THREE

I always found it strange the way prisons worked in works of fiction since they are almost always shown as large buildings in the middle of nowhere, only connected to a road that almost no one ever passes by, and somehow they think it is a good idea to free prisoners in these types of areas, you know, giving them back all their things that they had before they were admitted and that are not considered dangerous.

But what I find most problematic is leaving individuals with all kinds of criminal skills, including those they had before being arrested and those they learned in prison, in the middle of nowhere, and these individuals mostly leave without money or access to transportation, on a road where there is no public transportation, and I doubt that anyone who happens to pass by that place would be willing to take someone who has just been released from prison for who knows what crime.

unless that person is not in their right mind or is even more dangerous than normal criminals, which would become a problem for the ex-convicts, since there is no better victim than someone who is considered trash by society, and someone insignificant or hated enough that no one would be willing to pick them up or provide the resources to get them to a place where they can spend the nights safely, is perfect prey.

But the truth is that this is quite irrelevant since on this occasion the prison we are visiting is located in an urban area, thanks to it being a relatively old request and the prison crisis.

This boils down to a lot of criminals and a lack of places to lock them up, which has prevented quite a few prisons that have completed their useful life from being closed, I think this is a perfect example of that type of prison, as the city has grown too much since the prison was created, which has incidentally caused buildings to be very close to the prison's exterior walls, and if we add in the expansions that this request has had over the years to try to remedy the problem of lack of space, we have a place where if prisoners escape they can quickly blend in with the crowd or take hostages.

But precisely because of that and because such escapes have already happened in the past, this prison is currently an extremely secure place, from which it is almost impossible to escape even if you try to enter with a war tank, something that a group of idiots tried in the past to free the leader of a cartel, with mixed results, because although they allowed the escape of the person they went to look for, all those who boarded the tank were captured and the guy's escape depended a little more on luck than on the plan, since in the end he took advantage of the chaos caused by the tank and escaped disguised as a civilian in the middle of the mass evacuation, which was carried out to avoid the loss of civilian lives.

Even though I would like to challenge myself by trying to get someone out, there is no need for that and I just have to wait, but this is taking longer than expected, which has left me a lot of time to let my thoughts run wild, in which I have been planning the most efficient way to kidnap as many people as possible in this area without being discovered, thinking about how feasible it would be to turn the portion into a fortress to survive in a zombie apocalypse, or even what I would do if I had to take over the place and prevent the authorities from entering, until after many turns I end up thinking about the strange ways to get out of prison that are presented in movies.

And a lot of this is due to a stupid decision to wait outside the car thinking the narcissistic guy would come out soon, but apparently the processes necessary to allow his exit are taking longer than expected, and I've been told so many times that it will be soon, that now I feel like it would be awkward to go back to the warm car, only for Three to come out almost immediately and find no one waiting for him.

- – Damn it, Anna, you could have come with me, I know it's more comfortable to wait in the car, but friends aren't supposed to suffer together, especially when it's because of the stupidity of just one of the friends.

Damn, that's why male friendships are easier than male-female friendships, because it's much easier to get a male friend to help you out with something potentially dangerous or inconvenient, whereas women are far too rarely likely to choose to get involved in such things.

But what I don't understand is how if she is willing to accept that I am a dangerous criminal for society in general, and offer me her help to hide and allow me to move my tools for crime to her house, then why is she not willing to accompany me to endure the cold.

As I think about this, I try to convey a pitiful look, to see if her conscience softens and she decides that she is willing to accompany me in the morning cold, which I still think is horrible.

But maybe she didn't see me or she's ignoring me because I didn't get any reaction from her as she's just calmly looking at her phone.

Well, then we just have to wait while I digress.

***

Almost an hour and a half late, I don't know whether to be upset by the unnecessary wait, that I left after the first hour, as my pride wasn't enough to protect me from the cold, but I think I'm more impressed by the inefficiency they're demonstrating here.

I later found out that this inefficiency was partly my fault since in this prison prisoners could be released a few minutes after someone came to pick them up during one of the business hours, but if not the prisoner would continue with his assigned routine, until being released during one of the prisoners' free periods, but I simply arrived to wait for him without asking about him, so he was simply released after his first cycle of assigned activities which consisted of personal hygiene, tidying up the cell, breakfast and a routine check, with most of these things that could have been omitted if only I had spoken up, but I can't be blamed for this, this is the first time I've picked someone up from a prison and to top it off he contacted me via a contraband phone asking me to come on a specific date, without explaining anything, expecting me to know the protocol.

