Who: Jesse, Victor, Diana What: Jesse needs to escape reality for a while When: Late Friday morning Where: Drug house Warnings: Descriptions of drug use
Jesse had been through a lot of shit in his life. Poverty, homelessness, abuse, hunger-he'd been through the wringer after he'd been kicked out. But he'd gotten through all of it, by hook or crook, or in some cases, sheer luck.
But after finding Jayden collapsed twice, after seeing the state of his ribs, and having his brother tell him that he wished he were back with their abusive father...he snapped. He'd gone home with Nicholas and JJ after they'd left the hospital, because there wasn't much they could do for him, besides sit and talk to him. And he didn't seem to want them around very much.
Friday morning, he drove over to Victor and Diana's house, and once he was let in, plunked himself down in their kitchen and buried his head in his hands. "I want to get so, extremely high right now," he muttered. "You would not believe the past couple days I've had."
Vicodin led him into the living room, pulling out various boxes and bottles. "Then you've come to the right place, liebling," he said. "We'll fix you up."
Jesse started to reach for his wallet. "I can pay, if-"
"Nein." Victor cut him off. "It's not like we need the money, or we can't get more product." He handed Jesse a syringe. "Come fly with me," he said, smiling.
Jesse slipped the needle into his arm and pushed the plunger down. The drug took effect very quickly, and it felt like he was floating along on a river of bliss. He smiled at Victor, his grin liquid and relaxed. His eyes fell shut, and he let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
Diana smiled from her perch in the armchair. "You'll feel better soon, Jesse," she said soothingly. "You stay as long as you like."
Jesse looked over at her, gratitude all over his face. "Thank you so much," he murmured. "I'll try not to get in the way too much."
"No such thing," Victor said, handing Jesse a beer.