Salvation: A Breaking Bad/Jesse Pinkman Story

Chapter Nine: Ruthless

I sat for a few moments still with a smug expression trying to take in what I'd just witnessed. I mean it is perfect but to say it was a shock would be an understatement. When I snapped back to reality, I quickly realized I would have to move from the underneath of Mr White's window and so I crawled to the drive and scurried back over to my grandma's old house.

Seen as no one has lived here for a while the garden is pretty overgrown which is coming in real handy in providing me with a hiding place right now. I positioned myself behind a large hedge and made a parting in the centre so that I had a clear view of Mr White's house.

I'm going to wait here until the son of a bitch shows up then BAM. Revenge.

With nothing else to do I pulled out my phone and began scanning Facebook and Twitter, too distracted to really take in any of the crap I was seeing.

Suddenly, a relatively loud slam caused me to jerk up my head. Looking over at Mr White's house I saw instantly what had caused the noise: his wife closing the door as she left with her fancy man. They climbed into the BMW, him in the driver's seat, and sped off.

"Going for round two are we?" I muttered to myself.

Just then, something dawned on me. The fact that they had left might just mean that Mrs White is expecting her husband back soon...

I checked the time on my phone - 12:45. Jesse was set to be discharged from rehab at noon and it's little more than a half hour drive away. 

Not long to wait now.

Much to my satisfaction, I was only scrolling down my timeline for a further 10 minutes until I finally saw the familiar Pontiac Aztec pull onto the drive. I decided I would allow Mr White the small privilege of having his heart ripped out inside his home rather than outside on his drive and so made a decision to wait for him to enter before I approached the house.

Mr White hastily climbed out of the driver's side appearing somewhat irritated. I readied myself to begin walking towards the house when the passenger door opened. 

Jesse.

What the hell is he doing here? I can't face him right now, not after...  

Honestly, I'm scared that standing in the same room with him after all of this, I'll lose my nerve and  won't be able to do this. I am angry. I'm so fucking angry. But I still love him of course I do I can't just turn off the feelings I've had for the last 8 years. I don't want to go in there and have my tears make me look weak - I can't afford to have them think I'm weak right now.

I stand with those thoughts running around my head for a while before I finally look back over to the house and notice that they've both go inside.

It's now or never.

I know I have to put on a mask - I have to look strong, in control, ruthless. So instead of storming over to the house and banging on the door I take a deep breath, shoulders back, standing tall, chest out and walk with a strut over to the front door. Then I calmly knock, already with a sly smile plastered on my face.

"WHAT oh..." Walt spat as he opened the door. His face is visibly red with anger.

"Hi Mr White, I just came over to get the jacket I left in your car if you don't mind". It is killing me to be nice to this dick right now.

"Oh... right yes come on in" Walt spoke calmly as he stood to the side, allowing me entrance into the living room. "Jesse bought it inside when we arrived."

"Oh Jesse!" I tried to sound surprised. "I thought you'd be at home!"

"Hey gorgeous!" he sounded just as sexy as ever and I had to fight with my stomach to stop the butterflies. I lost. It was immediately obvious that Jesse was upset. He always has been really bad at hiding his sadness. He was stood with a slouch and his eyes were glazed with water as though he might cry any moment.

I heard the front door slam and Mr White walked over to Jesse's right side; both of them stood staring at me. 

"Hey, what's wrong Jes?" I asked faking the sympathetic tone in my voice.

"It's nothing um... I'm just a bit nervous you know... not been the best day so far." Just as I'd thought he would, he rubbed his neck as he spoke - he's nervous alright. If only he knew how right he was to feel that way...

"Oh really? Well, no offence or anything but I'm 110% sure your day hasn't been as bad as mine." I spat, unable to disguise my anger any longer.

"Oh shit babe, things really that bad with your mom and dad?" Jesse responded.

"My parents? No they're fine", I laughed darkly. "BUT, try and imagine a day worse than..." I took a deep breath and reminded myself to appear strong and in control. "Finding out that the boy you've been in love with for the last 8 years, who you can't actually believe loves you back, only told you that because his sick, son of a bitch ex-professor turned meth cook wanted his ass protecting and YOUR HIS LITTLE BITCH!" I screamed, careful to ensure I sounded enraged and not hysterical.

"What... babe I mean... what are you even talking about?" Jesse stuttered not sounding the slightest bit convincing.

"Save it Jesse, I heard you both talking at the rehab centre. I came back to get the keys and overheard your private little conversation. Verrryyy enlightening I must say."

For the first time, Mr White appeared seriously worried and even - dare I say it - flustered!

"Now look Indy," he began. "I'm so very sorry for what's happened here, I know you must be feeling just awful right now, but let's not make any rash decisions or you might end up doing something you regret. Hurting myself and my family or Jesse won't make any of this better." I could here the desperation in his voice as he tried to talk me down from taking any kind of revenge; does this actually ever work for him? 

It's pathetic.

I let out a mocking laugh. "I notice you left Jesse 'til last - just an afterthought was he? Did you notice that Jesse? Oh wait, no of course you didn't because you're so far up his wrinkly old ass you actually think he gives a crap about you." I spoke coolly, sounding cold but in control. "All he gives a shit about is keeping his dirty little secrets from his family. Well, you don't have to worry about me, Walt, your secret is more than safe with me."

"Oh thank God, Indy you know this makes sense", Mr White actually let out a sigh of relief halfway through his sentence as if his stupid little speech had won me over.

Jesse just stood in silence, never taking his guilt filled eyes away from me.

"You know what, it really does make sense. See, I actually came over here with the intention of outing you as the vile bastard you are to your precious family - but when I got here I came to the conclusion that there was something that made much more sense than doing any of that", I spoke with a menacing tone in my voice.

"See Mr White, there is more than one big ... dirty ... secret in this family isn't there?" I asked, walking confidently closer and closer to him with each word until we were standing toe to toe.

Jesse's eyes are still full of guilt but his expression changes. His eyebrow raises and he puts his fist to his mouth in nervous, curiosity.

"I have no idea what you're talking about", Mr White spoke in a genuinely confused tone.

 "Now that, I do believe!" I joked darkly. I looked him defiantly in the eyes. "Your wife has some rather kinky underwear doesn't she?"

Jesse looked at me in surprised and bit down on his hand further, anxious of what to expect next.

"Excuse me?!" Mr White spat.

"Yeah .. very nice. And apparently", I spoke confidently as I grabbed my phone from my pocket and unlocked it, shoving the photo in Mr Whites face as I continued. "Apparently I'm not the only one who thinks so."

Jesse removed his hand from his face to place them both behind his head, revealing his expression of utter shock.

"Where did you get that?", Mr White spoke in a dark tone that seriously scared me, causing me to hold back a cold shudder desperate to escape.

"I took it, through the front window of your house 20 minutes before you arrived. Your wife drove off with him ... going for round two I assu-"

My sentence was interrupted by a fist, slamming into my face so hard I felt like I'd been hit by a train. The grip I had on my phone released with the shock as I fell to the floor, my vision blurry from the impact. 

As my eyesight cleared I saw Mr White kneeling over me. He grabbed me by the front of my tank, pulling me up into a sitting place and continued to pummel me with punches until I faded into unconsciousness...

A/N
Hi guys! I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update. I'm in a girl group and I've had so much to organise for us :) But I'm going to start and finish the next chapter as soon as this is published and there'll be 2 chapters of my Tobey Marshall fanfic coming tomorrow too :) I hope you all enjoy the chapter! xx