Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Twelve: Jesus's Prayer

Btw, I think last chapter was my favorite chapter I've ever written. Idk I'm just really proud of it. 😁

A week had passed since Trisha got her job, and things were ok. Since Mac had opened up to her once, he actually talked about random little things like what he had for breakfast and such. They hadn't dove as deep as when Mac had opened up and spilled almost everything to her. Trisha was liking her job, and more inmates were opening up to her and talking about why they were in there. Her favorite patients however had to be Mac. He had grown as a person so much, it was beautiful. She couldn't wait for their next meeting. Michael had no idea about her affair with Mac either, and Trisha still felt guilty about it. Michael was her husband, and the father of her daughter. She should've controlled herself better, shouldn't have let lust take over. But Michael didn't know, and he'd never find out.

It was Tuesday afternoon, and her first patient was Jesus. She was sitting in his office reading the files of the patients, discovering interesting, and slightly horrific, things about various inmates. As it turned out, the psychopath who stuck heads in jars had a daughter who was murdered by some lady. After that he went insane, and imagined the heads in the tanks as the woman who took his little girl away.

When the door knocked, Trisha didn't bother getting up. "Come in!" She called, tucking the files away as Jesus came in, looking a little concerned and stressed. "Hey, Jesus. How've you been?" Trisha asked, grabbing her clipboard and pen and going over to sit on her chair while Jesus sat on the couch.

"Ok, I think." He mumbled, gnawing on his lip while staring at the floor.

"Is something bothering you?" Trisha asked, glancing up at him.

Jesus rested his face in his hands, groaning a little. "I almost kissed Mac."

Trisha was taken aback, surprised by his response. Maybe that's why Mac looked like he was concentrating while we had sex. "Did it go well?"

Jesus shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe? We didn't actually, ya know, lock lips or anything." He said.

"What happened?"

Jesus sighed heavily and shifted in his seat. "Well he was organizing stuff in the janitors' closet, right? And he was with one of the guards, Holden. Well she said something and he just...went off on her. Yelling about how he couldn't sleep because of what he did, and how he regretted it, and how he was a monster."

Trisha nodded. "What happened after that?"

Jesus sighed. "He wasn't happy to see me. He stormed down the hall, and then Holden went down the other way. I stuck around, did Mac's chore, and went after him. I wanted to see if I could help, ya know? Anyway I followed him to the gym, and luckily it was empty. Usually if there were Heathens inside a Saint can't go in. Do it was just Mac and I, and he didn't seem bothered by me being there."

"So you tried to kiss him?" Trisha asked, arching an eyebrow.

"No, not at that time. So we worked out, and I was ready to go. And...well I told him that I didn't think he was a monster." Jesus said, leaning back on the couch. "He got pissed, and pinned me against the wall. He told me not to tell another soul or he'd kill me."

"You weren't scared?" Trisha inquired.

Jesus shrugged. "A little bit, but I was also kinda turned on, ya know? I mean, he was shirtless and pinning me against a wall - Mac has a nice body." He chuckled. Trisha smiled, deciding not to let on that she knew.  "So, I kinda made a move. A subtle move, like I 'accidentally' let my hand brush his hip, and then I moved my hand to his shoulder, and he...he let me. He didn't stop or pull away. I almost leaned up to kiss him, but some Heathens came in at that moment. Just my luck."

Trisha smiled kindly, but deep down in her dark conscience, she was a little envious that Jesus liked Mac and almost got a kiss out of him. "Do you think he would've let you kiss him?"

Jesus shrugged. "He never pulled away when I touched him, and when I leaned a little bit he didn't move. Maybe?" He sighed and laid out on the couch. "I think I still like him. A lot."

Trisha wrote that down, and glanced up at him. "If he did like you, would you two date?"

Jesus smirked slightly. "Yeah, why not? I mean, have you seen his arms?" He chuckled. "Mm, I'd love to love him."

Trisha stiffened her jaw slightly. "Do you think he swings that way?"

Jesus's smile fell and he shrugged. "Straight guys here sometimes turn gay because there aren't any women around, minus the guards, but I don't know about Mac. It seems like he doesn't care about sex."

Boy are you wrong. "Well maybe he just isn't, you know, homosexual." She said.

Jesus sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "I know, you're probably right." He sounded defeated, and Trisha couldn't help but feel a small flash of victory.

"I'm sure you can find someone else." She said.

Jesus nodded. "I think I could, but I dunno, Mac and I...were kinda opposites, but like, the same, ya know? Those first couple year I was his right hand man were great. Man I'd give anything to get those years back." He sighed. "Maybe I should've been clearer with my words. Instead, I chose to be vague. I'm a dumbass."

"You're not a dumbass," Trisha said. "Mac probably just didn't understand. Maybe he thought you were trying to take his power."

"I know that's what he thought. He said it out loud." Jesus sighed. "He said something like 'Don't fucking talk to me again, cause all you want is power'."

Trisha nodded. Jesus stared up at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of Mac. Mac was damaged, broken, hurt. He found that he wanted to treat Mac's wounds, to help him deal with what he did. He wanted to be there for him, despite them being enemies. He...did he love Mac? No, no there was no way. A crush, yes, but love? No, they barely talked anymore. They had gone a year without speaking, and Jesus didn't know much about Mac's personal life. He knew the reason that Mac was in here, and he had vowed to keep Mac's secret safe. Maybe he should try to talk to Mac some more. Get friendly again. Why would Mac think he was trying to steal his power when Jesus had plenty of his own. It was clear to him, at least, that he wanted to be with Mac. He wanted Mac's attention and affection.

And slowly, Jesus started to form a plan to talk to Mac.