Jenna;The Daughter

Chapter Thirteen

Kathleen's POV

"Are you sure you're able to take care of those three rascals?" Jenna asked me as she prepared to get ready for work.

"Jenna, I practically raised those children with you. They are my godchildren after all," I replied and handed her her lunch.

"Thanks so much Kathleen, hopefully you get a good paid job soon so you won't have to deal with these kids," She hugged me and walked out the front door.

Ever since we met in high school, Jenna has been a big part of my life. Seeing her adapt from her struggles and be able to raise six beautiful children with another baby on the way, was simply amazing. I don't know what I possibly would do if I had never have met Jenna that day in the cafeteria. She even saved my life once before, even though she decides to hide it. Jenna is my best friend and I would take a bullet for her, even if it meant dying for her. She would do it for me, and I would do it for her as a favor.

"Auntie Kitty-Kat," Amber pulled on my black, puffy skirt. "I'm tired."

"Come on, I'll put you to bed!" I picked her up into my arms and brought her upstairs to her bed. I put her to bed and went into the guest bedroom to lay down.

I fell asleep but was awoken to the sound of breaking glass. There was someone down stairs, someone who wasn't meant to be in here. My body remained stiff, though I attempted to get up numerous amounts of time. The footsteps got closer and closer until the door flung open. A man and woman stood in the open door frame, and I of course being the coward I am, laid down on my bed and shook enough to power electricity. The woman exposed a small pistol in her hand, her eyes were covered but I could see the twirl of her lips as she rose it to my head's height.

This was my end? To a woman I didn't even know? Would they find me dead in the guest room and put me to bed in a casket. My own son was in the nursery playing with the babies, my own son may find me dead.

"I've waited so long for this moment," The woman exclaimed. "To see the precious Kathleen Milton fall in my glory." The voice sounded familiar then it clicked. Katrina.

I jumped from the bed and attacked her, hauling her into the hallway and breaking a few picture frames. I was all in the moment when I saw a little boy in a ball cap and a little girl with short brown locks standing down at the edge of the hallway, I lost my grip in hopes of saving them. But, she had me pinned down suddenly and she took the children into aim. Two bullets and they were onto the ground and my eyes were filled with salty tears. I failed to protect them, I failed Jenna. Just let me die now, just let me repay my dues.

She twirled me around and dropped her gun. "You always tried to protect, didn't you? But that doesn't always work, does it? And to be honest, my 'thing' hasn't been used more than the Internet. But your murder picture will," Katrina revealed her eyes by pulling off her mask. She still remembers my remarks from where I told Alex she was cheating on him?

"You have Christine, don't you? You killed Sam, DIDN'T YOU?" I screamed at her, Jake and Penelope began to cry from down the hall.

"Christine is in better hands with me, anyways. Looks like you couldn't protect anyone, anyways. Just look at Benny and Emma for crying out loud, you deserve to die," She smiled. "George, the knife." The man behind her handed her a knife with blood stains already on it. "Maybe you can say hello to Christine for me in heaven."

"Go to hell," I muttered.

"Hopefully," She grinned toothily and slid the blade across my neck. She got up and watched me as my own blood entered my hands with her hands interlocked with her minion.

I closed my eyes and hoped to God that Jenna would kick Katrina's ass.

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Christine's POV

"So, she found the letter and beat you until you were black and blue?" I held the cold cloth up to Mackenzie's black eye. It was so swelled up that her hazel beauties were invisible. Her face was practically all black and her arms covered in bandages.

"She--she went to your house today. She wanted to finish the job, kill your mother!" Mackenzie cried. She was missing a tooth in the front of her mouth

Dawn didn't even arrive when Mackenzie was thrown into Rod and I's holding cell. She was beaten when she couldn't walk and Rod had to lift her onto the bed. Who could of done this to their own flesh and blood? I knew my grandmother, Tanya, had abused my mother, but never this bad. Mackenzie could hardly speak, and was bleeding from all parts of her body. She would die before help ever arrived, I would have a ten year old's corpse on my hands. But there sure as hell wasn't any way that Katrina could cover this incident up as much as she tried. The marks were too terrible. Mackenzie couldn't even cry, that's how bad it was.

"This is bullshit," Rod hovered back and forth around the room behind me. "She can't just do this to a harmless kid!"

"Rod, please!" I comforted and took the cloth down from Mackenzie's eye. During the times her mother trusted her, Mackenzie would bring us stuff we needed. She sometimes brought chocolate and I couldn't help but smile at the fact someone cared. But now Katrina didn't trust her, instead treated her as her own prisoner.

"I'm so sorry, Chrissy," Mackenzie mumbled. I laid her back onto my bed and cupped her face lightly in my hands.

"Never be sorry for something out of your control," I kissed her forehead. She was most certainly almost a sister to me now more than anyone would ever believe. "Now get some rest, you deserve it."

I slid down onto the other side of the room and Rod followed suit quickly after. Ever since he came her, kidnapped by the same person I was, he protected me with all his might. And somewhere down inside of me I felt something I never felt before, trust and wanting. I wanted him, I didn't want Conor, I wanted someone who would actually protect me. Someone who tried to love me. I always went for Conor because he was older and could teach me anything I wanted, but then again he couldn't even protect me in my time or need. He didn't even give two shits that I was missing according to Rod. Conor didn't search for me, but yet Rod risked his life for me. Was beaten up for me, and still managed to say I was beautiful each time I cried myself to sleep.

I leaned over in front of him, unsure of what I was doing. I looked into his hazel eyes and saw hope. I saw a boy who actually cared. I leaned in and landed my dry lips upon his wet, full ones. He tasted like blood, but I didn't care. Everything that happened these last few months suddenly disappeared and all I could see was him and all I could feel was the kiss that felt like lightning. I pulled away quickly and sat against the wall again.

"What was that for?" He asked instantly. I knew I was his first kiss and I hoped to God it felt as good for him as it did for me.

"For trying to save me," I told him. "I got to be honest that was my lightning."

"Lightning?" He questioned me.

"Lightning a.k.a the best kiss you ever had," I smiled and took his hand. "And believe me it was."

For the first time in months, though Mackenzie was beaten up, I felt happy and safe in hold with Rod.