And when he finally came out I saw him.

There was Tres, so different and yet so similar.

From his mere appearance I knew he was now a quite different person than the one I had known years ago, but somehow it felt similar, as if he were the same impulsive and narcissistic boy I had known during my youth.

- - Three…

Right now I want an instruction book, telling you the first thing you should say to a friend who has just been released from prison for a crime you're sure he committed.

- – Kaden

But I guess I don't need words right now, that's how I feel as I walk towards my old friend, one of the most important pieces of my life.

- – welcome back.

Tres tells me as he wraps me in a tight hug.

- – I'm back…

That's all I can say.

It really feels good to come full circle, because the same person who was there to say goodbye to me is here today to welcome me back, even though I came back a while ago, but it's the feeling that counts.

- —…

- – …

Something is wrong, this hug is lasting too long, much longer than a normal hug between friends should last.

- - Three?

I ask noticing the strange situation, then I feel a hand moving towards my back.

- – …

I try to look clearly at Tres, and I notice that he is smiling, a smile that is a combination of a joking smile and a wicked smile.

While in the distance, a person who is not relevant to this situation and who is probably recording this scene on his phone, mutters an unpleasant phrase:

- – I knew it, I knew they had that kind of relationship.

With my doubts cleared, I decided to respond to his actions with a knee to his crotch.

- – huh

Which makes Tres release me quickly and retouch to avoid a quick castration.

Damn, nostalgia played against me, because although I would like to think that my friend changed and has this behavior because they did unspeakable things to him in prison, the truth is that this guy has been like this for a long time.

I remember this jerk coming out in his youth which put a lot of strain on his already deteriorating relationship with his mother and sister before she passed away which in a way made him a victim of abuse but it was Tres who taught me that the only truly fair thing in the world is to hit back just as hard or ten times worse at anyone who screwed you over which inevitably ended their relationship in a pretty catastrophic way to the point where he didn't speak to most of his family again until his sister's funeral which indirectly led to us meeting at a time when his sister was still alive but he had no contact with his family.

But getting back to the topic at hand, which in this case is the sexuality of Tres, who happens to be bisexual, because although I usually mention that he is a narcissist, due to the first impression which is usually that he has an excess of confidence and an attitude of superiority, the reality is that there is some truth in the impression of a narcissist, because he has the strange belief that his cock is the best thing that has ever happened to the universe and, therefore, something so good should be accessible to everyone, and those were the words he used to describe himself.

- – I warn you, you try to touch me again and I will castrate you, cut off your hands, and stick them where the sun doesn't shine.

- – Ok, ok, you don't have to get violent, I was just happy to see you and my hands got a little out of control.

- – …

I look at him with contempt and disbelief, urging him to confess, because he doesn't even bother to hide the fact that he's lying.

His expression of sincerity is so fake, that even the woman with serious problems who is recording us for her BL fanfic didn't believe his words.

- – …

- —…

- – Well, I just wanted to touch you a little, to see if you had finally gotten the body of a real man and had lost that effeminate appearance of yours, to see if we could have the opportunity to have a relationship beyond friendship.

- – ew…

I didn't think it was possible, but his answer made me respect him a lot less.

The only good thing is that he described me as someone too ugly for his standards because Tres has very specific tastes, he likes tall muscled men with a marked jaw so he can feel what it's like to make a real man moan and as for women, he likes women with lush bodies, long legs, and a heart-shaped face (don't ask me, I didn't understand what kind of face that was either), in short, he liked muscled men and the stereotype of the tall, sexy blonde, and for him, I'm in the zone of having the worst part of both sides, something I'm grateful for, but at the same time it's quite offensive that he constantly describes me as someone ugly because I don't fit his tastes.

- – You know what, just get in the car, because with every word you say I'm seriously tempted to abandon you here, and if you get in after having completely pissed me off, I don't guarantee that you'll get to your destination.

- – I know you love me too much to hurt me.

Three days in a cloying, exaggerated tone.

- – Do you want to try me?

But this time I answer only with a serious attitude, because in the past I have lost too many arguments with him by allowing myself to fall into his rhythm, I have already suffered enough losses, today I am not a masochist to seek more suffering, even if it is only psychological.

- – Okay, girls, stop fighting over who loves the other more and get in the car.

- – …

- – …

Anna says as if it were nothing, pretending that she's here to stop the argument and take us somewhere else when it's clear that she only came when I finished recording and knew what conversation between Tres and I had ended.