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Disclaimer: I still don't own That 70's Show

Have you ever felt like you were moving in slow motion? Like an old time movie that never seems to end. Like the world of color is slowly crashing down on you, leaving you in the never ending black and white movie.

You see on the news every day about murders and serial killings, usually somewhere in the city, but it still happens every day. I wonder if those people feel guilty. Do they even have a conscience? I know this feeling never leaves mine. Steven kept telling me over and over again to just forget about it. That she was going to die anyways. That she was going to kill him, her own son. It's a scary thought though, taking someone's life, whether they deserve it or not. I believe that everyone deserves a second chance. I almost laughed at Kitty when she told me that. That everyone deserves a second chance. Back then I was so naïve. But now I truly believe it. It's weird how own single thing could change your point of view on things. How one single thing could change you.

The sunlight shining through the curtains in the living room, only made my head feel like it was a thousand more pounds than it already felt. I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar sight, not even realizing that it was my own living room. Why wasn't I in my bed? Flashbacks from last night started to flood my brain, but I didn't want to think about it. Apparently I didn't drink enough alcohol to forget about it, but drank enough to give me a hangover. The cons of being a light weight. A piece of paper on the coffee table caught my eyes.

Not bad for a first timer.

Next to it was some aspirin and a watt of cash.

I didn't even want to look at it, let alone count it. Looking at it would make me think about last night, and that was the last thing on my mind.

If only I could swallow the pills dry, the kitchen seemed like a mile away. But I got up anyways, even if it was a mile away, I'd walk it just to get rid of this headache.

The red blinking light on the wall phone caught my attention as the icy cold water slithered down my itchy dry throat.

"Jackie, it's Hyde. Uh just checking in since you haven't been around in a while. Um yeah."

I smiled. That day it happened, I was supposed to hang out with Steven. Just mono y mono, just one on one, just me and him and nobody else. I was going to show him that he made a terrible mistake, choosing that slutty stripper Sam over me.

I literally did a spit take with the water in my mouth when I realized what I just said to myself.

I was going to show him that he made a terrible mistake, choosing that slutty stripper Sam over me.

I told myself that I would never ever be like Sam, that Sam had no self respect for herself, and that Steven only wanted her for the sex.

But I'm practically following in her footsteps.

God, I'm such a hypocrite.

I want to go visit him, but I look like I've just been through a meat grinder. My hair was a mess, my makeup was running down my face, I had huge dark circles under my eyes, I pretty much look exactly like how I feel.

I splashed some water on my face, watching the left over makeup from last night go down the drain. I was secretly hoping that the water would clear out my head, and make the bad memories follow the black shit down to the sewer.

I practically looked good as new, it's amazing what makeup could do. I could feel like shit on the inside, but look perfectly fine on the outside. And that's exactly the look that I was looking for.

Just as I was about to leave there was a knock at the door. It kind of took me aback a little. It's a rarity that anyone knocks on the door anymore. It's almost like my apartment is in some immortal place, which only I could get to. The only person I could think it would be is Laurie, to remind me about last night, or something along those lines.

Instead I came face to face, well actually face to neck, with the red headed lumber jack.

"I need to talk to you."

I feel like every time I come here, I always give him bad news, and it always leads to us yelling. Well not necessarily yelling in a fighting way, but more of a whispering kind of way considering there are guards every inch of this place.

He was quiet, too quiet for my liking. Except, I don't want to hear his reaction. I hate when he's mad at me for something that I fucked up. And considering what I just told him, I actually wish that he would stay quiet forever.

He took a deep breath, opened up his eyes and remained Zen, "Well what exactly did happen then Jackie, huh?"

His voice was completely monotone, it was almost scary.

*Flashback*
(Not even an hour ago)

Just as I was about to leave there was a knock at the door. It kinds of took me aback a little. It's a rarity that anyone knocks on the door anymore. It's almost like my apartment is in some immortal place, that only I could get too. The only person I could think it would be is Laurie, to remind me about last night, or something along those lines.

Instead I came face to face, well actually face to neck, with the red headed lumber jack.

"I need to talk to you."

In her hand was a tiny crumpled up piece of paper that she handed over to me.

"What's this?"

I had a feeling on what it was, but I was hoping to God that it wasn't.

I know what you did this summer.

And it was.

"I don't know, you tell me, I mean it was in your back pocket after all." Donna raised her left eyebrow.

Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit.

Donna's smart, not someone I could outsmart that's for sure, especially since I was definitely not expecting this. If it were Fez, I would just say that I was writing a book, and he would believe me. But Donna's not gullible. She knows I don't even read books, let alone write one.

I didn't say anything, I just stared at the piece of paper.

