Chapter 1: Trapped

The room was bleak. Sure, it was the room that belonged to a little girl. There was pink and purple and glitters and toys and drawings. The color was faded with the darkness that enveloped the room that night.

Marie sat in the rocking chair in the corner, hugging a pink teddy bear. Glazed over eyes kept their watch over the small girl that lay sleeping in the bed across the room. She watched as the small blonde peacefully slept, not a care in the world. How lucky she must be, to be so ignorant of the current situation.

"I'm so sorry," Marie whispered, a tear falling from her eye, rolling down her cheek. Her grip on the teddy bear tightened, squeezing the bear harder against her stomach. Her head dropped as she softly sobbed.

Two years earlier.

Marie sat in the car, a huge grin on her face. This is it, this is the moment that she had been waiting for. The very man that ruined her husband's life and had in turn hurt her, was now being arrested. He was being taken into custody as she stopped at the stop sign. There was nothing that could ever bring her more joy.

Even though this had to bring great pain to her sister, she enjoyed it. Skyler had sat back and allowed Walt to do all these horrible things. Walt is the reason that Hank had gotten shot and nearly died. He was the reason that they had to be guarded. And Skyler? She was the one that sat by and watched Walt, supporting him as all of this happened. So was it really so bad to get some happiness out of this?

She parked the car and headed towards the door. There was a different tone to her steps, they were lighter. Not only was Heisenberg off the streets, but, she would finally get her husband back and her sister back. Everything was about to get better. Finally,

"Oh my God!" she gasped. Marie wanted to scream, but it was taking her too long to process the scene before her. The entire house was torn apart, things broken and shattered on the ground, the furniture carelessly disassembled. Instinctively, she reached for her phone and began to dial.

"If you know what's best for you and your husband, you'll shut that door and don't say a word," the man threatened. He was one of Jack's men, went by the name of Bob. The scruffy older man motioned for her to oblige. "You really want me to get the gun out don't ya?" he asked.

Marie could clearly see the handle sticking out of his pants. He wasn't bluffing. She swallowed, obeying him. "You should know that my husband is a DEA agent. It's not like you're going to get away with this," she stated, attempting to call his threat.

Bob stepped towards her, eying her with ill intent. "I know damn well who your husband is," he told her. Stopping, there was now about a yard between the two. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it, taking a long, slow drag. "ASAC Schrader," he added.

Marie just stared. It was that sentence that made her stomach drop. "What have you done to my husband?" she firmly questioned. The color began to drain from her face.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head," he replied. The elder man took one last drag of his cigarette before carelessly tossing it onto the wooden floor, smothering it with his boot. "Just do as I say, and he'll be just fine," he instructed, his hand reaching up to stroke her face.

Marie cringed, her face twisted in disgust with his touch. "Don't you dare touch me," she demanded quickly backing away from him.

Bob, without any warning, put one hand on her shoulder and the other over her mouth. Forcefully, he shoved her back against the door. "Listen to me lady," he hissed, the scent of beer instantly making Marie sick to her stomach. She wanted so badly to just vomit. "If you think you're about to try anything, you should think about the fact that I know exactly where your husband is. I know where your sister lives with your niece and nephew."

Bob cautiously removed his hand from her mouth, testing her trust. "Why are you doing this?" Marie questioned, her voice shaky.

"We need that confession tape that your husband and his little rat Jesse made," he informed her.

Marie's eyes widened. Before she could say anything, Bob wrapped his arm around her belly, securing his other back on her mouth. He started dragging her to the master bedroom down the hall. Marie tried her hardest to kick and scream and fight, but it wasn't getting her anywhere.

Oooooo

Marie sat on the toilet seat, anxiously staring before her. She was only seventeen years old at the time.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Skyler implored. She stood with her arms crossed.

"You're one to talk!" Marie argued.

"That's different Marie. Walt and I are getting married. Besides, I'm twenty two, I have a job, I have a fiancee, and I have a high school diploma," she explained. "And just what do you have? Huh? Some guy you met at a party? Do you think that he'll even remember your name?"

Tears started to swell in Marie's eyes. She choked them back and looked to Skyler. "I made a mistake, okay?" she stated. She then looks down towards the ground. "God, you act as though you've never screwed up," she whispered.

Skyler briefly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I just don't want you screwing up your life. Okay? I have made mistakes, and I just don't want you to have to make the same ones," she gently informed her.

Marie wasn't answering. Typical. So Skyler went and sat down on the edge of the bathtub and wrapped her arms around her little sister. "I'm just trying to protect you."

"You always say that," Marie countered.

Skyler pulled back from her. "And I mean it. I feel like you're going to be fifty and I'll still be running around trying to save you from yourself," she stated, more pointedly than she had intended.

Marie sighed, grabbing at the test on the sink. She knew that Skyler always meant well. She had been the one to practically raise her. She did trust her with her very life. It was just annoying to have the responsible one always telling her what to do. "Negative," she casually announced.

"You got lucky this time," Skyler sharply told her.

Marie watched as Skyler stood and started towards the door. "I wouldn't have had to take the test if I didn't," she called to her.

Skyler stopped and shot a quick glare to her before leaving the room.

oooooo

Marie lay there in bed, their bed. Her hands tightly held the covers to her naked, empty shell of a body. Bob was gone by now, but she still could not bring herself to move. She felt like she wasn't even herself anymore, that she was outside, looking at the lifeless body that lay there. Her dark eyes were set at a dead stare at the wall.

Her body was just starting to gain back feeling as she was coming back from the shock, the disassociation from reality that allowed her to remain somewhat sane. The first thing she felt was the nausea forming within her. The next thing was the stickiness between her thighs. His stickiness, the dried essence that he had been sloppy enough to leave in his drunken state.

Moving her hands to her pillow, she tightly gripped it, turning to bury her face. She was finally able to sob. The fear and shame wasn't paralyzing her any longer.