Hopeless

Swallow

"Leave." Jesse says to Devan.

"Okay okay I'm leaving." Devan walks out the door.

Jesse turns to me. "What the fuck is this shit Jessica? We are supposed to not be doing this shit."

"Jesse. I'm sorry."

"You're always sorry Jessica. For everything. You fuck Badger, sorry, you overdose, sorry, you kill a man, sorry. What are you Canadian?"

"Yeah actually, lived there for ten years."

"Wow. Go figure. Alright lets make this even." Jesse leans down and takes a hit.

"Alright. We're cool?"

"Yeah." Jesse pinches his nose and inhales sharply. "I'm gonna go upstairs and get the product. Then we'll go sell it."

"We need a distributer. Badger's on probation, and Skinny Pete, Combo, and I aren't selling enough, with the price increase as well it's getting tough out there."

"Yeah, we'll figure something out."

Jesse heads upstairs and I hear a knock at the back door. Nobody uses my back door any more. What the fuck. I get up and walk to the door and open it. Oh great this asshole. He's standing with a big Mexican guy and an Asian girl.

"What do you want asshole? If you think you're getting your meth back you're wrong. My neighbour is a DEA agent and I will fuck you up."

He pulls a machine gun out of his bag and bashes me in the head.

"Shut up bitch."

My vision starts to blur, and the last thing I hear is Jesse calling my name.

I wake up in a trunk. I swear if I'm being brought out to the desert again I'm gonna flip.

"Jesse. Are you awake?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna stab this fucking bitch yo."

I feel the car stop and the trunk gets popped. My heart's beating fast. B lifts the drunk and Jesse stabs him in the leg. I'm being pulled out if the trunk, and I get hit in the head again.

I wake up and my hands and legs are tied together. And of course I'm in the fucking desert.

"Yo look, don't fucking kill me. My family is fucking dead. I'm not dying. I'll kill you myself. "

"Yeah," Jesse adds, " Man what's blood on your hands just for a little street beef?"

B turns around, then turns back to us. "Fine. Man I'm just jealous of your shit. It's the bomb. I'm just trying to make a living, shit I was never this way before. Just stop selling."

Jesse laughs. "Man this is my living, I'm not gonna give it up so easily."

"Jesse shut up. We're getting out of this, I understand this guy, I've done things I never thought I'd do. Let's just get out of this fucking desert and go. "

B speaks up. "Its over. Just forget about this whole thing. We'll never speak again."

"WHAT?" The Mexican guy screams. "THESE LITTLE PUTAS ROBBED US! THEY ARE DEAD."

He kicks B in the head. I roll over to the car and start to rub my bindings on a sharp spot. They break free, and I grab the knife out of the trunk and cut Jesse free.

There are bullets flying all over the place. One hits Jesse in the shoulder and he collapses.

"JESSE! YOU CRAZY FUCK I'M GONNA KILL YOU." I run at the guy, kicking him in the knee, he drops and I stomp his head in, until I can see brain matter.