Jesse Pinkman Imagines

my hero

This is for
Pouko18
I know this has been a long time comin, I hope you enjoy (:
(p.s. this gif has absolutely nothing to do with the story, I just thought it was cute..aw)

Helen's POV:

I looked down the long, dark, narrow street. It was a street out of a movie, one flickering light, creating an eerie feeling.

I checked my phone for any new messages.

Jack:
Come alone. Cash only.

I texted back

Helen:
Here

Where is he?

I put my hands in my jacket pockets and walked over to a rusty bench under the lamp.

Suddenly, I heard a noise by the trash cans. Bottles breaking.

I stood up. "Jack?"

Nothing.

"Jac-?" I was immediately cut off my a hand violently covering my mouth from behind me.

"Anyone follow you?" The voice questioned through gritted teeth.

"Uh uh." I muttered through his hand.

His grip got tighter as his free hand held the back of my neck

"Show me the money, girl."

I fiddled around in my pocket, trying not to cry. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid.

I felt the paper.

I quickly ripped it out of my pocket and handed it to Jack.

"Nhowh hhandh meee huh hrughs!" I muttered.

"I can't hear ya sweet pea, don't mumble." His voice cut sharp.

I rolled my eyes, trying to get his grip off of me.

He chuckled, letting me go. He slightly shoved me and I lost balance.

I looked up at who I was dealing with.

Tall, 23 ish, black hair, scruffy facial hair. Typical dealer.

"Cough it up." I said, as he counted his money.

"Sugar plum, what did I tell you about mumbling?" He snickered.

"Give me my shit!" I yelled. This guy was really dragging it out.

With no warning, he slapped me across the face, leaving me with a burning sensation on my cheek.

"You will NOT speak to me that way, little girl!" He yelled at me.

I held back tears. I couldn't show I was scared.

"A deal is a deal, Jack. $500 for 5 grams." I looked him in the eye.

He made a fake pondering face and scratched his chin.

"Hmmm. Ya know, now that I think about it, it doesn't seem real fair. You want your shit, I need somethin else in return."

I lifted an eyebrow as he flashed me a sinister smile.

A raindrop fell on my nose.

Great, I hate rain.

"What more do you want?" I asked, sounding desperate.

Jack shoved me down, the concrete was hard. He kicked my side, making me wince.

"I want to fuck you until you learn your place, mutt." He got down on his knees and grabbed my hair.

"When you're screaming my name and begging me for forgiveness..." He pulled and I cried. I couldn't take it. I felt defenseless.