Jenna;The Daughter

Chapter Seven

Christine's POV

I didn't know what was going on.

All I knew was I was hungry and cold.

"Christine, do you have anything in your pockets?" Sam asked me, she was huddled in the corner of the room. I couldn't see her face at all.

I padded down my pockets. "No, sorry sis!" I sighed. I got us into this mess, I'm the one who told her we should go visit Katrina and see what she could tell us about mom's past. But she shoved us into this room at 5:30 and now it had to be late at night. Our stomachs were growling and my battery died in my phone.

"It's okay, not your fault. It's her's," Sam grunted, forcing herself deeper into the corner.

"Would you stop that?" I snapped.

"What am I suppose to do, Christine?" She screamed. "We're here because of you!"

"Sam, I'm sorry okay? I didn't know this would happen! I can't tell the future. Don't put so much pressure on me," I snapped.

"You're stupid."

"Really, you're going to play that card?"

"Yup."

"Idiot."

This is the first time I believe I've ever had a fight with my sister. Even growing up, our age difference didn't put us on edge. Everyone swore we were twins, close as enemies in some ways. But no matter what, I always treated my sister with respect. We were so alike, except for the obvious appearance differences. Our mother raised us well, until I got us into this mess with our mother's high school enemy. I couldn't believe was how she could hold two teenagers in a room without food or anything to do. All we could do was fight and hope for the best.

"I'm sorry Sam, I truly am." I sighed and lid down on the cold tile floor.

"Just shut up, pretty pie."

"Excuse me?" I snarled. Pretty pie was one of those names I was called in elementary school due to the fact Rod accidentally pushed my face into a pie in the third grade. Ever since people called me pretty pie, and I haven't touched pie since.

"You heard me!" She mumbled.

I got up and went over to her. Grabbing her by the arm, I hauled her out of the corner and into the center of the room. "You seriously have to stop acting like you own the world! We're kidnapped, okay? It's not my fault, if it was I'd be the kidnapper! Get out of your judgmental hole and wake up and smell the god---" I stopped myself as I saw what I was doing. I was yelling at my sister, abusing her in my eyes. I let go and fell to the floor, my knees attached to my chest.

"Chrissy...." Sam muttered.

The door slammed open. "Hello Mutts! Enjoying your stay?" Katrina entered. She was wearing gray, baggy pants with a huge t-shirt.

"You know this is illegal, right?" Samantha snarled.

"You, my honey, should learn to shut your mouth!" She slapped Samantha across the face and I watched as my sister landed into the cold ground with a loud thump.

I got up quickly and slammed Katrina onto the floor. She didn't put up a fight, only smiled calmly and looked deeply into my eyes. I was pulled off her by a tug of an muscular arm. It was tight to my skin and didn't let go until it flung me to the wall.

"Boys," I heard Katrina say as my eyes turned a deep blue, then suddenly a black. "I think we have a Jenna Jr. on our hands."

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Jenna's POV

"Calm down," Kathleen had her hands caressing my shoulders. "It's all going to be alright. Christine and Samantha will show up, it's only a matter of time!"

"Those are my girls! And they're not home, it's twelve at night, Kat! They're missing! My two girls are missing," I squealed. This wasn't a normal feeling I had in my gut, to see the police search my home and my daughter's car turning up in a ditch somewhere. Kathleen was trying to make me feel better, but I was pulling myself down lower and lower. Something was terribly wrong. Christine and Samantha weren't lost, they knew their way around better than they knew how to turn on a television. They had to be kidnapped or dead. I don't know which was worse.

"I brought coffee!" Alex entered the living room with a tray of home brew coffee in plain white mugs with coffee spill stains on the sides.

"Nothing is going to cheer her up unless you brought her her daughters," Kathleen walked to him and whispered into his ear. But I could hear her timid voice loud and clear. She was trying to make me feel better, but I was destroying myself with the worry.

Alex just looked at me, with the saddest eyes. It was destroying him, too, they were his adolescent daughters. He must of had horrible thoughts of what was happening to them, things a father never wanted to happen to his child. His blue eyes were cold, he was stressing like he did every time something bad happened. I knew him so well, yet at this moment I didn't know him at all.

Suddenly the door slammed open and Mae entered, she was only a few years older than Christine. Made an aunt years before it was proper, she grew up as an aunt to someone she went to school with. She was beautiful after all these years, with long brown hair that wrapped around her breasts. Her freckles were completely fitting, and her eyes were as young as the day we met.

"Someone saw her going into the town," Mae told us.

"What town?" Kathleen asked her. I laid my head down in between my knees, my leg hairs tickled my face. Girl problems, even after only a day after shaving, the hairs grew back like wildfire.

"Katrina's town!" My head sprung up.