Her hands were sweating as they gripped the steering wheel tightly and she panted. She raised her head a little, taking quick glances over her shoulder and into the rearview mirror. Her blond hair wet, sticking to her forehead as her damp blue eyes framed by dark wet lashes frantically moved, searching for something in the distance. The road, woven into the heart of the desert, was supposedly empty, no one followed her, at least for now still though she couldn't exactly stop the rush of adrenaline through her veins.
She turned and looked ahead, taking deep breaths, reminding herself that she needed to calm down. Looking at the passenger seat, however, didn't seem to help her any better, as the dead man next to her was still profoundly bleeding all over her new car's upholstery. The bright yellow Chevy Spark her mom had bought her for her 18th birthday. Had she only known what was going to become of its shiny upholstery in a week, she'd never even buy it in the first place. Okay she didn't need to think about her mom now; she was the problem in the first place, had she only provided with the truth for once in her life, this would have never happened. great! Awesome! Tears were coming back now, with mascara streaming down her face. She sniffed and tried to wipe them away with the back of her hand, smearing it all over her face before she was heavily thrown forward as a truck was nudged from behind. She hurriedly gripped the wheel, jerking it as she did. The car swerved to the side and she righted, her mind spinning along with the wheel.
She stepped on the gas and pulled a little ahead, watching the big black truck passing her by, then she pulled off onto the dusty shoulder of the road and as the speed died down a little, she hit the brake slowly. Still feeling as if her heart would jump out of her chest at any moment, she killed the ignition and heaved a sigh, before grabbing the bright silver pistol on the man's lap and leaving the car. The moment she stepped outside, she could feel the cold, dry desert air washing over her, darkness overwhelming her. The only source of light was the car's headlights, glooming into the dead of the night.
Her hands were trembling as she backed a little away, unsure of what she was supposed to do as she looked skeptically inside the car. On the back seat still lay a half-open small bag and in it, hundred thousands of dollars roll money were visible.
"Shit…Shit… shit…"She took in a deep breath and shoved a hand in her hair, stepping back and staring at the gun in her hand.
Oh Holly White how the fuck it ended this way?
A/N: Hey! I'm back! and I just finished Breaking Bad for the first time, crazy, right?
I loved it! and I couldn't stop myself from writing something for it, all these emotions still in me, can't even contain them anymore! surely I watch it again while writing this, I had this idea since the moment Holly was born, all I thought was that what would she think of her father when she finally grows up so I wrote a prologue and a first chapter to test the idea. I also read a few fanfictions but none of them truly satisfied me, I don't want Holly to be goody-two-shoes or like hate her father for what he did, I want Heisenberg legacy to live on! I want Holly to grow baaaad! worse than her dad ( if possible) I don't know, I just wanted to give it a spin, tell me what you think, I'll make sure to post a few more chapters soon!
