Jesse's Fate

Chapter Three: Healing

Jesse glanced down at the vibrating Nokia in the front console of his Monte Carlo, grabbing it quickly and putting it to his ear as he turned onto a familiar suburban street.

"Yo, Combo! Any buyers for this ounce I'm holding?"

"Nah, bro. Abuela says hi." Combo muttered on the other side of the line, letting him know his grandmother was in the room. "Cas asked me to hit you up before she left tho said she was getting out of class early today and going to check on your aunt."

He grinned at the thought of Cassie - his mind wandering to late last night when he climbed through her bedroom window. Combo would kick his ass if he knew he slipped into his house without knowing or the ungodly things they did until the sun highlighted her sleepy features when he left - it caused his chest to tighten. Damn I love that fucking girl. "Alright man, I gotta stop at the crib then I'll head over."

"You need to supply my cousin with a phone, bitch. I ain't no secretary."

A laugh escaped him as the line went dead. He had to push this ounce of weed quick so he could get some cash in hand. Cassie needed a cellphone and a calculus book for school plus he'd been eyeing a Princess cut diamond ring for a few weeks now. He only needed another two hundred dollars and he could finally ask Cassie to marry him.

Jesse glanced up as he pulled into his driveway, eyes going wide as he watched the scene before him. His dad was standing outside the front door with his arms crossed over his broad chest - several large black trash bags beside him. His mother was in the doorway clutching her pearls.

"Fuck me...." He groaned, running a hand over his face before he emerged from the car - arms posed in question. "What's going on?" He asked - meeting his dad's glaring eyes. "We found your weed, son. A whole drawer full of it! We will not allow drugs in our home and we will not allow you to expose our son to this... lifestyle! You're not taking Jake down this path too."

Jesse narrowed his eyes at the thought - their precious Jake - the golden child who did no wrong. "I'm your fucking son too - dad. What the hell?!" He growled, snatching one of the trash bags up quickly and hauling it to his car.

"Watch your language, Jesse!" His mother shrieked. "Jake could hear you!"

Jesse's back went stiff at his mother's words causing him to slam his palms down on the bagful of clothes and turn back to them. "If you gave even half a fuck about me like you do Jake we wouldn't even be here right now." His mother gasped at his outburst as he made his way back to the rest of his things.

"Your mother and I want you to leave, Jesse."

"Yeah? No shit." He snapped, lifting another bag into the trunk as he began searching through the contents. "Where the hell am I supposed to go?! You'd just let your SON live on the streets?!" He yelled, to no one because no one was listening to him anymore. He turned his head back to his parents who were retreating inside the house. "Yo! Where's the weed?!" He yelled - digging deeper into the bag that only held clothes and random things from his room. He pulled a bong from the bottom - the liquid contents spilling out onto his clothes.

"Yo!" He yelled again, tossing the bong aside as he turned to the house and stormed up to the front door - banging his fist against the wood. "Where the fucks the weed, mom!?" He demanded as the door swung open and his father glared at him. "She flushed it down the toilet!" He snapped - causing Jesse to fall back on his heels. "She... flushed... it?!"

The eldest son stood silent for a long minute - staring bewildered at his dad then his mother as she stood behind him peering out the door. He needed that money desperately.

Jesse swallowed hard.

"YOU FLUSHED... THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS WORTH OF HASH DOWN THE FUCKING TOILET?!"

"Jesse if you don't leave now I'm calling the cops. We don't want Jake watching his brother hauled off to jail."