A/N: Uh... okay. Well, not sure where I'm going with this but okay. I'm not that much a good writer... sorry about that. I sort of took a slight idea to this brbakinkmeme prompt thing, so I guess it's a sort of fill-in... Links don't work. Well, enjoy anyway... Oh God I'm so self-conscious this is bad.
WARNING: Near-mature themes/implications, drug abuse. Not graphic.
I do not own Breaking Bad or any of its characters.
"Yo, so you're sure no one, uh," Skinny Pete lead Jesse into his house, which was much like Badger's, as he spoke. He inched backwards and took quick glances outside to search for any possible police vehicle, only to find nil in such. "... Knows you're here, right?" Pete closed the door behind him and afterwards stood alongside Jesse, who looked more lost than tired. There were stray cigarette butts that lay in the agape cracks between the wall and the floor; ash stains following. This made the small corridor make the impression of what must be beyond the house. "Because, uh... y'know what happened last time you, uh..." Pete added, self-conscious of his words, feeling as if anything he'd say would trigger an unpleasant reaction.
"No..." Jesse started, inhaling deeply, inching his head down slightly to scratch his neck. "I... Nobody knows. Don't think they do." He turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of his friend, who gave an uncomfortable expression. "...Look, man, I just need to stay a night... or maybe even a few hours, then I'm gone." His voice was drained, he didn't plead, though his eyes said otherwise.
"No, man, I'm fine with you stayin'. It's just that... you know..." Pete couldn't comprehend the words to say but soon enough spat out, "You're kind of-"
"Yo, Skinny! Who's at the door?" A voice called from a room beyond the corridor. Badger's voice, Jesse recognised. Skinny Pete and Jesse walked along the corridor which lead to the living room, which was surprisingly tidy in comparison to Badger's place. Badger laid into the beige-stained sofa, widening his eyes and sitting up straight as soon as Jesse came into view. He gulped before words began to slip out of his mouth. "Woah, Jesse... Uh," He started awkwardly. "How you been holdin' up, yo?" Jesse didn't reply. He bit his tongue, holding back an impulsive to snap back at the stupid question.
Skinny and Badger caught eachothers eyes in the midst of the unsettling silence. Badger spoke up again, "Uh, you're in, like, all the news channels I've seen today. 'Armed and dangerous' apparently." He gave out a nervous chuckle, itching the back of his head subconsciously. "That's kind of why I'm over here... Uh..." Badger cut himself off as he noticed Jesse eyeing a half bag full of white powder that laid atop of the coffee table in front of the sofa. "Do you want a hit?"
If Jesse weren't so unstable at this point, he would have declined and called out on Badger for offering a person in a trauma drugs. But because he's so fucking empty, he accepts and walks over to take a seat near Badger as the older man prepared lines of the drug.
"Yo, Like, I say we totally go out and, like, party and shit." Skinny Pete stood up, his eyes off gaze and bolting about. "I know a good place that has a lot of naked bitches, know what I'm sayin'?"
Badger smiled lightly, squinting his eyes at his high friend. "Dude, you look like shit and you're talkin' about a club? I say we just party it up here. Invite some bitches, drink up..."
"What? So the cops could, like, come again? Nah, yo. Plus, we could, uh," Pete snorted his nostrils as he spoke. "We could all go out to party for Jesse. Since we never got to before, yo." He swept his index finger across his nostrils as he snorted again, feeling as if his nose was the most irritating thing of all.
"Yeah, man!" Badger responded enthusiastically. "Jesse, man, what d'you think?" He looked over to Jesse, awaiting a reply and not taking a notice of how unstable he looked.
Jesse heard his heart pound against his chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. He heard the two of them talking, he heard the words come out of their mouths but couldn't comprehend much of what to say. His body chilled as if he just came from ice-cold water. Jesse looked up, biting his lip. He faced Badger and smiled eerily, "Lets go."
Ringing was all that went through his ears as the music pounded through the room, along with the noises of dancing drunks and teenagers. The place Pete took them was just as big as he'd explained it on the unsteady and reckless car-ride here; nobody took panic or alarm that Skinny was completely high while driving.
The club had sections of lounges far off from the dance floor with black leather couches for people to sit. Most of the people there were either high, drunk, or having sex where everyone could see. And the trio just so happened to sit at one of these, joining along with the groups of the intoxicated.
"Yo! I told you this place was off the hook!" Skinny Pete shouted through the booming music, directing to Jesse and Badger.
"What?!" Badger shouted back, only hearing mumbles coming from Pete's mouth. Jesse stared at the flashing lights from the dance floor, finding them more fascinating than anything at all at the moment. Skinny gave a dismissive hand and went off to an unknown woman sitting at the opposite couch of the small sitting area they were at. Badger was rambling on about something Jesse couldn't hear.
"Hey." A woman sat down beside Jesse. She wore a black strapless dress which went to thigh-length, a hole near the chest to show slight cleavage. Jesse didn't stir. He stared at nothing within the darkness of the dance club, allowing the music to pump into his mind, to numb out all the stress and memories. The woman placed her gentle touch at Jesse's forearm, which made him start though she didn't seem to notice. He turned towards her with lost eyes. "Hey." She repeated before leaning forwards to brush her lips against Jesse's ear. "Lets go somewhere private."
