A/N: Nothing really to note down... except um I hope that this is good and I hope that you enjoy. Oh and by the way, I really don't know what Jesse's parent's names are so I'm just going to make up names... I'm also not sure exactly how old Jesse is (or when his birthday is)... my guess would be that since the series aired in 2008, that would be near the chosen timeline (2009 most likely?) so Walt would have died by 2010 or 2011? That would make Jesse about 26 or turning 27 by the end of the show...? Oh well. I'll just go with my little timeline.

EDIT: I've just been informed that Mr. Pinkman's name was Adam... so the names will be slightly altered.

I do not own Breaking Bad or any of its characters.

"Yeah, hello?" Jake picked up the phone, breathlessly, at the last ring as he ran towards it. His Mom glanced at him with an unapproving look, as if he were speaking incorrectly and rude."Uhh Pinkman residence... I guess."

"This is Ralph Kindle from the Police Enforcement, is Mrs. Pinkman available at the moment?" Jake suddenly felt nervous, as all other people do as soon as the word 'police' is mentioned. He debated whether to give the phone to his Mom or not, but eventually he spoke up.

"Uh, yeah," Jake walked over to his mother, who was sitting at the dinner table reading the daily paper with great interest, a headline of; INFAMOUS METH MANUFACTURER 'HEISENBERG' FOUND DEAD AT GANG HIDEOUT. "For you." He handed the phone over to his mother and walked to his room quickly.

"Hello?" Janette (Mrs. Pinkman) held the phone in between her neck and ear as her eyes followed the words on the newspaper.

"Hello, Janette Pinkman. This is Ralph Kindle from the Albuquerque Police Enforcement." Immediately, Mrs. Pinkman let her newspaper fall flat against the table. The thoughts in her mind were racing to what could have the police calling. Part of her thought that her own husband had done something, someone in her family must have- oh. Jesse. And sure enough, "I'm calling to inform you about your son, Jesse Pinkman." There was a moment of complete silence through the line. "Hello...?"

Janette eventually brought herself to speak, massaging her temple with her left hand. "Is... is he in trouble...? Has he..." She incautiously continued, "...His drugs...?"

"Has your son dealt with drug problems, m'am?" And this was where she realised her mistake in mentioning anything about that.

"I-... He-"

"M'am, I do not care whether your son has dealt with drugs in the past... He's clean, anyway... most likely." He interrupted, saving her the trouble.

"Then... then why are you calling?" She asked, nearly shaking to the thought of what the true reason may be.

"Mrs. Pinkman, before I reveal what has happened in the past few months I need you to prepare yourself to what may be considered overwhelming." Ralph warned before finally saying, "Your son was found earlier today and has been taken into custody for questioning. Assuming you and your son never had any connection for a while, you might've not been aware, he has been missing for approximately six months, and when we found him, he was in... a traumatic condition." Janette froze up, incredulous to what was coming through the line. "We've discovered that Jesse had been held captive at the familiar Neo-Nazi gang hideout that was possibly mentioned in a paper recently about the whole 'Heisenberg' business- I don't know." She glanced at the newspaper, her shock now focused on her son rather than the fact that his former chemistry teacher was an infamous murderer and meth cook.

"Oh... God..." She breathed out, barely a whisper. Tears strung in her eyes as she held her hand to her mouth.

"He will be staying in your custody until needed for further questioning... pick him up... more information... he is in traumatised state..." All she heard was ringing, the man on the line blanking out of her hearing. Her son was held hostage and tortured for the past six months, and she hadn't even known.

Jesse woke the next morning, having had only 3 hours of sleep the previous night. His Mom was in the same room, weary eyed, as if she hadn't slept at all. "Hey..." She softly greeted, gently placing her palm onto Jesse's knee from above the bed sheet. "Get more rest. You barely slept." Jesse stared at nothing, expressing an emotionless look, which worried his Mother profoundly. "I..." She wiped away a stray tear, before continuing to speak. "I could make you soup. You could try eating again... Something more of a liquid." Jesse shook his head. There was a moment of silence before Janette stood up and laid a kiss onto her broken son's forehead, then proceeded to step out of the room, closing the door mid-way behind her.

