20 Questions

Chapter 103

Hunter

"I have the headache from hell," I whine to Jenna, rubbing my temples, trying to block my eyes from the sun outside. It's been a really long night and I'm not sure any of us got any sleep. "This is far worse than the other night when I got so drunk."

Jenna's eyes widen, her face goes pale white and she looks like she may projectile vomit at any moment. I don't know what I said that stirred this reaction, but it leaves me feeling unsettled and maybe even a little terrified.

"Baby girl, what's wrong?"

"Hunter, there's something you need to know about that night," Jenna says.

This is the most distraught I have ever seen her and that includes when she was still handcuffed to the bed, exposed to the world, bruised and bleeding. My anxiety is working overtime as I study her face and wait for her confession. I look over at Patrick and Helen and they are staring at Jenna, visibly frazzled. I completely blacked out that night and if she tells me that Tyler raped her while I was unconscious, I am jumping in my fucking truck and heading to the police station to finish him off. I can feel my blood pressure rising furiously and my face is hot and presumably red.

"What did he do to you that night?" I ask, gritting my teeth and ready to combust.

"It's not what he did to me," she replies. "It's what he did to you."

"To me?"

She exhales a long breath and drops her eyes to the floor. I take her hand and urge her to proceed. Helen takes her other hand and I pray our support will help her get this out. Honestly, I don't care what he did to me, I only care if he did something to her. Nothing he did to me could fuck me up more than my horrific childhood or his assault on my fiancée.

"I know you had some drinks that night, but it wasn't the alcohol that messed you up so badly."

"What are you trying to say?"

Another long exhale.

"I'm trying to say that he put something in your drink that night and drugged you," she says, a frown covering her beautiful face.

"What did he put in there?" Patrick asks, Jenna shaking her head side to side.

"I don't know what exactly, just that it was a sedative," she replies.

"How do you know this?" I ask, lifting her chin with my finger.

She pauses for a second, trying to put together her words. It's obvious that she's struggling with this and it kills me to see my perfect and tough girl's fire being extinguished. She has handled the attempted rape with the strength of a warrior, but being the selfless person she is, she is hurting because of something that was done to me.

I'm getting ready to marry Mother freaking Teresa.

"When I came home from work yesterday, I heard Tyler talking on the phone in the guest bedroom. I didn't know who he was talking to and I had every intention of sneaking into our bedroom and locking the door until you came home. When I was creeping past the door, I heard him tell the person on the other end of the line that he drugged you with whatever substance the person gave him."

"You don't know who he was talking to?" Helen asks, but Jenna just shakes her head. I'm sure that topic wasn't high on the conversation list while she was fighting for her life. My rage boils up again.

"Why would he drug you?" Patrick asks me and I just shrug.

"Because, in my opinion, this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment attempted rape," Jenna answers, her tone shaky. "I believe it was premeditated. He had acquired a whole arsenal of sedatives to use not only on you, but me as well."