A/N: Nothing to really add here. Uh... I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this so... yeah. Thanks to yuode123 for informing me of the name of certain characters. This is really bad and I suck at writing but I tried... so uh leave a review please!

WARNING: Flashback containing cruelty and violence physically and verbally, attempted sexual violation. Possible trigger warning.

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

September 20, 6:00AM

Jesse pulled the hood over his head so that it resulted a shadow over his eyes. He speed-walked down the pavement, taking notice of the rising sun. He had to leave quick. They're going to notice that he was gone in just a matter of minutes.

He reached into his pocket to fiddle with the dollar bills within it, checking once again to see if it had the same amount as before.

He turned the corner to cross the street, remaining uncertain of his destination. He couldn't exactly go to Alaska, him having no possession of any car. And he didn't even know how to contact Saul's 'get-away' guy.

Jesse grew dubious as he walked further and further away from his parents' house. He had a huge risk of getting caught but... he couldn't stay there. Not only would he end up behind bars but... he hated being imprisoned at 'home' as well, whether or not it was better than in the pit.

He crossed an intersection of a main road to walk along a sidewalk which had a barb wired fence alongside it, a massive field of lengthy plants leading to a medium-sized area of woods and trees. Jesse climbed his way over, pushing his way through the field as sirens were now heard in the distance.

Jesse spent the next few days outside, staring at nothing except the sky and nature around him. Thinking about nothing in particular, except of how it was all going to turn out in the end.

He didn't exactly know if he got what he wanted. Sure, he escaped from that... that hell... But was this any better?

The days of September 13th and 14th, he was taken in for more questioning, which he still didn't answer much to, regardless of whether or not the handcuffs were on him. He figured that he would never completely escape what the memories of the hideout had branded onto him. Marie talked to him a bit more this time, along with Mrs. White- Skylar separately (one on each day).. Jesse knew they were toying with him and comforting him to get more answers, of course he knew. Though in reality, Marie and Skylar felt nothing more than sorrow as they pitied the tormented kid.

His parents made many more attempts to get him to talk words that weren't consisted of pleading, or begging or crying, only to fail as that was all that Jesse gave them.

Eventually, along came his birthday; September 15th. He was turning 27. Not like it made any difference to his life, though he was still glad that he wasn't spending today in the pit... who knows what they would've done to him if they had found out about his 'special day'. His Dad provided the family of 'four' with cake, which Jesse didn't eat. His present was a card containing loving words with a bit of cash; Jesse thought enigmatically as he took it; he would be going to prison in a matter of time, why would he need money?

But maybe he had a chance of not going to jail... I mean, if his face was let out in public (it probably already was), he'd be seen as the victim rather than the suspect. But that didn't really change the states of law.

God, he could really go for a hit right now. The thing was, that Jesse never really used his drugs for a method of 'just because'... it was more rather used in the terms of numbing out the pain and stress of his life. Jesse thought about sneaking off to see Badger or Pete to buy some off of them but quickly came to the conclusion that- oh, I'm not allowed to leave, unless I'd want to be in fugitive state.

He looked off out his window as he placed himself at the edge of his bed, slipping into an old oversized hoodie as he did so. Part of that thought gained his interest; sneaking off, escaping... that was an idea. Although it was beyond words better than at the gang hideout, this place wasn't more than merely an imprisonment with his own blood. He had to escape, that was the least of his problems.

Jesse watched as the sun completely disappeared from view, sharply exhaling as if he were holding his breath. Tonight, he sighed, wiping away his weary eyes. I'll do it tonight.

And so he waited, hours until the sky struck midnight, hesitating every time he tried to leave his bedroom. Some of him still thought that someone he loved (Brock, in other words... who else did he love?) would get killed because of him if he dared to escape, and because of that, Jesse let himself fall beneath his pillows and into another painstaking night of restless sleep.

For the next few days, Jesse's parents attempt to take him to therapy sessions, but Jesse refused. He didn't really feel like venting about his problems, nor was he in the mood for bullshit advice just yet.

Janette blamed herself everyday for being so oblivious of her son's well-being over the past few months. She had known nothing about this... torturing of her son. All she had known, was the police hunting for Jesse for a few weeks in the midst of April. Assuming it was for drug related reasons, she stayed out- they stayed out, wanting nothing to do with their disappointment of a family member. But then a month or so later... she was informed that Jesse had been missing for quite some time and was nearly being presumed dead.

