Jenna;The Daughter

Chapter Nine

Christine's POV

She combed her fingers through my hair, trying not to miss a strand. I didn't put up a fight, at this point I wanted to die to feel some kind of pain. Katrina was creating her perfect image of her "daughter". After three days of being held in a room with a blow up mattress and only the ability to talk to myself, Katrina finally let me bathe and be released from the tape that clung to my wrists. I swear she drugged me, because even when she was dying my hair a dark brown like her own, I didn't even try to protect myself. There seemed to be no point anymore.

I wonder if mom misses me, if the cops were out looking for me, I even wondered if they found Sam's murdered corpse on the side of the road yet. This wondering was going to kill me before Katrina had a chance to. Her hands rubbed against my neck, did she really think dying my hair and giving me colored contacts was going to fool people? Apparently so, because that was her plan. I was to only go out with blue eye contacts on and covering clothing. Someone should recognize me, someone would, right? I didn't want to be invisible. Would my own best friends or boyfriend even recognize me? We're they even looking for me?

I sighed loudly and caught the attention of Katrina. "Anything bothering you, Summer?" She asked. Suddenly, my name was summer and I wasn't to speak of the name Christine ever again. I wanted my real mother, not this kidnapper who only wanted to hurt me and my family.

I remained silent and she continued to dye my hair. I could feel my body changing, it was as if it was adapting to my situation. I didn't want to be Summer Loveless, I wanted to be Christine Newman like I was born to be. This wasn't the life I wanted to live, a stupid and illegal lie.

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Jenna's POV

"Come on, sitting on that couch isn't going to help you! You need to get out and live!" Kathleen demanded me to get off the couch.

"My daughter was found dead yesterday, Kat, I'm not going to get out and live!" I snapped at her.

We got the call that I expected to get yesterday. They found Samantha dead in a ditch about a mile away from where they found the car. My baby girl was dead, the cops suspected murder. I couldn't shake the feeling she died right in front of Christine. There wasn't any way for me to smile or live in this situation. Not if my baby girl couldn't smile and live with me, too.

"Jenna..." Kathleen tried to console me.

"I don't need pity, I need Christine," I sighed and got off the couch. I walked off to my bedroom, and hoped Kathleen didn't follow. Closing the door behind me, I ran to the bed and shoved my face in the pillow. My daughter was dead, stabbed in the stomach and I was expected to be okay? She was only a child, only entering life. Now she's getting sewed up and getting ready to be in a casket Alex and I had bought her today.

I was no stranger to young people dying, but I didn't expect it to happen to my own child. What was Sam thinking in her last moments? Was she crying for me? Christine? I didn't want to think about that, but it was there in my head, throbbing against my skull as if to say "listen to me, listen to me!"

The door creaked open and a little head peaked in. Emma was standing there, her and the remainder of my children didn't really understand what death meant. She didn't understand that Sam was never coming back, she thought she was just on vacation or something. I sighed and gestured her to come in. She was one of the things I didn't want to lose, she entered my arms and I didn't let go.

"Mommy, when's Sam coming home?" She whispered into my chest.

"When we're all asleep, baby girl," I swallowed hard trying not to cry.