Uncontrollable Feeling

Chapter 55

Kristal Anderson

"Wha-what do you. . . what do you mean she's dead?" My legs buckled, and I stumbled back. If it weren't for Thea standing beside me and catching me just in time, I would've met the floor. "What do you mean?"

His eyes left his computer screen, that look of complete disinterest only emphasised by his lips smacking as he chewed some gum. "What do you mean, what do I mean? She's dead, gone, deceased. How else do you want me to say it?" 

I felt my heart tighten in my chest, tears bubbling up to the surface, and I let them come. Allowed them to blur my vision and take me under.

How could she be dead?

I gripped Thea's arm that was snaked around my waist to support me, "No, no, no, you must be mistaken. The inmate I'm looking for is Jenna Dixon, s-she was just brought in a little over a month ago. Please, just check again," Panic rolled off of me in waves.

It had been over a month since Jenna was caught; throughout that time, my priority was my father, making up for all the lost time. But she was always in the back of my mind, plaguing my thoughts in moments of silence. Thoughts that always ended with a single conclusion; she was the key to taking Robert Vasilakis down.

This was supposed to be it; I spent these past few weeks thinking things through, even rehearsing what I would say to her. How I would convince her to take my side, to help me take Robert down once and for all. This was supposed to be it.

"She is dead." The epitome of nonchalance said once again, my clear distress doing absolutely nothing to appeal to his emotions. "Has been for a while now; it happened two days after she got here"

A sob slipped past my lips before I could stop myself. I hate to admit it, but in that moment, all the good memories I had with her flashed before my eyes. All the laughs I shared with her, all the times she comforted me after my nightmares, every time she told me she loved me—memories of when she was the most important person in my life, my guardian angel.

I hated myself for feeling it. Hated the fact that my brain couldn't just erase those memories forever. Hated the fact that part of me still saw her as that: my second mother. Hated that my heart ached knowing that I would never see her again.

"How did it happen? She was healthy when she was brought in," Thea asked beside me, tightening her grip around my waist.

"She took her own life, hung herself with a rope in her cell."

My hand reached for my mouth, cupping it to silence another sob. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening.

"But how. . . how did she have access to a rope?" She asked again, taking lead of the conversation because all I could do was sob for the woman I should feel nothing towards.

"We don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? There should have been an investigation. We should have been contacted as soon as it happened." 

"There was nothing to investigate, and she had no immediate family in her records. Now, you are welcome to leave, or you will be escorted out." He said dismissively, clearly trying to get us out of here as soon as humanly possible. He went back to typing on his computer, the loud keyboard clicking away.