And what did she do?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

He forced himself to quietly pull open the door and step into the corridor, bringing his birthday money from atop of the drawer with him.

The entire house was silent, no sound except for a whirring from the air vents. Jesse snuck into the kitchen to get his hands on a few granola bars for the road, stuffing several of them into the pocket of his oversized hoodie.

He then tiptoed towards the front door, moving his trembling hand towards the knob, then quickly yet swiftly turning it to open the door midway. This is it. Jesse stepped out, closing the door as quietly behind him. He took a deep breath, then started to walk, to who the fuck knows where.

He pulled out the dollar bills from his pocket and counted; 100 dollars. Un-fucking-believable, Jesse let out a small giggle to himself. I go from being a millionaire to a homeless fugitive with only a single hundred.

But he would have taken homeless fugitive instead of murderer millionaire any day, before all of this.

8:00AM

It had felt as if walking through the small patch of woods had taken hours once he finally hit road again. He made his way down the pavement, letting out more relief to the fact that he couldn't hear sirens any longer. After a fair amount of time, the road between walls of trees eventually lead to a few more plazas and supermarkets, and just in time too, considering that Jesse was nearly stumbling with every step of exhaustion.

He went into the cheapest and most low quality convenience store that he could find and bought a bottle of water. Now, the only problem was... where would he go- or rather, how would he even travel? You can't get anywhere fast and silent by foot.

But either way, he still had one place he had to visit; no doubt.

Brock swung back and forth on the cheaply made swing dangling from a branch of a tree in the backyard of his house, or rather, his Grandma's house.

Nowadays, he usually spent his weekends outside, doing nothing really, whereas before, he would spend his days playing video games and eating all the junk foods that were meant for school. But ever since his Mom-... ever since it happened, he seemed to want to spend more time outdoors, hoping one day that his Mom would come by and hug him in her arms.

But she never came.

Brock jumped off his swing and wiped his brow as the heating sun warmed against his flesh. Maybe he should go back inside for a bit to cool down? But could he take the risk? What if his Mom would come when he's gone?

The six-year-old reluctantly took a few steps forwards, then picked up his pace to start walking faster towards his back door. He paced down as the jingling sound from the chain-linked fence surrounding his backyard was vibrating through his ears. Brock turned around to see a familiar figure painfully jump himself over the fence, cradling the left side of his chest as he landed.

"J-Jesse?!" Brock smiled and ran forwards, throwing himself into Jesse's chest, wrapping his arms tightly around the man's... oddly small and fragile figure. It was different- something was different, Brock could tell. Though at that same moment he realised something else as well. He forced himself away with a pout from Jesse's chest, right after Jesse had finished embracing him. "You're... here..." Brock let out slowly, hesitating to speak the words popping up in his mind.

"I'm... here." Jesse responded in a hoarse tone- Even his voice is different, Brock noticed. The father figure gave Brock a sad smile and stared at him with tired eyes. Speechless of what to say exactly- he looked more like he wanted to cry- Jesse remained silent for moments before Brock spoke up again.

"You're here now." Brock spat, harshly. He was... angry, frustrated. His... Mom was... was killed six months ago, and now Jesse decides to show up?! "Where were you when... when she..." Brock paused, swallowing down the lump in his throat and fighting back the tears in his eyes. Jesse knew what was coming and blinked rapidly to avoid breaking down in front of the kid; he couldn't do that, he couldn't put more pressure onto already stacked pressure. "When my Mom died." Brock continued slowly, his small voice trailing high pitch at the last syllables. He wiped away his eyes and frowned again, "Where were you when she died?!" He repeated, raising his voice, though not very effective with that lump increasing in the centre of his throat.

Jesse gulped, not having the slightest idea of what to say to a six-year-old kid who had just lost his mother- just meaning six months ago. "Brock, I... I-"

"No!" The smaller boy shouted as he looked up at Jesse, cutting him off before he could even think of what to say. "You weren't there! I didn't have anyone and you left me alone!" He cried out, oblivious to whether his Grandma could hear what was happening outside. Jesse fought back tears- more than just tears- as he listened to Brock's ranting. "Go away! Go away and never come back! I never wanna see you again!" Tears streamed down Brock's round-faced cheeks as he turned his back towards Jesse, walking off to the swing set with his arms crossed.

