Mac Foster

caught out

Freedom. Im over sitting in that damn prison cell, day in day out, with the same fuck wit, who may i add had some rank B.O. Watching the officer behind the desk fill out my paper for my much need parole. i stare daggers at the officer, before i met with the same look back.
"Okay mac, heres how its gonna go" the asshole started talking
"To get you parole you need to agree to a few things" i tune out after he says that, always saying the same things
"Im guessing you know the usual rules of parole, but since you've been in here a few times, and have had it ruff, we thought we'd throw in another slight commitment you need to go by"
" the near by foster home for teenagers that have been out of juvie has asked us to take a few of there troubled ones, cause that shit hole is overflowing, so we're giving some of the more troubled ones to parolees" my eyes dart to his, realisation clear in my eyes "like hell your giving me some smart ass, now-it-all kid to look after" i yell standing up and walking around the room
"Well then its back to the cell?"
I sit back down, not wanting to go back in there one more minute. The officer obviously takes this as a sign to keep going, "you'll get money every week to pay for all the expenses of the child". My ears perk up when here to word money. Like hell that kids getting any of the money. "there will be weekly checks for the first few months to make sure this child is healthy, clean, fed right, and no signs of any abuse, sexual assault and what not" Pfft these assholes dont care that much, yeah they might check once or maybe if that kids lucky twice but after that, that kids got no chance.

" so mac, what will it be?" Staring up at me, waiting for an answer.

Do i really want to look after some kid who i know will be more trouble than its worth? And if that kids caught doing anything its not suppose to be doing we both go back behind those bars.

"How long i gotta look after the shit head?"

"Until we're satisfied that you deserve a second chance"

I give in. The only thing on my mind is that money. I could do with some. Ive got jack shit in the fridge and paying for the house is a treck and a half.

"Whatever ill do it" the officer smiles and shakes his head, giving away the fact that what i just agreed too wasnt something of intellegence.

He hands me a peice of paper, that i wont be reading any time soon, about the foster kids.

"Come back next week, and we will tell you about the kid, then later in the week we'll have it ready for ya" i give him a dirty look with a sarcastic smileand then leave the room to get back and enjoy the peice and quiet for as long as i can.

Next week
Im making me way back into the office, with an obvious scowl on my face. I dont know why i agreed to do this shit, but all i keep telling myself is the money ill be getting every week. Yeah i know it wont be alot but its money. Who gives a shit?

I make my way to the chair in front of the same officer that gave me my parole. Never bothered to learn the dicks name, he wasnt ever someone of importance.

"Okay, lets get this over with, so your foster childs name is charlotte adams" realisation hits me after i say the name in my head, i smirk, nowing that its a girl.

I was arrested for drug dealing. They know nothing about anything else ive done to all those women. If they did, id promise you, i wouldnt be getting any foster kid any time soon.

"She was arrested for stealing, possetion of drugs and assualt of a police officer" the smirk gets a little bit bigger as the officer explains this girls story. It wont be hard to get this girl to do what ye want.

"Shes 13, born on 13/9/2000, shes apparently very shy, quiet but ive been told that she beat up another girl in her foster home, cause the other girl wouldnt do what she wanted." 13. Ill have to see what the bitch looks like. Yeah i take advantage of women, the youngest was 17, but 13, hell i aint soft but thats a kid? Ill have to see this girl before i can make any desicions on what imma do with her.

"Shes a good kid mac, she just needs alittle help getting back on track. The longer you keep her, the more money you will need to finance her, the more money you will get" damn im loving this.

"Okay here are some flyers from the foster home about how to look after one of the children and shit like that" he throws the paper down in front of me, i pick the paper up looking them.
"How hard can it be, feed her, make sure she showers, make sure shes home, aint hard man" he laughs, and shakes his head.

"Obviously have no kids of your own?" He asks like i should. I shake my head with a desgusted look on my face. I aint even wanted any of those shit heads. Too much trouble and they dont ever stop talking. They need to much attention. And i aint got time for that. I have a saint bernard but thats it. Hes a puppy so hes already annoying as hell. Even thats too much time.

"Well, since she 13, shes not independent, shes gonna need you to help her with thing, and shes gonna have to go to school, your gonna have to go with her on the first day, maybe sometimes pick her up drop her off. When she goes out with friends, she gonna want you to do the same thing. Its not just feeding her. And shes gonna want even a little bit of love or affection" the thought of giving someone affection makes me uncomfortable. Ive never had it, no ones even given me that so i dont know how to give it to someone else. I realise this is gonna be harder than i thought. But the girl will work it out. She must be pretty smart.

"Yeah whatever" i snap back at him, just wanting to go home.
He gives me her paper work, amd gives me a slight nod.

"Come back tomorrow and we'll have her ready for ya". I give him a slight not, standing and leaving the room heading back to my truck. This kids gonna get it if she fucks me over. Ill be able to keep her in line. How hard could it be?.

This book is of mac (norman reedus) from the movie red canyons. IT DOES NOT go with the story line. Im making my own up. He will still be the exact same character whole works in a meth lab in the canyon.
I hope you enjoy