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Chapter 1 - Been A While, Huh?

"I'm a free man!" Michael yelled as he jumped in the air.

"Mama what's wrong with that man?" A little girl asked.

"Just ignore him honey." The mother said pulling her child away.

Micheal smiles big as he stands on the sidewalk looking left to right. His smile fades as he looks around.

"Everything looks so different..." He mutter to him.

"Ah! Oh sorry fam." A young man said patting his shoulder after bumping into him.

Micheal spits on the ground and folds his arm. The old him would have slam that man's head to the ground and stomp on it over and over again until he was a bloody mess. He shakes his head.

"No... Just wait for the boss. You don't wanna go back there..." He said softly.

He grabs his flip phone and calls the only number he has on there. He puts the phone to his ears tapping his feet.

"That guy looks creepy ass fuck. Let's go somewhere else." A random highschool girl said.

"Is he looking at that little girl? Fucking weirdo." A man mutters to his wife.

"Looks like a creep to me." A man said passing by.

Micheal sighs as he leans on a street pole. He forgot one thing about the outside world before he went to prison. He was extremely fucking ugly to them.

He had brown eyes with two drak under eyes beneath it, he had dyed his hair red to match with his crew with cause it to be damaged and fall out, he wasn't too buff nor too skinny and his choice of clothing didn't help either as he was wearing a leather jacket, leather pants and a white shirt.

"Come on boss answer."

Click...

"Hello?"

"Boss! You answered!"

"Been a while since you call Michael."

"I'm sorry boss. I wasn't allowed to call in prison anymore."

"That doesn't seem right. You should have been able to call."

Micheal flinches a bit as he rubs his head.

"Don't worry about it boss. Just some stupid ass shit. But boss. I was wondering if you could give me a ride home?"

"Mmm... You're out of jail?"

"Yeah! That's why I was able to call."

"Mmm. Alright. Send your address and I'll be there."

"Yes sir! Okay I'm at XXXXXXXX."

Micheal heard a soft Mhm before the phone up. He smiles as he puts the phone in the pocket waiting for his boss.