Jenna;The Daughter

Chapter Ten

Christine's POV

Everything was so plain, my walls, my bed spread, my clothes, and even my eyes. There wasn't anything beautiful about me here today, nothing at all, or any day for that matter. Katrina treated me like a pet! She only fed me twice each day and that wasn't enough to give me energy. I have a feeling that was her plan, to not have me have any energy. Without energy, I couldn't escape her hold and run off to find my parents.

They wouldn't recognize me anyways, everything that set me out from all my sisters and brother was my hair and eyes. But that was ruined, my natural hair was replaced by a brown that reminded me of shit. Every time I thought of running home, I realized I wouldn't even be excepted home. I practically killed my younger sister. This wasn't my fault, was it? I only came for answers and nothing more, yet I got stuck in this mess of a life. I wonder if Katrina would give me answers if I only asked.

She walked into my room with a look of a champion on. She practically won me it seemed. I couldn't help then to notice she was more beautiful as a teenager then what she was now. Now she was just tall with a horrific built and age marks on her face, yet she couldn't even be at least forty yet. Katrina was just a tired person who lost her baby in an custody battle in high school. I wonder what he's like now. I can just imagine Katrina's offspring, isn't that weird?

"You seem tired, Summer," I ignored her comment. "I have someone for you to meet. Your baby sister, Mackenzie!" Katrina had a daughter? Behind her I could suddenly see a pair of hands clung on to the back of her legs. Something inside me kind of wanted to throw up. Someone had sex with the likes of Katrina? Or did she also kidnap this child, too? "Don't be shy, Kenzie, she won't hurt you."

The child entered my view, and she most certainly was beautiful as my own sisters had been. Her hair was a long, pale blonde like my own, except the ends curled out and pointed out in my direction. If her hair was shorter, then you would swear that she was right out of the sixties. Her eyes were a thick hazel, I felt like I've seen them before, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Hi," She greeted. Her voice was so timid and quiet, I could hardly pick out her words. A child was right in between this murder/kidnap story that happened to be my life at the moment. This wasn't fit to be honest. This wasn't fair at all. I just felt like taking her fair away and hiding her. "You look tired, did my mommy hurt you." Wham, right in the back of the child's petite head. Katrina physically abused her own child? No wonder it didn't take a bit of heart to murder someone else's child, when she beat her own. Mackenzie didn't even flench, she just continued to stare at me.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone to bond," Katrina smiled as she walked out and closed the door behind me.

"I hate her," the child snarled and walked over, sitting on my bed as if this was a normal everyday thing.

"You and me both," I sighed. "Are you actually her daughter?"

"Sadly, yes. I'm ten, though my body depicts I'm much younger than my age. She's an, excuse my adult language, but an asshole. She had to have kidnapped you or something, I'm not stupid!" Mackenzie's voice was loud and clear, she was acting timid around her mother as if it was some sort of protection.

"I want to contact my parents so bad, I just want them to know I'm alive!" I clung my knees to my chest.

"What if you could?" She asked.

"I'd be super happy," I told her.

"Do you have your street address memorized by any chance?" She practically questioned me.

"Yes, of course I do," I responded. "Why?"

"Because, if you write them a letter telling them where you are and stuff, I'll send it. I would like to see someone beat the crap out of my mother anyways, she doesn't deserve life to be honest. All she ever does is plan to murder some missy named Jenna Wells," Mackenzie slid onto the floor next to me.

"Jenna Wells? You most certain that's who she is planning to kill?" I swallowed hard.

"Most certainly, I have a photographic memory, I'm quick to memorize stuff!" Mackenzie applauded herself.

"That's my mother," We both stared at each other in silence.

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Jenna's POV

"Now, everyone must have a walker talkie. If we're going to find this girl, we have to be equipped with the tools. Everyone must be logged on to channel five, see anything weird. You tell us instantly. We know this was the last town she was even seen in, we need to return her to her parents," Sherif Daniels told the crowd. Many people have gathered together to search for my daughter, but to my own surprise only one of her best friends were here, Rod Templeton. He stood alone and was going to search alone. This most certainly was a great pleasure to know at least one school mate of hers actually cared. "Any questions?"

"What if we find the girl, but she's dead?" Someone screamed, a feminine voice that seemed cold as ice.

"You report back to me," The Sherif commanded. "Now lets go!" Everyone separated. I stood alone with the Sherif and watched as volunteers went searching for my missing daughter.

I sat back instantly onto the picnic table and laid my head down. I honestly didn't want to think about what was happening to my daughter at this very moment. I just wanted to cry it out. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and this time it didn't belong to my husband.

"Jen, you can't be too hard on yourself," The Sherif sighed and sat across from me. I remember him from my chemistry class, sat right in front of me every day. His name was Kendal, but I wouldn't call him that while he was in uniform.

"I was mad at her the last time we talked, what if she ran away and doesn't want to be found?" I sobbed to myself, but I knew Kendal could hear me.

"She's a old enough girl to understand that parents get mad sometimes. You can't let this worry just destroy you, you aren't that type of person," He told me.

"I just can't shake this feeling that some how this is my fault!" I complained. "If something bad happened to her, I want to her to be able to blame someone. Sam died, possibly in front of her. I can't control my feelings anymore then I can control a water fall. Sherif, this isn't something I wanted to happen to any of my children. Any of them. I didn't want them to live the tragic tale I did growing up, Amber is near my age! I watched my siblings die, Kay and Harry didn't deserve that. I just didn't want my children to fall into the same stupid series of events that I did, it's just not fair."

"Nothing is fair," Kendal flicked his jet black hair back behind his ear. "Nothing ever will be, either. This is a game of life, and not the board game either. You live then you die, and nothing in the middle is fair."

"I just didn't want my kids to get hurt," I sighed.

"It only makes them stronger," Kendal smiled.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, eh?" I chuckled. How could I chuckle at a time like this?

Minutes of the search turned into hours, and I had a long chat with Kendal about his family life. He was an only child of a single mother, never knew his father. He married a beautiful woman from New York and had just one child with her until they discovered she had cancer and then she passed away a year after Liam's birth. Emily was truly beautiful, especially on their wedding day. I was invited, but I couldn't go because Sam had the chicken pox as just a couple months old. Liam was around Emma's age now, according to Kendal. I knew he was only telling me this to make me feel better about myself, but no matter what I felt horrible.

"Hello, Sherif Daniels!" I heard Rod's voice on the radio, loud and clear.

"Hello, this is Sherif Daniels. Who is speaking?" Kendal said back into the walkie talkie.

"Rod Templeton, sir! I found this house, I can see a bit inside but I'm pretty sure I see Christine purse!" Rod explained.

"Where are you to?" Kendal questioned.

"I'm at five---" Rod began.

"Hey, what are you doing on our lawn, youngster?" A male's voice sprung out.

Suddenly the radio went all staticky. Kendal and I looked at each other in complete worry. Why would he destroy the radio, if he wasn't close to my daughter?