Maybe I was just hallucinating? Alcohol does that to you right? No, drugs to that to you.

I just stood there dumb struck. How could I not think of anything to say?

"Jackie, you've been acting weird lately," Donna started.

"Nu uh!" I snapped immediately .

"Ever since Edna died and Hyde ran away you've been differently Jackie! And it's not different in a good way either. I'm telling you this as a friend to a friend."

"And your point is?"

"Jackie, this letter, do you know where Hyde is? Are you writing to him? - " She kept asking question after question but I eventually just drained her voice out. I was too busy thinking. No, I can't even say that. I can't even say that I was thinking about something, because I wasn't. I wasn't thinking about anything, but I should of thought about what I was going to say next, because anything could have been better than what I just said.

"Yeah, I know where he is."

Face palm.

Donna's pale white face turned beat red in less than a half of a second.

"You know Jackie, Hyde's not just your friend, he was our friend first, we've all been worried sick and you know where he is and you didn't even tell us? God Jackie, I knew you were selfish, but I didn't think you would cross the line like that."

I never thought about that Hyde being gone impacted anyone else but me. I just never thought about that.

But what Donna and everyone else don't know is that he didn't run away. They don't really know how Edna died. And they don't know this 95 pound ex- cheerleader is a murderer.

"Donna I promised! I promised I wouldn't tell!"

"Since when do you keep promises!" it was more like a statement then a question.

"Since this summer." I whispered.

I walked away to the car, leaving her the one dumb struck.

She didn't need to know anymore, I told her too much to begin with.

*End of Flashback*

And once again, Steven was quiet and his eyes were shut.

"I'm sorry…" I apologized.

He reopened his eyes, "I asked you for two things, to keep your mouth shut, and to get me bail, you can't even do that for me can you?"

I know I fucked up. I know I'm a fuck up. I just don't know how to put two and two together and learn when to keep my big fat mouth shut.

"I'm working on it! You know, half a million is a lot harder to get than it looks."

"Oh right, I'm sorry, you never worked a day in your life have you? Daddy just gives you money!" he pretended to sound like a cheerleader.

My jaw started to quiver, I did not go against my will and expose my body like that to creepy horny men, to get this in return.

"You know Steven, this is why we will never work, you only think about yourself!" my vision started to get blurry.

"If I only thought about myself I wouldn't be stuck in this joint now would i?" his voice gave me the chills.

I didn't know what to say.

"Exactly, I'm not the one, you're the one who only thinks about yourself. And that's why this," he moved he hand going back and forth between me and him, "will never work."

That's not the first time I heard that I only think about myself today.

"Then why did you even take the blame huh? Why are you making me feel like such shit!" a tear finally broke loose and slid down me cheek.

"I'm not doing anything, you're doing it all to yourself doll." He smirked.

It's like he enjoys watching me suffer.

"When did you become so heartless?"

"Ever since I became a murderer."

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I fucking hate Steven Hyde.

I walked up to the familiar house hold where I spend my whole high school childhood in. I stood in the driveway, in front of me was Eric's prized possession, the vista cruiser. There are so many memories and that stupid damn car. At least they are good memories though. They say high school is the best years of your life. It's true. Even though I met everyone as a sophomore, those three years were the best time of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. If I could go back in time, to where my only troubles were making sure I didn't find Michael making out with Pam Macy, I would. It's kind of depressing. The whole growing up thing, I mean. I would never admit it, but growing up is my worst fear. I want to stay a kid forever.

I went through the basement door – it's never locked. It's late – maybe midnight, and all of the lights are out. But even in the dark I could see everything crystal clear. Now this, this was where I spent my teenager years, my whole high school career. I always hated it down here, I took it for granted, but now it's my favorite place in the whole world – it's my comfort zone. Steven's room underneath the stairs brings so much good memories as well. When he found out I was living in my big house, all by my lonely self, he snuck me down here. That was the Steven I loved. I made my way up the stairs, and up the other stairs to the top floor of house. I never really went up here, we mostly just hung out in the basement. I took a deep breath and knock on the closed door.

"I'm surprised you came back for round two, thought you would've chickened out."

"I told you I need the cash."

No matter how many times I say I hate him, I never truly will.

AN: Whooot Whooooot. And there's Chapter 5 :D. Loll so what do you guys think? Click the button below and let me know ;). Favs, Follows, & Reviews are welcome as always (:. So is constructive criticism! Also I'm starting an Outsiders fanfic so if any of you's like The Outsiders feel free to check it out ((: Ohh & also i tried to make it go in the story line but Hyde & Jackie arent togetherr. i forgot to mention that earlierr in the story xP. i guess because i already have it in my head, i forgot that that i neeeded to put it in the story xD lol