Jesse bit his bottom lip, preparing himself to speak up, hoping not to replace his words with sobs. "...Good... bye, Brock. I, uh... I'm sorry." His voice cracked when he spoke, tears streamed down his face as he stood, shaking, where he was for a brief moment of silence. Brock debated whether to apologise or not... Mommy had always told him not to take out his anger and frustration on other people... and taking it out on Jesse just felt... wrong. He hated the guilt of his words afterwards... yet at the same time he didn't want to apologise. He had a right to be angry, right? As Brock drifted into thought, he grew unaware of the following noises of the chain-linked fence.

Brock turned around fully to face towards Jesse, only to see that... Jesse wasn't there. He was gone.

Whatever, I don't care, Brock thought harshly, though he wasn't exactly sure if he didn't care that Jesse was gone... After missing and wanting to see him for six months, he finally did and now... he's gone again. I made him leave.

And Brock would very much afterwards find out that you should always think before you act- another thing Mommy taught him- because you never know when the person you hurt would be gone in a matter of seconds.

They were drunk again, Jesse could tell from the music being played from inside their clubhouse; they were having a party, presumably. Meanwhile, he was stuck in the lab, consuming more chemicals by the minute. Though, that seemed far more preferable than any time spent with Todd or the others.

He hated when they got drunk; as if they weren't bad enough while sober. They would be more cruel than usual, pushing and pinning him down to the ground just to see how long it would take for him to start crying (sometimes he would cry anyway from the push, being already too overwhelmed), carelessly pressing the butts of their cigarettes wherever they wanted on Jesse's body as if he were an ashtray, throwing the worst insults possible... the list could probably go on endlessly.

Though Jesse felt safe from them tonight since they usually never bothered him while cooking, but who knows how drunk a person can get to disregard those rules?

His hair was gross now, as he thought of it. Before it would stick out in all directions but over time it grew longer, resulting for it to part and lay flat onto his forehead; greasy and clearly unhealthy. They took it as an advantage, though; aggressively pulling on his hair purposely or using it as a better method to yank him wherever they wanted.

The entrance of the lab slid open, allowing a rush of cold air to fill the room. Jesse slowly turned around, trembling slightly as he hoped to see Todd, though his hopes failed him as the sound of laughter and jeering echoed through the walls. "Hey ya' little rat!" One of the gang members had greeted in a slurred voice in which they all joined in as they walked forwards. There were only about four of them, excluding Todd.

"I... I- I'm not done the cook..." Jesse reluctantly spoke, his voice trembling with fear. Sometimes if he spoke, no matter how innocent (and depending on who he was speaking to), he'd get harassed because of it. "I- I have to... finish." He stared at them with wide eyes.

"And why's that?" One of the henchman- Kenny? - asked rhetorically. "Ya' should be done by now." He slurred, slowly stepping forwards, inching closer to Jesse as Jesse stepped back.

"I... Just started..." His voice was hoarse from screaming and crying too much over the past three months. "Please... Leave- leave me alone... please..." He softly pleaded, his lower lip starting to slightly quiver. He glanced at Todd- who stood behind the whole group- as if to tell him to stop them from harassing him, Todd looked away uncomfortably. Jesse fought back tears, full-well knowing that they were going to end up falling down his cheeks anyway.

He stepped backwards until he came to an abrupt stop; the 'leash' went to its limit.

Jesse's bottom lip trembled as Kenny invaded his personal space, wryly smiling down on him. The gang member reached into his back pocket and pulled out a key to (afterwards) unlock the chain in which Jesse was attached to. There was a moment of brief silence, Kenny eyeing Jesse- who was now looking as if he were about to break down- as the others watched, holding in their laughter.

Kenny abruptly grabbed Jesse by his hair and pulled him violently forwards, knocking him to the floor. The others roared in spontaneous laughter. The cruel member hauled Jesse across the floor, dragging him out of the lab from his hair. Jesse screamed and cried in terror as he moved his hands to the hands gripping tightly at his hair, though finding it difficult to even try to soften the grip due to his manacles.

It all went by so fast and before Jesse knew it, he was in front of the clubhouse, up against the wall as Kenny released him. He cowered away from nearly the entire gang, who were laughing and jeering in slurred voices. "Get up, ya rat!" One of them demanded through their snickers.