Jesse slowly got up, pulling his legs forcefully out of the bed altogether before remembering again that he didn't have the manacles any more. Though, he still wobbled towards the door, legs and wrists close together, shoulders tensed. He quietly opened the door and stepped into the hallway, planning to go into the washroom without making a noise to bother anybody, just in case they might get angry with him for doing so. In the pit, if he would start crying to the point where it woke one of the gang members, he'd get yelled at or be forced to shut up by having a gag placed into his mouth, or something involving more violence. Though in reality, anyone in this household would be glad to hear just a word from him.

He heard whining voices from the kitchen, and to his curious-ness, he sneaked to the entrance, peeking through to see what all the ruckus was from his parents.

His Dad, Adam, sat beside Janette, arm wrapped around her back so that his hand was against her shoulder as she weeped. "We should have let him stay when we had the chance," she cried out softly as if Jesse and Jake were still sleeping. "We could have stopped this from happening, Adam! We could have, I-" she trailed off into a river of tears. Adam hushed her and he hugged her closer, telling her false words of comfort; "It'll be okay."

"Oh God... Some police officer is visiting today to reveal some... something else about Jesse..." She wiped away her tears with her hand, then continued to speak, "What if they come to take him-"

"They won't, Jen... They wouldn't so soon." Adam assured, yet he wasn't so sure himself.

There was a knock at the door just then, and Janette looked to her husband with profound panic plastered onto her face. He stared back at her with sad eyes before he got up to answer the door. Jesse ran back to his room before he could be seen, but snuck back out as a man with a suit walked past the corridor and into the living room.

"... Found this disk at the Neo-Nazi hideout." The man spoke, ending his sentence as Jesse peeked through. "The DEA agent, Hank Schrader, that we told you about..." The two worried parents nodded their heads. "Yeah well, the story was that he let your son stay at his household for a limited amount of time to film a confession video to put Walter White, also known as Heisenberg, behind bars. This revealed the entire story over the past year and a half just before Jesse was taken by the gang. I thought you two would like to know what was going on." He took the white tinted disk out of its container and slid it into the DVD player.

The screen went staticky for a moment, and then Jesse, from several months ago, displayed on the screen, looking distressed and near-broken. 'I first met Mr. White... Walter White... In Junior year Chemistry...' Jesse spoke. Janette held both her hands to her mouth.

'He was my teacher.'

Jesse snuck back into his room as the disk began to play, unbearable to seeing himself admit all those things; killing someone in cold blood. He hated seeing his previously kleptomaniac parents so... full of awe at his actions. But he deserved the disappointment, didn't he?

They knew everything now. They knew what had happened throughout the past two years. They knew about Gale, Brock, Jane, Andrea, Todd... One thing was on Jesse's mind at the moment and it was that he was never going to see a happy ending to this. He can't go to Alaska; his face will be everywhere, he doesn't have money, a car... He doesn't have any happiness either. And how could he live with the fact that he basically killed his own girlfriend? He still couldn't live with it up to today... Who could?

He wondered if they knew about that yet; that Walt killed Jane, and that he killed Andrea himself by trying to escape without thinking out possible outcomes. They probably did, now to think of it. Fucking pathetic idiot, Jesse forgot to remind himself today.

He had a new priority at the moment; to escape from here. It was near fucking impossible, but he needed to leave. Not only did he cut himself off completely from his own family (noting that he hadn't really seen them as family anymore), but he could not spend the rest of his life in prison... he couldn't.

He sat on his bed, staring out the window from a distance. A part of him... missed the man who'd put him through all of this. Mr. White... The Devil himself. But also the closest thing he had to a father, after his own confirmed him to be a disappointment to the family.

He heard the man in the living room speaking aloud again, then later heard footsteps heavily walk down the corridor. He's leaving... They've finished watching the tape... His parents would probably come in any minute, probably look at him completely different as they ever had before. Their son was not only a huge part in Meth Empire, but he was also a killer.

But at least he was home, right? But what exactly was home? Jesse didn't know anymore. Part of him started to believe that the pit, the meth lab was his home. But now... everything became so confusing. Home is where you're happy, where people actually wanted you and made you feel important... Wherever Jesse seemed to go, that was nowhere to be found.

Sure enough, his parents did walk in, or rather, only his Mom, her nose red and her eyes swollen from crying so much. Jesse sat at the edge of his bed, staring at his wrists which were now scarred eternally. He couldn't see it, but he could feel his Mother's eyes piercing through him. He hated it. It was no longer the same stare a worried Mother gives to her child... even the vibe was different.

