Jesse was finally free. As he drove Tod's car through the gate, he sped as fast as he could and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized his freedom. He kept speeding, not even caring if he was all the way on the road or not. He drove until he reached his destination, and took a sharp turn onto the driveway. He got out of the car and slowly walked up to the door. He knew the door would not be answered if he knocked, so he instead punched his fist through the window next to the door and crawled through. He searched through the house, finding someone curled up in the corner of one of the bedrooms, crying.
"Brock?" Jesse said in the most peaceful voice he could. "It's me, Jesse."
"Jesse?" Brock moved his hands, uncovering his face.
Jesse sat down next to Brock, placing his arm around his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've put you through." He looked down at the floor, not wanting to look Brock in the eyes while telling him this. "I know this is all my fault, and again, I'm sorry."
"Jesse, you didn't do anything. My mom was killed by someone."
Jesse sighed as a tear trickled its way down his cheek. He couldn't bear to tell him the truth, the reason why Andrea was shot. It was because of him. Everything was, actually. He felt as if the only things he accomplished after meeting Andrea was getting her son poisoned and getting her killed.
"Well, since you seem to be living by yourself, want to come live with me?"
"Okay." Brock said quietly.
Of course they would have to move somewhere far away, with the cops probably searching for Jesse at this very moment. Jesse stood up, and extended his hand out to Brock. He grabbed it, slowly standing up. They walked out the door and drove away. Jesse didn't know quite where he was going, but definitely somewhere far, far away. He wanted to forget out this town and forget about his memories of living in it.