Jesse inched himself up, lowering his hands to face the crew, who were still teary eyed from laughing. He closed his eyes as he couldn't stop more tears from falling; they mocked him for being 'weak' and a 'disgrace' and countless other names which he thought were true.

As he opened his eyes again, and the first thing he saw was one of the gang members preparing a hose (the same hose they use to 'bathe' him) that stretched from the distance of the pit.

They were going to hose him down... in front of everyone...

Jesse began to breathe heavily as panic and embarrassment rose inside of him. One of the cruel men 'helped' him take off the manacles and let them fall to the ground. "Alright, now take 'em off, rat." One other gang member- Frankie, Jesse recalled - smirked mockingly. Jesse froze up, only able to stare as his face flushed red. "We're waitin'." Frankie continued, resulting a few more snickers and jeers from the crowd. Todd had walked off, seeming completely apathetic to the situation. Uncle Jack also stood fairly far off from the group, though he was still cruelly laughing along as he smoked his cigarette.

"What- are ya shy?" Frankie laughed aloud as he turned his head to stare at the others. "Why don't y'all help him out, huh?" A few others in the small crowd snorted as two of the henchmen walked up to Jesse- who anxiously tried his best to get them to stay back but to no avail- and assertively pulled his worn shirt (which was Todd's) over his head, revealing his abused torso. Jesse tensed his shoulders as the cold air struck him once again, triggering goosebumps to rise on his arms.

The gang 'meowed' and mocked as Jesse stood shirtless in front of them, giving seductive winks and distasteful words. Jesse pleaded as they went for his pants. He couldn't defend himself. Not only were they twice as huge as him but there was the fact that he was profusely outnumbered. Soon enough, he was up against the wall entirely nude, bare back turned towards the crew who were laughing hysterically, shouting out vile phrases.

"Hey sexy!"

"I'm gon' rip that ass in two!"

"'This how you got Heisenberg to cook with you? Fuckin' rat."

"'Bet you got around, rat."

Jesse grimaced as he cried- thankful that no one could see his face- as he covered up as much nudity as he could.

Then, the water hit him. It hit him like bullets made of ice; exploding against his flesh, hitting like hail as he cried aloud. To add onto the full-force, the water was so fucking freezing cold, and they had forced him to turn around to do his front.

By the time they were done, Jesse's back and front dripped blood due to the force of the hose. And this happened nearly every week, excluding the public humiliation... Jesse had a feeling that this would be happening to him more often.

Frankie quickly stepped forwards and forcefully slammed Jesse against the wall of their clubhouse, so that his back faced the gang once again. He whispered into Jesse's ear, loud enough for it to be audible to everyone else, "You're in for a good one... Bet you're once nice lay boy too, rat-"

"Hey, Frank." Jack walked forwards, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth as he did so. Frankie harshly held Jesse against the wall as he listened- "What?! I'm try'na teach the little bitch a lesson!"- to Jack, who seemed to grow more irritated by the minute. "Look, the piece of shit deserves whatever we give 'im but we don't do that kind'a shit 'round here, a'right?" Frankie hesitated before releasing Jesse, who tried his hardest not to start sobbing aloud, but failed as he did so anyway. The beaten man shook and trembled with not only fear, but the fact that he was so cold to the point of where he nearly felt numb. "Now hurry up and get the bitch some new fuckin' clothes. You already wasted more time by takin' him away from the lab." Few members of the gang drunkenly stumbled away as others stood where they were, doing nothing to get the scene moving, as if they took pleasure on watching their worthless pet break in front of them. Frankie gave Jesse a stare of contempt.

"Hussle it up, lets get going!" Jack shouted angrily, walking back into the clubhouse. Todd arrived back, a bundle of his clothes already in his arms, as if he already knew what was going to happen.

"Ah, good 'ol Toddy." Frankie sighed with a genuine warm smile towards Todd. "C'mon, let's have 'nother drink, shall we?" He slurred as he opened the door to the clubhouse, the others following.

Todd helped Jesse into his clothes, then afterwards, chaining the manacles onto him once again, so that they cut into his wrists, ankles and compressed his waist. "Sorry 'bout that, Jesse." Todd apologised as he walked Jesse towards the lab to finish off the cook. "I'll tell 'em next time to leave you alone when you're cookin'- they really do like havin' you around you know- After all, we wouldn't want you to get a low purity, right? Wouldn't want you in for more trouble."

A/N: Leave a review! This chapter is kind of slow and bad, apologies :(