She thought about walking forwards to speak, to allow her son to vent without a camera forcing him to do so. She knew already about Andrea, Jane... two girlfriends that she hadn't even known her son had. Both dead; killed. One by a former Chemistry teacher who stood by to watch, and one by trying to escape, eventually leading to the poor girl being murdered in front of Jesse himself, not being able to do anything. She knew that Jesse blamed himself.

"None of this is your fault you know." Janette softly spoke. Jesse didn't look up from his wrists, he was barely even paying attention at all. She must have noticed and figured that she should give more time to think (which was a bad thing for Jesse), after all, he had just arrived the previous day. "Love you." She gave a sad smile, knowing that he wouldn't have seen it anyway, and closed the door behind her as she left the room.

He was in the pit again, except it was much larger and brighter than usual. There was also no gang members around to taunt and mock him. Jesse, stilled chained, walked forwards, further into the pit which seemed to go on forever, until he saw a familiar figure standing at the end; Jane.

Jesse stood, now unable to move as Jane slowly approached, gliding across the floor resulting an eerie vibe. "Jane...?" He croaked, reaching his hands forward to touch the deceased one in front of him, only for his fingers to fade right through her. She was crying now, and before Jesse knew it, she started to scream at him- Why did you let me die?!-, triggering Jesse to flinch and stumbled back in fright. As Jane continued to cry, she eventually vaporized into a new figure, who cried out to him just as much; Why did you kill me?! Why did you hurt Brock?! Why did you hurt us?!

Andrea.

Jesse started to cry in his sleep; pleading and swearing against his life that he was sorry. He bolted awake, panting and hitching with every breath. His parents were there again, just as they were the previous night. Jesse sat upright, grimacing as he covered his face with his hands to start sobbing. "I didn't mean to kill them..." He impotently and repeatedly cried out, wiping away tears as he did. His Mom slowly approached, wrapping her arms around his tiny frame. "I didn't want to..." She held him close to her chest, shushing him as he desperately apologised- "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."- to no one in particular.

His birthday was in six days, and he'd be turning 27; September, 15. It hadn't even been nearly a week since he had escaped from the pit but something about him spoke- no... He couldn't think like that. A part of him thought it was better in the pit, at the hideout. While he was there, his mind was more occupied to other things going on. But now that he was out, he had all the time in the world to reflect, and he hated it.

Jesse wobbled into the kitchen, disregarding his Mother sitting at the table, staring at her own cooked food as if it were invisible. He open the cupboard to grab a glass for a drink of water, since it felt as if he hadn't drunk anything in forever. As he descended the glass, it slipped out of his grip and shattered into pieces onto the floor. His Mom turned her head in human instinct towards the commotion, then looked up at her son who stared back at her with pure terror and eyes at the verge of releasing tears. "I... I didn't... mean to." He forced out in a cracked and broken voice, holding in the urge to start hyperventilating as panic rose up. She's gonna hit me... "It slipped out... out of my hand... I didn't..." But his voice trailed off as he found it harder to breathe. Fucking panic attack... not now...

Janette gulped down the urge to cry- she had to be strong for herself, for her son, whether or not he didn't see her much as a mother anymore- and stood up from her seat to walk towards Jesse and guide him to sit in the seat beside hers, comforting him and trying to calm him down as she did so. Jesse's breathing patterned didn't seem to slow down as she knelt to pick up the shards of glass.

Janette threw the pieces of glass into the garbage after wrapping them in newspaper for safety hazard. She settled a new glass of water and placed it in front of Jesse, sitting down where she was previously. "We would never hurt you, sweetheart," she slowly croaked, placing her hand on Jesse's forearm, but retrieving it as he flinched profoundly. He picked up the glass of water, trembling as he did so, and held it to his mouth to drink. "What they did to you was horrible... beyond words horrible..." Her voice trailed off for a moment as she tried to find her voice again. "But we would never hurt you." She didn't exactly know what else to say. Anything she could say could result to bad memories, bad flashbacks...

She dared to think about it, but a part of her felt as if her son would never be the same again. That's a bit of an understatement; she knew that he would never be the same again. Those monsters broke him, and the aftermath that they brought onto her son... She couldn't do a thing about it.

Jesse spent the rest of the day outside, staring at nothing. He wasn't the person to result to suicide, but then again, he had contemplated it countless times before. What else did he have to live for? His entire shell of a body was full of complete grief and guilt and depression; before and after his capture.

The thought of death, at the moment, seemed preferable than the thought of living the full experience that is life.

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