I'm glad I did - •Mac• (On Hold)

8.| Better than me

M A C

I sat in my cell, pressing my back against the wall, not what I wanted, but it was a start, however, I was sure my options had become dramatically smaller.

I was arrested for assault, fucking assault.

I had found him, relatively easily, but my problem started when he had back up and I came alone.

"Get the fuck up" I seethed, standing directly in front of the seated man.

They seemed to be in the middle of a poker game, high stakes I would say.

"Mac, I have no beef with you" he told me wearily, shaking his head as he did.

"That's a fucking lie!" I spat, "If you had none before I promise that you do now"

"Making a call?" The officer on guard asked as he passed me for the hundredth time.

"Huh? Yeah" I agreed, standing and placing my hands through the open part of the bars.

I know the drill.

He cuffed me, clanking the door open to let me out, leading me down the halls and into the room that held the phone.

I sat down, picking it up, I knew who to call.

"Mac Rodriguez" I stated, waiting for my call to be accepted.

"Mac?" Her sweet voice was shaking when she spoke, that broke my heart a little.

"Yeah, don't hang up" I begged, I didn't really care if she left me here to die, I needed to hear her voice, to remind me what all of this was for, it's for her.

"Why would I?" She asked, "What did you do?" She sounded exhausted, probably thanks to me going psychotic and then tearing out of there half lit.

"Assault" I said plainly, I could easily get out of here today, and get right back to work, but I knew a couple of things.

Macey, probably, wouldn't allow it, and that was enough to keep me from doing it.

"I think I need to hit something" she sighed.

"Try the support beam out front, kinda hits back, but I think I softened it up for ya" I told her, trying to make light of the situation.

When do I ever care?

"I'll come get you" she told me, ignoring my attempt to lighten the mood.

"You don't ha-" the line went dead.

Well, the ol' lady is pissed.

The guard took me back to my cell, to wait for Macey.

M A C E Y

I stormed into the jailhouse, frantically looking around for any sign of someone to help me.

I could hear laughter down the hall, and eventually Mac came into view, his eyes searched the room until they landed on me, he smiled...i didn't.

instead i shot him a glare, crossing my arms over my chest and tapping my foot impatiently on the concrete floor.

"Shit, you sure I can't stay here?" Mac asked looking at the guard next to him. He thought he was funny, but not for long.

"Unhappy wife, makes for a very unhappy life" The guard chuckled, " If you want my advice id go on home and fix this mess as soon as possible" 

Mac nodded, crossing the distance between us until he was stood directly in front of me, "Sorry baby" he cooed.

"Not yet you're not" I informed him with a mischievous smile of my own. I had work for him, and plenty of it.

we signed the papers allowing us to leave the jail, before making our way outside. i hopped in the drivers side, with Mac in the passenger.

"Wheres your truck?" I asked as i started the ignition.

Mac thought for a moment, either he didn't remember, or he didn't want to tell me. i was getting it out of him either way.

"Mac?" i got his attention after waiting way too long for my answer.

"Thunder Mountain" he sighed, "up near the trail head" he immediately shifted in his seat, playing with his thumbs.

i started the drive there, without asking any questions, he didn't want to tell  me what had happened and i didn't feel like starting yet another argument, so i simply drove him back to his truck in silence.

I thought back to how he told me he was arrested for assault and silently wondered whom it may have been that he assaulted, and what was it over? Drugs? 

Could Mac be doing drugs again?

I shook my head, erasing the thought.

He wouldn't do that to me... would he?

"Mac?" i whispered into the once more silent air.

"Hmm?" he hummed, turning to face me.

"...are you.. are you doing drugs?" I choked.