My Emily

Chapter 6: Going home

Her lips straightened into a line. Tremors rushing through her arms as she stared back up into the old light.
"That's all I can say for now. I can't remember the rest."
Jenna sighed, brushing off her blue dress she still wore for so long out of disgust.
"We have one or two more questions for you miss Valentines..if you don't mind. Her eyes met with the male officer again. Nodding her head in reply, she brushed a strand of her jet black hair away.
"Do...you know if there's still DNA of the man on you? Any saliva, blood, semen, anything? We can get you to a emergency room if necessary if so."
Jenna pondered, she probably didn't have believable prove. Even if she did, they wouldn't be able to track him down. He wasn't a known criminal who had a record, or even lived in Chicago. She had heard what they did in the emergency room. She..didn't like to be seen like that again. Not anymore.
"N..no....I don't think I do."
The young woman swallowed a ball of pain, the feeling of barbwire wrapping around her throat tightened.
"Do you..guys have a phone so I can talk to someone..?" Jenna stood up off her metal stool.
One of the officers tensed, now standing up along side her. They pointed towards the door, his gruff hand grabbing a large pair of metallic keys varying from sizes and colors. Now unlocking the door to the interagation room, pointing to the left which lied 3 phone booths.  She gave a light smile to the officer and stepped over the the booths, her now ruined heels which she had treaded over snow with clacked on the tile floor.
The handle to the phone was ice cold, Jenna gripped onto it, pulling it off it's stand. Her blue eyes met the numbers to the booth, pondering if this where a bad idea. She breathed in as her fingers hit the corresponding numbers to a familiar place. Jenna held the phone to her ear waiting for anyone,...someone to pick up.
"Hello...? The voice of her mother came from the other side. She stayed quiet. Now contemplating hanging up. Her voice cracked as she responded back.
"Hello Mami..." Her hand barely shook, waiting for her response.
"Jenna..?
"I-its me....your daughte-" The phone went silent, Jenna's sentence was cut off. Her mother hung up on her. Her own mother.
Jenna slid the phone back onto its assigned location, taking a weak step back.
Jenna expected this outcome. She was technically outcasted by the family after she kept running away to do drug binges, sold her body for profit, and stole from them. Who would blame her. She licked her dried lips. Maybe it would have been better to have stayed missing.
She looked over at the female officer who now stood by the door she once came from. Now walking over to her for a small favor.
"H-hey...can you take me somewhere...? I don't have a car."
The officer looked over at Jenna, now giving a reassuring grin to her as she nodded.