for?" I asked.

"Can't tell ya that, but I can tell ya that he'll pick fights with anyone. Don' let him git to yer head." The warden stated. "So, Mac, is it?"

"Yeah."

"Ya got any family, Mac?" Why was he being so nice to me?

"Why're you bein' nice to me?" I countered.

"Jus' bein' friendly. Now, Mac, ya got any family?" He repeated.

"I have a dad in Utah." I muttered. I didn't want to get too deep into my history.

"That it? No siblings? Cousins?"

"Grew up in a broken home. Don' think I ever had any grandparents. Mom died of a meth overdose." I explained, leaving Emma out of it.

"I'm sorry. That must be tragic." The warden apologized.

"Not really. Bitch was a meth smokin' whore." I grumbled. "Never really home."

"Who took care of you?"

"No one. Sold my moms supply for money." For me and Emma.

"Any siblings?" Dammit. The hard one.

"Yeah. Little sister." I mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Where is she now?" God damn! Can you take a fuckin' hint? I pointed to the ceiling, not looking at him. "Oh. I'm so sorry."

"Don't bother. She's in a better place." I muttered.

"You cared about her?"

"When the hell did this turn into a therapy session?" I demanded. "If ya wanna put me on therapy, have a fuckin' professional!"

"I'm sorry, Mac. Do you have anyone else? Anyone who'd bail you out?"

"Yeah. But they don' have the money. I don' want them to bail me out." I muttered, fixing him with a stone cold glare.

"Who are they?"

"Why so many fuckin' questions?" I snapped.

"Just answer a few more, and ya can go." He stated. "Who are they?"

I shifted in my seat. "Angie."

"Girlfriend?" I nodded. "How'd you two meet?"

"Don' wanna talk 'bout it." I muttered.

"Mac, just answer this one question and you can go free. Deal?" I could tell he was getting irritated.

"I ain't proud of it." I mumbled, looking away.

"Why?"

"Cause. I'm a drug cookin' rapist. I'll let you figure out how we met." I snarled.

The wardens bushy grey eyebrows knit together. "Alright Mac. Thank you. You may go."

And I was released. The security guards took me to the commons, and let me go. I sighed, sitting down on the couch. Some football game was on. I didn't care.

I missed my Angie.