Hello and welcome to my third edition of Michael or Mac.
I need to thank Blue for your help with editing, and also I would like to thank Tony for your valuable advice to improve my writing.
Please, as always, enjoy, and leave a score. Your comments are always welcome as long as they are constructive.
As always, all sexually active characters are over the age of 18.
A quick recap: Michael/Mac is being pulled out of his double life by rekindling a friendship that he turned his back on five years previously. He feared that people her got close to die, so he did what any eleven-year-old would do and hide.
Michael/Mac has four guardian angels that keep watch over him as he struggles with his life. Susan Harper, who was his guardian at one time, saw it was time to push him back towards the one person everyone but Michael knows he belongs with.
Emma had been waiting patiently for Mac to come back into her life. She did not realize that the strange boy at the back of some of her classes who wears wrap-around glasses, a beanie, and a hoodie was her Mac. This comes to an abrupt shock revelation when Susan engineers Emma to need help with her schooling to improve her grades.
The reunion was never going to be smooth because of Michaels's/Mac's ongoing psychiatric problems. Losing both parents and his grandmother within a three-year period would devastate most children.
Now the two have been put back together, it becomes evident very quickly that their bond, when they were younger, is stronger, and they quickly fall back into their old routines.
Their relationship grows with their now more mature selves. Inevitably, Emma's sudden attached status doesn't go unnoticed. This causes a conflict between her and the school's quarterback Joshua White and Emma, which Michael stopped before it went too far.
Part two finished with Michael being taken away by the local Sheriff in front of the entire school.
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Monday afternoon, I have been in the Sheriffs interview room for just over two hours. Sitting here in my glasses and beanie, gives me a little comfort. They have given me a cup of water, and for now it is a waiting game.
Two hours has given me time to think. I am pleased that the Sheriff turned up when he did. Who knows how long it would have taken for one football team to lose their cool.
My only concern at the moment is Emma. She looked distraught when I was taken away rather publically. The sight of her as I was driven off caused more pain than anything anyone could do to me. The voice inside my mind is asking what I am playing at. I'm not only opening myself up, but I am risking the most important person on this earth to me. Sorry Paps, but I see Emma as my future when it comes to choosing between you two.
The realization of what my head just said washes over me. I see Emma and I have a long future together. "Shit," I say out loud.
The door opens, and Sheriff White walks in, followed by a shorter man in a suit. The similarities between the two tell me that they are related. So I surmise that the man in the suit is Josh White's dad. The Sheriff, if you hadn't guessed, is Joshes uncle.
The Sheriff sits opposite me while Mr. White stands at the back. I sit quietly, waiting for them to start. I have made a decision to just be quiet and listen to what they have to say. I want to see what lies Josh has said to cause two prominent community members to act in this way. But, I will maintain my right to remain silent. Although I haven't been read my rights yet, so I know that I have not been arrested.
The Sheriff opens a folder that he has brought in with him. "So.......Michael." He looks at a large folder; I see that it is filled with a magazine and a load of what looks like blank sheets of paper. "your surname is Carter?" I don't answer. "Is that correct, Michael?" I nod my head as the Sheriff tries to hide the contents of the folder from me. "Okay, so we ran your name and got nothing back, not even a parking ticket."
"Hang on, that can't be right," Mr. White says. "Josh reckons this one is always getting into trouble."
The Sheriff turns, "not according to our records." He turns back, "he might be a bit of a loner, but his record is clean." I still stay quiet. "Now what I want to know, sunny, is why you attacked Josh White while he was having a conversation with his girlfriend?" He lifts a piece of paper, "a Miss Emma Johnson." He turns back to his brother, "that wouldn't be Ron Johnson's daughter?"
"I'm not sure; she's one of his new floozies." Mr. White says with a sneer. "I can't keep up with all the girls that boy goes through."
"Anyway, we are going off subject." The Sheriff interrupts. "So, during this horrific attack, Josh sustained a broken hand and many cuts and bruises."
"He may never play football again, thanks to you." Mr. White says, slightly agitated. I can see where his son gets it from now. "Do you realize this could affect his University selection?"
"Okay, calm down, Randy." The Sheriff says, trying to calm his brother. "He's right, though. You might not have any interest in going on to university or college. You will most probably end up in some drug house or trailer park working for minimum wage. But you could have ended any chance that Josh has of making something of his life. Do you realize you could go to prison for this?" He let the question hang for a second. I think this is what you call dramatic effect.
"And I will make sure you get the maximum sentence. You will be going to state prison, and they would love to get hold of a cute young boy like yourself." Mr. White says, taking a little too much pleasure. He even seems to drool a little. It crosses my mind that he must like that sort of thing.
Still, I stay quiet and look straight at the two men in front of me. There's a moment of silence as the Sheriff thinks of another tact.
"What is it with those glasses?" Mr. White asks.
"Yeah, I think we can have these off now if you don't mind."
I reach up and remove my hat, followed by my glasses. My blond hair plops down over my eyes, so I run my fingers up through so I can keep eye contact. There's a knock on the door, and the Sheriff gets up. He talks with someone at the door before disappearing through it.
"You people are all the same, you think the world owes you, and you ruin it for the good people." Mr. White, who is meant to be a prominent lawyer, is getting worked up with the lack of progress. "You go around bullying the kids at school, selling those drugs. I know a loser when I see one." He then walks up to the table and slams his fist down with a loud thud. "Goddamit, admit you attacked my boy."
The door opens, "Randy, out here now." Mr. White jumps and quickly exits the room.
I'm not sure if they realize it, but I can hear what they are saying on the other side. The Sheriff was hoping for some sort of confession, and Mr. White just told him to invent one. This is the first time I am a little concerned. It is becoming a bit of a joke, and I am getting bored of it.
They both walk back in and resume their positions. "Right, Michael, I think we have enough to charge you. We have a signed statement from both Josh and his girlfriend."
My phone chooses this moment to jump into life. The tune coming out is Aerosmith's, 'The Dood Looks Like a Lady.' a bit of a running joke between Olivia and me when she got all her hair cut off for charity. I smile and go to get up.
"Well, hang on, boy, you just can't do what you want."
"It's my lawyer, and as far as I know, Sheriff, I haven't been arrested." I stand, and the Sheriff stands with his hand on his gun. I pick up the backpack leaning against the wall behind me and pull my mobile out of the side pocket.
"Hi Olivia," I say as I put the phone on the table on speaker.
"Hi Mac, Paps just phoned me in a bit of distress. Are you okay?"
