Jesse Breaks Bad (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter one

Here I am. Driving away from him after he saved my life. We may have fought and argued, but he was like a dad to me. How could I jut abandon him? What sort of person had I become?

There is no time to dwell on the past though. I have to look forward and think about my next move.

I'll need to find a motel to stay the night and get some money. I just need to sleep it off, and leave the country. I need to be safe.

After what seems like half an hour I pull to the left and see a small, dimly lit motel.

I park the car in one of the open spaces and get out. I shuffle towards the front desk and delve my hand into my pocket , in hope of finding a lost $5 bill. All I find is a small handful of crystal that I took.

A small,blond lady with a bright,smiling face greets me.

"Hello sir, what room will you be booking this evening?" She confidently asked.

"Erm..." I stuttered.

"We have single, twin, king and queen sized beds available." She stated.

"Can I have a single?" I asked.

"Of course." She responded.

Her skinny fingers quickly tap on her keyboard.

"Can I ask your name and how long you will be staying?" She curiously asked.

"It's...Je...Mike Ermantrout and one night." I quickly state.

"Okay thank you Mike, the cost is..$45" She says,

The key is glistening on the desk near her. I need to stay here.

"I don't have the money...but I have something you may be interested in." I say with a mysterious tone.

She looks at me as if to say that she can't be fooled.

I place my sweaty palm into my pocket and pull out the tinniest grain of crystal I can find. Her eyes immediately light up.

"How much?" She quickly mutters,

"Enough for my room." I state.

She taps at her computer then turns to me.

"Done." She says with a mono-tone voice.

She picks up the silver key then places it in front of me. I place the crystal near her then take off with the key.

As I walk outside I look at the engraving on the key. 49.

I walk past the rooms until I find mine. I shove the key into the slot and open the door. The room was small and tidy with a single, un-comfortable looking bed, a large,square TV and a miniature bathroom. I place the key near the TV and take off my shoes, just realising how free I was. I lie down and before I know it I am fast asleep.

When I was sleeping I had a particularly weird dream. Walt was screaming my name asking for help. I saw him laying down crying for someone, anyone. Yet all I did was stand there and watch.

I wake up after an hour or so due to this. Unable to sleep, I switch on the TV, I flip through the channels until I quickly see a picture of Walter. I then immediately flip back.

"The once science teacher, Walter White has been found dead at the scene of a gruesome murder spree. The police were called to the scene when passerby's could hear shooting in the distance. When they arrived they were too late to save anyone. We have asked his now widowed wife Skyler White to comment, she has yet to do so. More on the matter later." The reporters voice boomed.

I lay there in shock. Walter was dead. I could've saved him, taken him with me. What sort of friend was I? I went against him and got him killed. I'm a monster. I'm in-human. I'm like Gus, a murderer. I lay awake for a few minutes then fall back asleep, unable to shake off the news I'd just heard. I knew he was going to die eventually due to his cancer returning, but I just couldn't help but feel responsible.

The following morning I grab my stuff and trot over to the reception. As I make my way over I notice a police car and ambulance parked outside. My mind suddenly races. They can't know were I am can they? I change the direction I am walking and go towards my car, fumbling to find my keys.

I open my door and shove my possessions inside. Then I lock my door and gingerly walk on over to the reception, hoping that the police aren't here for me. Pulling my hood up to cover my face, I stride through the entrance. The police officers glare at me as I place my key on the desk.

A fat,old,bald man is at the desk, he looks extremely upset with years brimming in his eyes.

"....name?" He stutters with a harsh,husky voice.

"Mike." I respond.

"Ok thank you.." He trails off then taps on his keyboard.

"Can I ask why the police are here with an ambulance?" I curiously ask.

"The woman at the desk last night had died from drug related circumstances. The police are just finding out who supplied the drugs." He whispered.

"Sorry to hear that." I said with sorrow.

I turn-around and leave. Opening the car, I begin to drive off. Great, another person dead because of me.

I just drive. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm leaving Mexico. I have to. Maybe I can start a new life, just maybe.

Chapter two will be released soon. Comment on my wall or my stories if you have any ideas  on books you'd like me to have a go at writing. I mainly write about TWDG or BB.