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(Jackie's POV)

A day feels like a lifetime nowadays. This lie I'm living is slowly driving me insane, literally. Everyone thinks that Steven ran away after it happened. You know since it was his mom and everything. If only they knew the truth. If only they knew what really happened. Not this phony lie I've been telling them. But I promised. I promised Steven I wouldn't tell anyone anything. Even though we aren't exactly on good terms, it's the least I could do, considering what he did for me. I've been throwing up every day now; it's almost like part of my every day routine. I think it's the guilt. No. I know it's the guilt. The guilt is eating me alive. But I won't tell… I promised.

"No visitors," the guard stated with absolutely no emotion whatsoever. He reminded me of a robot. A large, scary robot.

"Just five minutes? Please!" I begged. I mentally slapped myself for sounding so desperate. Oh wait, I was desperate.

Silence filled the room.

"Look big guy are you going to answer me or what?" I know I'm not being zen right now, but nobody ignores Jackie Burkhart.

"No visitors," he repeated. It was like he was a human recording.

"Well when can I?" I was starting to lose my patience.

I was hoping that this would be fast and easy. This place gives me the creeps. It's filled with dirty criminals. Sure, Steven grew up poor, with two alcoholic drunks he calls parents, and was destined to be a criminal, but he really doesn't deserve to be in here, especially for something that I did. I got that queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach again, I feel like I could vomit at any second. I knew this would happen if I came here, that's why I've been putting it off for the past four months.

The human robot guard just pointed toward the door.

It took all my 95lb might not to jump and attack this man. I asked a simple question. It's not rocket science. I sighed and headed toward the direction he was pointing in. It would be pointless for me to get arrested for something like that. It would make what Steven did pointless. Right smack on top of the see through doors was a sign that had the visiting hours on it. Oh, so he wasn't kicking me out.

Monday – Thursday 12 – 4PM

Friday – Saturday 11AM – 5PM Sunday – 9AM – 2PM

I'll try again another time; I huffed, and kept walking.

*Flashback* August 20, 1980

My whole life flashed before my eyes, as the cop tackled me to the ground. I didn't even know what was going on, it all just happened so fast. One second a person is alive and breathing, and a second later they're lying on the floor… dead. By now the cop had me straddled on the floor and a gun held to my head. Tears were uncontrollably running down my face. I couldn't see him, considering if I moved this bozo on top of me would blow my brains out, but I could hear him in the background. His words pierced my ears loud and clear.

"I killed her."

*End of flashback* (I know its short but it'll be continued later. This was kind of just like an into)

The house is still the same; everyone in the house is still the same, besides me that is. The house even smells the same. Kitty's always cooking something.

"Hi Mrs. Forman," I slid the glass door closed.

"Oh Jackie honey, you haven't been here in ages, have a seat! Do you want some hot chocolate? It's freezing outside! Aren't you cold? I'll just make you some hot chocolate, it will warm you right up!" she laughed.

I laughed too; I almost forgot that Kitty could go on and on, nonstop talking. I took a seat in Red's usual chair, "Mrs. Forman?"

"Yes honey?" she sang song.

It's really nice to have her in my life. Even though she's not my real mother, I consider her it. If she knew what a monster I really was though, she'd never look at me the same.

"Do you ever think about Steven?" I whisper.

It was silent for a little bit, so I wasn't sure if she didn't hear me or she was just ignoring me. I wouldn't be surprised if she was, she loved Steven like she did her own two kids. Sometimes I think even more than Laurie. She came over with two mugs and sat down next to me.

"Every day," she choked up.

"Me too," I whisper even lower than before. The only difference was that she didn't know where he was, and I did.

She put her empty hand on mine.

"Every night I wonder if my baby has a place to sleep that night, or if he's eaten anything all day, or when was the last time he ate? Is he sick? Is he dead?" her voice got really quiet on the last word, it was almost inaudible.

Yeah, he sleeps in an 8 by 8 concrete square room with probably three other guys. He eats three times a day, even though the food is barely edible. He's not sick and he is definitely not dead. Mentally maybe, but not physically.

"You know," she continued. "All of his stuff is still in his room. I don't think he packed one single thing. He didn't even show up to Edna's funeral."

What's there to pack? Going to jail isn't exactly like going to a sleepover. Too bad no one knows he's there.

I just sipped my hot chocolate. I didn't want to say anything because it would just be a big fat lie.

"He didn't even tell Eric?" I asked, pretending not to know the answer.

"Oh no, Eric was devastated, Steven was like his other half."

Mine too.

"What's the loud one doing in my seat?"

I looked to find Red standing by the door. I smiled, yep the house is still the same.

(Hyde's Pov)

I've pretty much given up on sleep tonight. A new guy got picked up at a bar fight a few hours ago and he's obviously still drunk. So now he's sitting in the corner screaming at himself like he's two different people. At first it was entertaining, more entertaining than seeing Red's face when he saw Eric dressed like a girl, after we got him wasted the night before for his 18th birthday. I smirked, man I miss those days. Life was so easy back then. Back then. Back then the worst trouble we'd get into was just a lecture for smoking or something. Now I'm in the big house for murder. Murder. I sighed. I really wish was in the circle right now. What I would do for a joint.

*Flashback
1976

"So is Red still thinking about giving you the car maybe?" I coughed, inhaling too much smoke.

Kelso is cracking up man, he's as high as a kite, "even if we do get it were still gonna need serious gas money cause' the cruisers a boat."

"I know it's a boat, this whole gas shortage bites," Eric puts the joint in his mouth.

"Whose getting a boat?" Fez asked seriously. Man, where did this guy come from?

Eric handed me the joint, "there is no gas shortage man, it's all fake, the oil companies control everything, like there's this guy who invented that invented this car that runs on water man. It has a fiber glass air cooled engine and it runs on water!" I laughed, I mean it's a car that runs on water!

"So it is a boat," Fez stated as if I was the stupid one.

"… it's a car, only you put water in the gas tank instead of gas," I continued laughing, "and it runs on water man!"

Kelso is still cracking up, "I've never heard of this car, hey Jackie's good for gas money."

"You are such a whore," Eric laughed. Burn! Point one for Eric.

"When does the boat get here? Whore." The foreign said. I laughed, I could get used to this guy.

*End of flashback*

AN: So whatcha guys think? Hyde's flashback is from the first episode by the way xD lol. I know this chapter is kind of short but it's kind of like an introduction. I have sososososo much ideas for this story and I plan for it to be loooooooooooong. Oh and in this chapter i've only called him Steven instead of Hyde but thats because thats what jackie and kitty call him. But he'll be hyde (: loll Reviews would be nice and are appreciated (: