Author's Note: I just wanted to let you know that this one is probably going to fast paced and a lot shorter than the others I've posted recently. Twiniitowers brought to my attention about something and I thought that it would be important if I put it in, so thank you for that. After this I will finally get to the series, the starter for the series is The Keg. I will mention other things that happened in the episodes that I skip like the party they had in Eric's Burger Job, or Eric's Birthday, or Streaking, but I won't make chapters for them. Hope you don't mind. Or if I do, they'll be short mini chapters in my deleted scenes once I'm done with this story.

Hope you enjoy, and sorry for the suckish chapter this will probably be. I'm quite drained from school, and all my creativity has gone out the window because of it. Damn.

Love,

Angie

I haven't been home for a while, I'm sure everything's the same. Mom and Dad both in denial; an only child to take the blame. Sorry, Mom, but I don't miss you, father's no name you deserve. I'm just a kid with no ambitions, wouldn't come home for the world. Never know what I've become; the king of all that's said and done, the forgotten son. This city's buried in defeat I walk along these no-name streets and wave goodbye to all, as I fall. A walking disaster; the son of all bastards. You regret you made me, it's too late to save me. As far as I can tell, it's just voices in my head. Am I talking to myself? 'Cause I don't know what I just said. And she said as far as where I fell, maybe I'm better off dead. Am I at the end of nowhere? Is this as good as it gets? And now I've been gone for so long, I can't remember who was wrong. All innocence is long gone, I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief; where I belong. A walking disaster; the son of all bastards. You regret you made me, it's too late to save me...

Hyde sat silently in the Forman's basement, by himself as he waited for Eric to finish his dinner with the family. It was well into mid-June now, even after three and a half weeks of his mother's arrest, Edna still wasn't home. Maybe they actually got her in for awhile this time... which wouldn't be a bad thing.

After admitting his darkest secret, Hyde hadn't gone to the Forman's for a week, in fear and embarrassment. Yet when Donna and Kelso went to his house and literally dragged him from his bed to the basement, he showed his face at the welcoming home. Instantly he had been hugged by Mrs. Forman and Fez, both embraces he tried to wriggle his way out of, yet failed. Hyde made sure he had snuck downstairs before Mrs. Forman could talk to him about what he had said. He wouldn't talk about it anymore.

Now, a week later, Hyde sat tapping his toes to Led Zeppelin playing throughout the basement. He grimaced, clutching his stomach as painful growls gnawed in his insides; he didn't have any food that wasn't spoiled at his house, all the crackers were gone... and he could only eat when he had snacks or snuck food from the Forman's. Yeah, he had money, but he didn't want to waste it on food. His feet rested on the circular table as he sat on his normal throne; the lawn chair. His sunglasses were perched over his eyes, like always, and he wore a dark scowl.

He didn't know where everyone else was. He figured Kelso and Jackie were with each other, out somewhere or just making out, Donna was probably at home or with Tina somewhere, and Fez was probably with his host parents. Maybe he could stop by Donna's house and hang out with her and her younger sister for a bit, because he honestly didn't feel like hanging out here by himself. But he was also feeling extremely lazy, and his chair was comfortable.

Hyde had to ask himself this; would he rather be comfortable, or with someone? This took a lot of consideration, because he didn't really like people, only his friends and the Forman's and a select few other people... and they were very few and very selected. He'd be with Donna though, and though his fight to be with her was growing weaker and weaker because of Forman, he still had a chance, as long as he took it and didn't let it slip from his grasp. He also liked his solitude, especially recently. Though being alone made him think, he never thought of anything bad, mostly he just came up with angry letters to the government or conspiracy theories.

He decided that his chair wasn't as comfortable as a hug from Donna, so reluctantly, he stood up, sighing heavily as he did so. Digging his hands in his pockets, the fifteen year old silently walked to the door, his boots cutting into his feet as he did so; socks did no protecting whatsoever. He walked up the cement steps at ease, ignoring the spiders that crawled on the cement along the side; though he'd have to remember there were tons out here for the next time he wanted to scare the shit out of Eric. Bowing his head, he took off down the Forman's driveway, hoping they didn't see him as they ate, he had ways of invisibility, without literally being invisible; like a ninja.

Hyde walked across the street to the Pinciotti's and bit his lip as he walked up their sidewalk to the front door. His hand hesitated before knocking, his curled fist slightly shaking as he softly pounded on the wooden door. He heard the thudding of soft feet and a lock unlatch as the door quickly opened.

"Hey, Tina," Hyde mumbled, the 13 year old smiled softly at him, her blonde hair pulled back in a thick ponytail.

"Hi, Steven, how're you?" She asked softly, in ways she was like Donna, but she was so shy, and timid, he thought it was funny that she called him Steven, too.

"Uh... I'm fine, can I come in for a bit?" He asked, she looked behind her, with her lip bitten back into her mouth.

"Well, if you're here for Donna, she's not here right now... she had to do some shopping with mom."

"Why didn't you go?" He asked Tina, who just looked down at the floor, blushing.

"It's... girl stuff." Hyde chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, he dealt with more of that shit with his mom than Tina had to with herself, Donna, and Midge... slightly... it was different. But unlike his friends, he didn't freak out when he heard the word 'period', but he was silently disgusted by the quiet conversations Donna and Jackie had when they thought he couldn't hear, or was 'asleep'. He shuddered at the thought.

"But still, you're a girl," Hyde said.

"I wanted to stay home, I had stuff to do, so I just thought I'd..." Tina trailed off, then laughed softly.

"I guess I should let you get back to it then," he murmured, the thirteen year old shrugged and he smirked faintly.

"I'm sorry Donna wasn't home," he chuckled and it was his turn to shrug this time.

"It's fine, just tell her I stopped by, all right?" He asked, Tina nodded and smiled up at him. "I'll see you around, Tina."

"Bye, Steven," Hyde smiled softly and nodded as she closed the door, he sighed once more and scrunched his shoulders close to him as he walked, eyes lowered to the cracked concrete sidewalk.

Hyde had no idea what happened witht the time he spent from the Pinciotti's to now, three hours later. Well, he knew he spent it drinking and smoking, now he was beyond wasted, and toasted, but what happened between then and now? He remembered walking to the bar and ordering a drink, being questioned on his age- fake ID. And after that was pure oblivion.

This was how he spent most of his nights since Edna was gone, whether at a bar or at home, Hyde didn't have to worry about not having food because they had a surplus of alcohol in the home, and if he was hungry, he just drank, and soon it was forgotten. Alcohol was the best nourishment to his family, more important than anything else. He didn't give a fuck about his sobriety, he felt better drunk; he didn't have to think about anything. Hyde did know that he was basically an alcoholic like his parents, but he wasn't like them when he was drunk, so it was different. And he didn't need alcohol to get by, he just wanted it. So in a sense, he wasn't an alcoholic. His constant drinking was bad for him, he did know that, but like most other things in his life, he just didn't care.

Hyde staggered out of the bar, fake ID pocketed, mind in oblivion as he way to the parking lot of Charlie's. He had been bored, that's what caused him to go to the bar, and instead of walking, he took Edna's car.

The Wednedsay night was humid, which is why he didn't walk, and full of pressure. This is why he hated summer, it was too damn hot to wear jeans, or any pants besides shorts. And he'd rather die than wear shorts. Nights like this made him want to stick his head in a bucket of ice, or the freezer... he promised himself when he got home, or if he got home, that he'd go right in and take a cold shower. But for now he had to suffer silently in the late June heat.

Body falling against the car, Hyde blindly dug in his pockets, searching for the keys to the station wagon. Secretly, he was actually a bit worried about driving, he hadn't drank this much in a long time, and whenever he did have this much in his system, he was always home. But it woudln't be too difficult, seven blocks straight, then turn right for four blocks, turn left two more blocks, fourth house to the right. He felt he mixed the directions up a bit, but he'd figure out his way home eventually.

Hyde sat on the cushioned seat, the car disgustingly warm, practically like an oven. As he looked out the windshield into the night, Hyde realized he wouldn't be able to see very well with his prized sunglasses, so hesitantly he took them off and set them on the passenger seat.

'Why the hell do I want to go home?' Hyde thought, digging the key into the ignition, and turned it, door still hanging open. The last place he ever wanted to go was that shabby, dingy, hell that was a poor excuse of a home. It was nicer in appearace than when Edna was there, and he could actually sleep at night. But the thoguht of returning home so soon made him feel queasy; yet that could also be the alcohol.

Slamming the heavy door shut, Hyde pulled the shift into drive and quickly pulled out of his parking spot and onto the highway. Insead of taking North Drive, that would take him home, Hyde swerved onto High Street, music roaring from the radio. With the windows down, the car felt a little more comfortable, but still the heat drove him crazy. As he picked up speed, the hot air that had been stuck in the car had mingled with the air from outside, his car brought a breeze as he flew down the streets.

By the time he was out of town, the car was pushing about 75 miles an hour. Hyde had no idea where he was headed, just the opposite way to Kenosha... south. The station wagon soared down a steep hill, now at 83 miles per hour, and as he descended the lights from Point Place that glowed in the sky disappeared below the horizon of the hill. The thing Hyde was most concerned about in his driving was staying on the right side rather than swerving into the other lane... or veering onto the shoulder, which would make him flip into the ditch. He knew it wasn't smart to drive drunk, or high, or both like tonight, but he just didnt' want to hang out at his home, alone. He also had more focus... well on the road at least.

Eyes staring straight ahead of him, he didn't pay too much attention to the music, or his speed. His hands were white knuckled, to make sure he kept a straight hold on the wheel, and unlike when he drove normally, he sat completely straight, rather than leaning back and just chilling.

'Oh God,' he thought, grimacing, 'I'm like Forman!' At least Eric's driving had gotten better in the past couple of months, when the older boy had first started driving, Hyde felt that he'd be safer jumping out of the car rather than sitting in the passenger seat, with Eric over correcting himself. Now, Hyde wasn't driving like that, but just the stiffness in his hands and torso was like how Eric was, he needed to relax. Nothing bad was going to happen.

That was until he heard it. He didn't know how far he had gone, and he hadn't checked his speed in a long time, but as soon as he heard the siren, and the flashing lights he glanced down, and gulped.

"Oh... shit." He mumbled, feeling rather sick to his stomach. He was only fifteen, he wasnt even legal to drive yet! He couldn't use his fake ID as a driver's license, either. Even if he did use it and it workd, Hyde kenw he'd be questioned on his alcohol intake, and if he had to do a breathalizer, he'd be screwed. Calm on the inside, yet nearly having a panic attack on the inside, Hyde slowly puled over tot he side of the road and turned down the music as he waited, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and reptitively hitting his head on the head rest of the seat.

Hyde waited silently as he heard the footsteps of the cop on the shoulder, his heart pounding in his head as he tried to calm himself down. Oh God, he was fucked. The cop, an average weight, pretty tall guy came up to the window and rested his arms on it, shining the flashlight in. Hyde winced at the sudden bright light, and looked straight ahead.

"Are you aware that you were driving over thirty miles above the speed limit?" The officer asked, Hyde glanced up and nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I was trying to get home quick, over curfew..." Hyde trailed off, knowing fully well that he was lying to the cop.

"How old are you, son?" The man asked, Hyde bit his lip and sighed.

"I'm fifteen, sir," he responded quietly, able to taste the alcohol on his breath.

"You do know that it's illegal for you to drive without a license, right?" Hyde nodded and felt his stomach squirm with uneasiness. "Step out of the car, please."

Hyde trembled as he turned off the car and hesitantly opened the door, he knew as soon as he started walking that the cop would know he was drunk, and then he'd be taken in. He couldn't go back to jail, he had no one to get him. As he stood up, he leaned on the car, which was a normal thing for him to do. Hyde was just a couple inches shorter than the cop, and surprisingly more muscular, but still, this guy could take him down any second if he tried anything- Hyde wasn't stupid enough to run.

"Son, can you walk along the white line until I tell you to stop?" Hyde glanced up at him and nodded, yet as he glanced to the left, couldn't exactly tell where it was. It didn't help that as he walked off of the shoulder, he stumbled. He hadn't even walked forward before the cop asked, "have you been drinking tonight?"

That was it. This was over. Hyde's stomach dropped as he heard the questioned, he could feel his heart beating so fast, hear it in his head, the cop could probably hear it. Clamminess washed over him, and he took a deep breath, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Hyde opened his mouth to answer, but at the same time, he felt his stomach practically flip, and he lurched forward, throwing up.

'Shit,' Hyde thought, coughing as he clutched his stomach, doubled over.

"That answers my question," the police officer said, "come on son, we've got a long night..."

"JUVIE?" Hyde jumped at Donna's loud shrill voice cry over the pay phone the next day. Horrible hangover, plus a new location wasn't setting for him today.

"Donna could you not yell?" He barked, he heard her sigh over the phone and he grimaced.

He didn't remember last night. Hyde did know that after he got in the police car, he passed out, and woke up to being in the city of Waukesha, he had been confused about that. He didn't know why they hadn't taken him back to Point Place, or even Kenosha. That was until he found out he was being put into a Juvenile Detention Center, and upon hearing those three words, he had thrown up, and not because of the alcohol. Last night he had spent the night in the Waukesha Jail, then they had transferred him to the Waukesha County Juvenile Detention Center, until he was put on trial for the amount of days there.

He couldn't believe he was actually in juvie. His mom was locked up in prison, and he was practically the same as her right now. They had both gotten locked up because of the same thing, and that thought just made him feel awful. He hoped he'd only have to stay a couple of weeks, yet he had a feeling it would be longer, and that just made him want to curl up and hide away.

"No, Hyde, you're in juvie! How the hell did that happen?"

"I got pulled over last night," he mumbled, rubbing his forehead, Donna groaned and he chuckled.

"No wonder you didn't call me! Tina told me you came by and I called you when I got home because I wanted to hang out. But... ugh! Hyde, this is bad, you're screwed!" He laughed sarcastically at that and rested his head on his hand.

"Really, Donna?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Well can the Formans-"

"No, this isn't like last time, I'm sentenced, not just in holding, man." Hyde replied to Donna, before she could finish. Yet he knew exactly what she was going to say. Even if the Formans could have bailed him out, which wasn't possible, he wouldn't allow them to. He wasn't going to make them pay to bail him out of anything ever again... he couldn't do that to them. He wasn't worth it. He'd just end up back here someday.

"So... do you know how long you're there?"

"Nope. But I know I have an Alcohol and Substance class, as well as... get this; therapy." He heard Donna snort and even he had to chuckle.

"You have to go to therapy? Hyde... you're gonna kill them." He smirked at that, she was right. It was pointless to try and get him to talk. He didn't even understand why he had to go to the stupid therapy sessions that they gave him four times a week. He did slightly understand the basically AA, but he knew as soon as he was out he was going to drink again... just not while driving. "Wait, why an Alcohol and Substance class?"

"When I got pulled over... I was drunk." he mumbled, the silence on the other line practically scared him.

"Steven James Hyde! Are you stupid?" He rolled his eyes at Donna's predicted scream, and wrinkled his nose.

"Yeah." He replied, glancing up at the clock... he had five minutes to talk on the phone... two days in a week. "Listen, Donna, I have to go. I'm calling Eric in a couple of days, so be there," he heard the sixteen year old sigh heavily, and he deepened his frown.

"Fine, Hyde, but... just don't do anything stupid, so you can come home soon." Hyde chuckled and bit his lip. Unless he killed the therapist, nothing bad should happen.

"I won't Donna, talk to you later."

"Bye." Hyde hung up the phone, and buried his head in his hands.

How the hell did he come to this? Hyde was a mess, he was becoming everything he didn't want to be. The thought of himself made him sick to his stomach and yet everything he did was all his fault. He could have given himself a better path, made his life easier, he could have been softer, like Eric, but he chose not to at a young age. He had had a chance, but he pushed it away because he didn't think he was deserving. As a child, he realized he deserved everything that could have been offered to him; a life with his grandparents, great grades, a chance at life. He shouldn't have pushed it all away, yet he didn't know what else to do. Everything in his life that was good was taken from him in the end; his grandparents, his grades, even Ringo. He could never hold on to a good thing, so why would he try to fight for something that could change his life for the better?

Now he was slowly becoming a replica of his parents, and it made him sick. The last thing he wanted was to end up like them, rotting away in their addictions with criminal records that went on for miles. But here he was, sitting in juvie, waiting for his meeting with the judge, the cop who brought him in, and the guy who ran the facility. Hopefully they'd let him off easy, but Hyde had a feeling that they wouldn't, he hadn't just been taken in for drinking, he was under the age to both drink, and to drive legally.

Hyde hesitantly stood up and walked out of the phone room, where six other people were having conversations. He walked through the hall, head lowered, his mind running wildly. As he walked into the cafeteria, he saw one of the guards, a tall, beefy man, spot him and slowly walked up to him. Hyde had just stopped when seeing the man approach him, and stayed calm.

"Steven Hyde?" The fifteen year old nodded slowly and the man cleared his throat. "Your meeting with the judge and the warden is in five minutes," Hyde scowled, following the guard who led the way.

A month and a half he'd be stuck in this hellhole.

Hyde couldn't believe it. A month would have been reasonable, but why did they have to add the extra fifteen or so days to his sentence? He was already sick of this place; the orange jumpsuit that was too big, the underwear provided that he seriously hoped had been washed, the use of shackles everytime he had to go somewhere, cafeteria, shower, or the rarely used phone room. He was sick of the dirty sheets he slept on, the lack of privacy, and the fact that he had nothing to do. Right now he missed his guitar, even his damn notebook. He wanted something else to do besides counting the seconds until he would get out.

He hugged his knees to his chest as he sat on his cot, it was comfier than his bed at least. Staring out the bars, but not into the cell across, Hyde bit at his finger nails, unsure of what else to do. Hyde grimaced as he realized that as of that second, he had 38,864,000 seconds until he was out of this place. 38 million seconds of his life wasted because he was stupid, or "a dumbass" as Red would say. He shouldn't gone to the damn bar, he had beer at home. But the fact that he didn't want to be home made him go to the bar. Now he wished more than anything he could be home... which was really sad.

Hyde sighed softly and bit the inside of his lip, jagged nails digging on the side of his thumb, trying to dig off callouses to pass the time. If he had a piece of tape, he could be entertained by trying to get it off of his fingers, but of course he wasn't offered that luxury. He groaned lowly and hit the back of his head against the cement wall, trying to make himself fall unconscious. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, but it would be incredibly stupid to try and escape. The better he behaved, the better this would be for him. He just had to learn how to deal with boredom, and how to hold his tongue.

Hyde closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, then held his breath. He had heard in a magazine about these monks who could think themselves to death. What they did was they only took one breath a minute. Then it grew to two minutes, three minutes, on up, to slow down their heart rates. Eventually, their hearts would only beat two or three times a minute, and they reached nirvana. He wondered how much time it would take for him to do that, because once their hearts beat two or three times a minute, they could ultimately stop their heart rate, which would then kill them. He thought it would be sort of funny if he did that, because he wouldn't be harmed, and the guards and warden of this hell hole would be confused as to how he died.

After ten minutes of taking only ten breaths, Hyde exhaled heavily and punched the wall.

"Fuck that," he growled, lying down on his cot. He didn't even have the patience for that.

Hyde sat silently in the white room, on a brown couch, staring at the floor. It was so silent in the room that he could hear the clock hand ticking to count the seconds that pass by in the hour he had. He wouldn't even look up at the fruitcake who sat before him in a brown blazer, with nerdy glasses and bucked teeth. Of course he was a therapist.

"So Steven, have you thought about why you were here?"

He just blinked and continued gazing at the carpeted floor. No way in hell was he talking, especially to this shrink. The only people who would openly feel okay to talk to were Mrs. Forman, and Donna. Forman sometimes, but nothing too serious. Hyde was not about to talk about his dumbass choices to a man who probably needed therapy himself.

"So... I hear that your mother is in prison as well, were your actions a cry for attention?" Hyde just took a deep breath, and twiddled his thumbs as he leaned forward, just wishing that the twenty minutes he had spent in here already would quickly change to an hour in the blink of an eye.

Asking Hyde to talk about his feelings was like asking Red to not say dumbass. You would end up hurt.

The therapist seemed patient and okay with his silence, which pissed him off. In fact, the guy seemed too calm, Hyde figured he wanted whatever the guy was on. But of course, he'd stick to staying silent and saying nothing, not even looking up from his gaze on the floor.

"You come from a pretty rough home, it sounds like... your mother, an alcoholic, and your father... arrested for domestic violence. Tell me, Steven, did he ever hit you?"

How did they know that? How could they find out about his parents records? They didn't need to know about them, they should only be asking him things about him, not his family. No, they shouldn't be asking him anything. This was the fucking government. He was trapped in their system and they were pulling out all of the information they had on him, on their family. Yeah his parents were awful people, yet how could they find out every little thing about them? When was Bud arrested for domestic violence? Hyde didn't even know about that, and that was his own father. This was a trap, and Hyde was a pawn in this game. They had his records, and the government could get total access on who he is and everything about him, and that scared him.

At the mention of Bud's abuse, Hyde did something completely unpredicted by him. He broke the gaze on the floor. He looked at the therapist. It was proof that one, Hyde had been listening and not completely toning out the guy, and also that yes, Bud did abuse hm. Hyde didn't want to cooperate, he wanted to get out, he didn't want to talk about his shitty family life. It didn't matter.

"I take that as a yes, do you think your home environment has influenced you to make the choices that you make today?" Hyde scowled and now glared at the floor, trying his hardest to not show his eyes. He didn't have his damn sunglasses with him, so he was vulnerable, and he didn't want the therapist to know that's where the truths were held. "You know you can talk to me, it's completely confidential."

"Confidential my ass," Hyde growled lowly, this would be going straight to the warden, straight to the judge, to the government. This was anything but confidential.

"You feel that you can't trust me? Is it that you can't trust anyone?" Hyde rolled his eyes and glanced up at the clock, watching as the minute hand rolled to the :26. Twenty four minutes to go.

"No."

"What do you mean?" Hyde began biting on his fingers again, the tips already raw from picking at them yesterday. This was so fucking stupid, he just wanted to go back to his cell... he had to pee really bad. Silence filled the room again, Hyde was smug that his tactic had worked. Answer very short, which got the therapists's hopes high, then go unresponsive again. He could see the aggravation written all over his face, and it was quite amusing to the fifteen year old.

"Did you know that therapist has two words in it?" Hyde finally asked, the man looked at him curiously, and Hyde smirked. "The rapist."

"Is that something you want to talk about, rape?" Hyde's smile immediately fell, and he turned back to the floor, which only showed vulnerability to the man, who was jotting down notes as Hyde silenced once again. "So, it says here, that you have a brother, Christopher, how old is he?"

Hyde felt his anger boil... he couldn't take it anymore. Why the hell was this guy doing this? Standing up, Hyde stormed to the door and yanked it open, it smacked loudly against the wall. As he walked out, he turned around.

"HE'S DEAD!" Hyde shouted, slamming the door shut behind him.

Hyde sat, curled in his cell, shaking with anger and angst clouding his judgment. He couldn't take this... the therapy, the meetings, the isolation from the rest of human civilization. It was making him crazy, making him sick and he couldn't handle it. Damn, he even missed Jackie, right now he'd rather be kissing the bitch rather than sitting here, replaying every horrible thing that ever happened to him. And the thought of kissing her was disgusting.

Hyde couldn't do this much longer, this place was driving him insane. He needed to get out... he needed nirvana.

Hyde held his breath.