The Complicated Love Story: A Jatrina Story

The Betrayal

(Janet POV)

I smile at Jay, but something was nagging me. He seemed oddly familiar. Something to do with Katrina. I still sit across from him, cautiously.

"So Jay, what do you do for a living?" I asked, looking in his sea green eyes. He was very attractive, no doubt about that.

"That. That is confidential," he said. His Midwestern accent heavy.

I raise an eyebrow. I've heard that response before. It's the same response Katrina always gave me. I have to admit, I'm suspicious.

"Alright I suppose. I feel kind of bad coming here. I got a threatening call, and it had something to do with my best friend. The caller was threatening her, me, my kid, and her kids," I said.

Jay spit out his wine, "Her kids?!"

I raise an eyebrow again. "Yeah, her kids. Do you know who I'm talking about..?"

Jay paled, "Katrina Russel. I- we met a long time ago but- she had kids?"

"Yeah. She has twin boys. Misha and Sergei. Why?" I asked. I was hella suspicious now.

"I-"

"JAY?!" screamed a familiar voice with a strong accent.

(Katrina POV)

I pull into the bar parking lot and put a wig on. I didn't want Janet to recognize me right away. I paid the bouncer and I walked in. I see Janet's back, but I can't see who was in front of her. I fume as I find an empty table close to them, then I see him.

Jay has changed over the past four years. He was taller, tanner, and more muscular. His hair was longer and ruffled. His eyes still sparkled with the same trouble maker sparkle as when I first met him. And he was talking to Janet-

I wasn't going to just sit there and let this happen. I throw my wig down and storm over.

"JAY?!" I screamed. I was furious. The betrayal- he promised me protection from the government, he couldn't do that, he couldn't stick around for my pregnancy, and now he was hitting on Janet? Hell no.

"Katrina?! What are you doing here?" Janet asked.

"I knew that picture was familiar!" I yelled. I could feel the fiery anger coursing through me, and it probably showed in my eyes.

"Katrina, you have kids?" He asked, baffled.

I glare at him. " Yeah! YOUR KIDS!!!"

"Katrina-" Janet tried to cut in. I shot her a glare that shut her up. Immediately I felt bad, but I was too angry to apologize.

"You said you weren't ever coming back. You said they'd protect me. And here they are! Calling my," my voice broke at the next part, "my best friend and threaten to kill her and our families if she don't betray me? Not very good protection from the U.S. government eh?"

"Why do you think I'm hear Katrina! To protect you! I have contacts that are close to you two. I simply looked Janet up on all sorts of dating apps to try and meet her! To warn her! I'm assuming you haven't told her about your past?"

"What do you think that answer is Jason?! Of course I haven't! I've already put her and her family in danger! That's why I'm going to book a flight and leave to save them!"

"What? But Kat-" Janet tries to interrupt and put her hand over mine. I back away. I couldn't allow myself to get closer.

"Katrina the government knows what Russia is trying to do okay? That's why I'm here. But you have to tell Janet-"

"You guys are spies," Janet whispered, her eyes wide.

"Janet, I didn't want to tell you. I don't want you to get hurt," I try to explain as I reach out to hug her. She shuffled away, her eyes wide with fear and.... repulse towards me.

I visibly gulp and leave the bar. I didn't even bother to take Janet home. I was to hurt, to angry, to heartbroken.

I get home and slam my door. I lock every single thing in the house and close myself off completely. I stand in the kitchen, crying silently, sipping on a glass of vodka.

I hear my door open and I quickly grab and knife and hold it. The door closes and I hear footsteps as a familiar voice comes through.

"Katrina?" Janet kept saying. I hesitate before snapping back into form. She walks into the kitchen to find me there, holding a knife.

(Janet POV)

I feels shocked as I see Katrina standing in the kitchen, a scowl on her face as she pointed a massive butcher knife at me. I just freeze, careful not to make any sudden movements.

"How'd you get in?" Katrina whispered. God she was so beautiful when angry- wait, I'm straight. I don't feel for Katrina that way. She is just a really good friend.

But now I wasn't so sure. "I picked the lock. So tell me, how long were you going to hide this from me? I mean my best friend is..." my voice trailed off at the look on Katrina's face. It was pain. Pure, deep, incredible pain.

"I was a spy. Jay saved me," she whispered.

She cough before she spoke again. "Take of my shirt and undo the bra strap if you aren't afraid of seeing wounds. You can see what they did to me," Katrina said.

I look at the knife. She understood my message and put the knife away. I move forward and gently take her shirt off. I then undo her bra and I gasp.

No wonder Katrina mostly wore turtle necks or wore scarves. The scars were as far up as her neck and as low as her lower back. But judging by the way they look, I guessed the scars reached her butt.

I cry silently as I sit Katrina back up. "How-?"

"I refused to kill a child. I was 20 and I just couldn't kill the girl. And by that point I had killed 5 people. I just couldn't kill that girl. They- they punished me. My boss stripped me down and whipped me until I was near death. I was then charged with killing Jay. He was also charged by the American Government to kill me. Instead he took me to Canada and both the United States and Canadian governments promised me protection from Russia. Now-"

I cut off by Katrina by kissing her deeply.

I whispered in her ear, "Let's take this conversation upstairs shall we?"

I smirked as I helped her up. Katrina reaches for her shirt and bra, but I slap her hand away from them.

"Those won't be needed," I said, my accent strangely more husky than normal.

Katrina finally realize what I am playing at. She smirks as we both head upstairs.