After heading up a flight of stairs, the woman lead Jesse into a corridor that had doors to rooms alongside the scarlet painted walls. She walked towards a door at the far end and twisted open the knob. After entering the room, she closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it at the same time.
The room was near simple; A bed big enough for two, hardwood floor, a few couches placed around a coffee table, a TV, drawers, dark tinted lights...
The woman, who didn't look much older than 30, swept him from his feet; she easily and gently pushed him back to lay down against the bed. "You're a broken person. I could feel it." She whispered as their lips collided. Jesse followed whatever and wherever the situation was leading to. For the most part, he wasn't there at all, at least, his mind wasn't. The woman must have noticed, because she frowned, but then quickly switched to a seductive smile and sat up so that her rear was against Jesse's groin. "I can fix that." She breathed as he moved her legs over Jesse to step off the bed.
She stripped herself of clothing, leaving her bra and underwear on, as she reached into the cabinet of the nightstand that was placed next to the bed. She pulled out handcuffs from the drawer, then leaped back onto the bed to clasp Jesse's right wrist with the bars of the bed. "Broken boys gotta get beaten." She kissed him again, afterwards going for his pants before he screamed.
Jesse snapped from his mind and the first thing he saw was that he was chain to a bed. The handcuffs looked awfully similar to the manacles and that's when the images came back into his mind. He was back in the Hell, Oh God Oh God Oh God. He screamed until he burst in tears, pleading for his life. "Please! No!... No... Please! I'm sorry!" He sharply inhaled to let out a loud wail of torment. The woman startled back in profound confusion and fear. What had she done? Obviously she'd gotten his consent hadn't she? Why is he...
Jesse started to sob loudly, screaming for help as he violently yanked at the 'manacles'. The woman quickly dressed and retrieved her key to unlock the handcuffs. As soon as the handcuffs released the sobbing man, Jesse turned to his side and covered his ears, screaming and crying as he began to hyperventilate due to extreme anxiety building up through his body. The woman stood by, unable to move without Jesse pleading at her to leave him alone.
The door abruptly swung open, revealing Badger and Skinny Pete standing at the entrance. "Woah, holy shit!" They both ran forwards. The woman was just about to call out on these random men to find out if they had followed her and... the 'broken' man. "The hell did you do to him?" Badger exclaimed at the woman.
"Nothing! He... he..." But she didn't continue as the situation unfolded by the second. Badger knelt in front of Jesse, trying to get his hands off his ears to relax him. Pete noticed the handcuffs and eventually came to conclusions.
"Jesse. Jesse. You alright? C'mon yo." Badger attempted again to calm his wailing friend down. Jesse eventually allowed his hands to be taken from his face. Badger helped him sit up, incompetently telling him to breathe and relax as Jesse's breathing pace increased. "C'mon Jesse."
The woman took a half-step forwards before speaking up, reluctantly, "Hold on, his name's Jesse. As in Jesse Pinkman?" The two of the turned their heads in confusion. Her eyes widened as she brought her hands to her mouth, incredulously speaking, "Holy shit. He's the guy on TV, isn't he? The fugitive. Thought he looked familiar." Skinny Pete glanced at Badger, who caught his eyes. Badger jerked his head in the direction of Jesse and they both supported their broken friend to walk until the came to the door. "Hey! I'm calling the fucking cops!" They headed out anxiously, growing more panicked by the second.
They walked through the pounding music, ignoring the staring eyes as they passed by.
After parking the car at Skinny Pete's driveway, Badger and Pete contemplated the situation as Jesse slept in the backseat, completely exhausted. They figured to stay in the car until he would wake up, which would end up being approximately an hour later.
3:00AM
Jesse sat up with a croak, his two other friends turned their heads from their seats and stared at him with their weary eyes. "What happened?" He groaned. Badger took a glimpse to Pete and opened his mouth to speak.
"Uh, you know... Not much. You just, uh, passed out, yo." He started awkwardly. The moment led on with silence and suspense before Skinny Pete shifted his body slightly to face Jesse, given the amount of space that was in the car. Badger jerked his head slightly in Jesse's direction.
"Listen, Jesse. You're on, like, all news programs and radio stations and shit. Literally everyone's lookin' for you, yo." He spoke in a slow pace, picking out his words carefully as they slipped out of his mouth. Jesse gulped, he knew what was coming. "The cops'll probably park outside both our cribs tomorrow, yo. You bein' a fugitive and all." Jesse remained silent and nodded his head in acceptance, expressing a worried look. Badger noticed.
"Hey hey hey, look, we want you here, man. But I just... y'know, I got a new job and I can't really be goin' to jail again-" Badger spoke but was interrupted.
"Yeah. I get it... Could you just... " Jesse inhaled as he closed his eyes and massaged his temple. "Nevermind. I'll see you 'round." He opened his eyes again and faintly nodded. Badger and Skinny gave sad smiles as Jesse opened the door to the car and walked out, closing it behind him.
They watched him wobble away, shoulders tensed and limbs close together as he faded further into the night.
A/N: Review please!