Rebellion - Jesse Pinkman

Five - Intervention

Becca's POV.

---

Finally, Friday rolls around. We were invited to a peer's party about three miles from our houses. We weren't about to walk, so Badger decided that he would drive us there. The party would be in three hours, the time I leave work.

Two hours before I'm due to leave, Gus arrives through the front door. "Good evening, sir," I greet politely.

"Good evening to you, too," he pauses, about to speak but it appears he can't find the words, which was odd, because he was always very confident. "May I speak with you in my office?" I nod as he enters the employee doors, leading me down a maze of hallways to his office. "Please have a seat."

I sit in one of the maroon-colored chairs, sitting up straight. "May I ask what this is about?"

"I've noticed you now have your own debit card, am I correct?" He asks.

"Yes sir, I got my own about a month ago," I answer.

"May I ask why?" He asks politely.

I rub the back of my neck nervously. "Well, my parents were taking my money and using it for themselves. I need to save up so that in about a year, I can move into my own place."

"And how much would you say they took from you in a matter of two years?" He asks. Let's see, my dignity, confidence, attitude...

I had been working at Los Pollos for two years: my Sophomore and Junior, and I was going onto my third year of employment there. I earned $300 a week, getting paid every two weeks. In a month I made $1200. Gus had given me many raises, but I'm really not exactly sure why. $1200 multiplied by 12 months, $14,400, multiplied by 2 years, would equal up to, "around twenty-eight thousand, eight hundred dollars." I answer.

"That's correct," he says. "So I am giving you back your money, and then your paycheck from this two weeks."

My jaw drops. "You're giving me," I pause. "Twenty-nine thousand dollars?"

"Yes," he answers.

"I can't accept this," I say. "This... this is just too much. I-"

"You take it, and don't tell anyone about it." He smiles.

What in the actual fuck.

---

Badger picks me up from work with Jesse and Pete in the car. I get in the back seat with Jesse, buckling the seatbelt as Badger starts driving back to my place so that I could get changed.

I decide not to tell anyone about the money that Gus gave me, and I decided that might be the best thing to do so nobody looks to me for scams. When Badger drops me off, I go inside to see mom, dad, aunt Marie, and uncle Hank. Hank is a DEA agent, which is why I never really told him much of anything, but I still trusted him.

"Um," I smile weakly and look at them, all sitting on the couches. "Hi."

"Come sit down," mom says seriously.

"Can you give me a minute to change?" I pause. "I've kinda had a long day." She nods. I go to my room, putting on a pair of leggings and my navy blue tee shirt, leaving on my shoes and re-slipping my hair back into a ponytail. I grab my phone and dial Jesse's number. It rings two times before he answers.

"Hey," he says. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I answer, biting my bottom lip. "You guys go to the party without me. Everyone's here, wanting to have some kind of intervention or some shit."

"Just come through your window," he says.

"Jesse," I say. "I'm just gonna stay home tonight, okay?"

I hear his sigh through the phone. "Fine, okay," he answers.

"Oh, and Jesse?" I ask. "Please be safe."

"Yeah, don't worry," he hangs up. I throw my phone onto the bed, letting out a loud sigh, and head back into the living room. I sit in the green chair, my fist holding up my chin.

"You don't need to be out partying every weekend," mom says calmly. "We're all worried about you and just want you to get better."

I look around the room before rubbing my eyes. "What's wrong with me?" I ask genuinely. Everyone looks at each other, filling the room with empty space. I scoff.

"Do you know what happens at parties like that?" Hank asks.

"You're too late," I stated blankly. "See, my lungs and liver are already fucked. What does it matter what I do now?"

"It's never too late," Marie stares. I roll my eyes.

"I don't get it," I say. "I have a job, buying everything I need, and I go to one party a week. It isn't like I'm doing anything to get pregnant or anything."

Dad speaks up. "How do we know that?" He asks.

I'm taken aback by the statement. "That's all that you think of me," I state.

"Well, if you buy everything you need, why are we putting a roof over your head?"

"You're right," I stand up. "Why are you giving me basic human necessities? Because I'm your daughter. If you don't like it, fine," I turn away and walk to my room, getting a backpack and putting in clothes I could wear for the next week, along with my phone charger, makeup, toothbrush, and other essentials. I throw it onto my shoulders, grab my purse and phone and walk through the living room, and open the front door.

"Where are you going?" They all ask in different ways.

"Out of your hair," I answer, walking out of the door and down the road. I pull my phone from my pocket, dialing Jesse's number.

It rings four times before he answers. "Hey, babe," he says.

"Hey," I say. "So I'm gonna stay in a hotel room for a few days. I just have to walk about four miles."

He sighs. "Just stay at my place," he offers. "Don't waste your money."

"No, Jesse," I answer. "I really appreciate the offer, but I have plenty saved up and I just want to stay in a room."

"Where are you?" He sighs.

"About a block from your place," I answer. "Should I walk to the party?"

I hear his sigh from the phone. "Yeah," he pauses. Walk here, and I'll walk with you to my place and get some clothes and stuff and I'll stay with you."

"What about your parents?" I ask.

"I'll explain it to them," he answers. "They'll understand."

I hang up, slowly walking the four blocks to the party, all while thinking. They let me go so easily. But I wanted them to. I can definitely afford to get a used car, now that Gus has helped me out so much.

I get to the party and see Jesse leaning against Badger's car. "Hey," I greet. He turns around, smiling weakly. I walk up to him and he gives me a huge hug, which I embrace. When he lets me go, he gives me a big kiss, which I return, smiling, completely forgetting everything that happened ten minutes ago.

---

A/N: Sooo...

xoxo.

-H.