Hopeless

Reminiscent

I flip my phone open and notice more missed calls from Jimmy. I dial his number.

"Law offices of-" he starts.

"You need to invest in some caller I.D man, I can't stand the fake accent crap." I spit at my phone.

"Woah Jessica chill. Take it easy."

"Uh-huh. So why did you call me like twenty times yesterday?" I ask.

"Your associate, is in prison. He murdered a guy in a hospital."

"I know this already, his wife let me know. I don't care, he could have waited til he was some where not public." I put the phone between my shoulder and hold it up to my ear, getting a frying pan out.

"Yeah but this could be problematic for you. His product as I hear, was better than yours. Tuco is going to be wanting a specific quality. What are you going to do about this?"

"Jimmy," I crack some eggs into the pan." I stopped working with Berg a while ago, Jesse and I make quality shit, and Tuco is pleased. Why are you so concerned anyways, you're my lawyer."

"Because of the money you give me. You pay more than all my other clients. So keeping you informed, is in both our best interests."

"Money powers everything right? Anyways thanks for letting me know, but I gotta go."

I hang up the phone and bring the two plates upstairs. I pass one to Jesse, who's rubbing his eyes.

"Morning sleepy head." I say to him with a smile.

"Mmm good morning." He says with a mouthful of toast.

"So, you never told me much about your family."

Jesse takes a drink of coffee before responding. "Well, my parents suck, like major league. They were always up in my business and always bitching at me, telling me to do better with my life. I've got like this little brother, and he's the only reason I visit them. Ginny was the only one who like appreciated me. Before she died I always came over here to take care of her, make her food and stuff. She was a sweet heart. What about your family?"

"Well," I put my plate aside and light a smoke. "Parents are dead and stuff, as you know. My grandparents are still in Canada so I don't see them ever. And I have this aunt who's like a total bitch. She's rich and shit and stuck up as shit. She has those little rich people dogs. I don't talk to her like ever."

I pass the cigarette to Jesse and take our plates downstairs. I hear a crashing from outside. Jesse runs downstairs and shoots me a questioning look. I open the door and see Berg?

"Yo what the hell are you doing here? Thought you were in jail." Jesse shouts.

Berg steps out of his car. " I got off, reason being that I have to move states. Georgia."

I heard that was a nice place, lots of forests, probably no damn desert. Berg hands Jesse a package, then goes back to his car and speeds off. We go back inside and open the package. It's a bunch of money with a note. 'For causing you pain.'

I take the money and store it with the rest, in a secret panel that Jesse cut underneath the sink.

"What are we doing Jesse? We have all this money, but why? So we can stay in this city forever? Let's go somewhere, make something for ourselves." I stare up and Jesse, and he twists his face around, thinking.

"I can't, my brother. I wanna be there for him, he's the only family I care for." Jesse sighs.

I nod at him. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out. It's a text from Badger.

'Hey I'm outside, come meet me, it's important.'

"I gotta go Jesse, I'll be back in a bit." I stand up and pull on a sweater.

"What now?" He asks impatiently.

Jesse was still tense with me hanging out with Badger... "Business. Not desert business, safe business." I give him a kiss on the cheek and then leave, finding Badger's car parked down the road. I get inside and turn to him.

"Outside usually means outside, not halfway down the street. What's up anyways? Why do you need me and not Jesse?"

"You'll see. There's something you're gonna wanna take care of." Badger speeds off and we drive, finally stopping at a corner. He points to a couple of guys.

"Those guys there, they're selling."

"So what let them sell." I honestly can't care.

"Yeah yeah, but they've apparently tried to go see your selling guy and he doesn't want their stuff. He just wants yours and Jesse's. So they have a problem with that."

I survey the guys. They're not too big, but they look tough enough, I see one of them pass a baggy to a kid who didn't look older than fourteen. Ugh. Badger pulls out a C.D with meth on it.

"Wanna hit?" He asks pointing at it.

"I like really shouldn't." I reply.

"Come on, your shits the bomb."

"Fine one hit." I bend down over the cup holders and snort the meth that Badger is holding. I grab my python and pocket it.

I'm gonna take care of these guys.