Jenna;The Daughter

Chapter Sixteen

Jenna's POV

Alex drove slowly to Kendal's house a few blocks away. He didn't want to draw attention to us, which I guess was a good idea in my eyes. I just looked out the window and saw the children playing in the streets. I remembered how my children use to play out there like them, but now they were out with their grandfather because I didn't trust that many people anymore since my children keep getting murdered and people close to me.

Kendal wasn't home, but I made an excuse to his mother that I left something in his office that I needed badly. I found the address quickly and walked out without a hitch. I have the address to Alex and he smiled and drove away. This girl didn't know what was coming, didn't know what was coming indeed.

When we got there I could see a man inside, covered in blood through the window. He was tall and muscular with short pale red hair. The man had a tattoo on his right bicep. I could see Katrina screaming at him, she didn't look a day younger then what she actually was. Even older maybe. Age didn't treat her well at all. I laughed to myself, and Alex saw what I was laughing at. I pulled my hood up and told him to park down the road a bit. Hidden in my pocket was a knife, a sharp one at that.

We got out of the car and dragged ourselves to the house and knocked on the door. Katrina answered after ten minutes, after putting my voice a bit higher pitched so I was able hide myself. She fell for it and let us in thinking we were magazine salesmen.

"It's nice to know some magazine's actually consider us!" She smiled, man she was stupid.

"Sure..." I said. Time for the show. "Where is she?" I snarled.

Her head turned to me instantly. She was looking at me like she knew every single thing I've done wrong. "I knew you'd come sooner or later," she said calmly.

"You were correct," I took my hood down. "Now tell me where my daughter is and no one has to get hurt."

"Everyone gets hurt, Jenna. Do you ever learn? None of this would of ever happened if you didn't have to steal my high school boyfriend," She barked at me. "So many had to die, so many so young. Kathleen, Benjamin, Emma, Samantha, Mackenzie, David. It's all your fault. You're nothing but worthless piece of shit, and you know that now. Don't you my beautiful?"

"I'm not your 'beautiful'. And I sure as hell won't be put down by a tramp like you, you are dirt on my shoes," I removed the knife from my pocket and exposed it for all to see. The man entered the room but quickly left. "I think it's time you got a taste of your own medicine."

"Really? I think it's time you got some of your own!" Katrina removed a pistol from the back of her jeans. She pointed it straight at my heart. "Good bye, good looking."

All I could hear was the gunshot.

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Rod's POV

I applied pressure to her wounds with one hand and laid my other hand upon her breast to feel her heart beating, I wanted to make sure she was still breathing. Her eyes opened and closed repeatedly, I didn't know if it was a sign she was dying painfully and slowly or that she was alive.

"You're going to survive this I promise," I spoke to her and her eyes opened fully.

"I love you, I have--have to tell you that," She muttered.

"I've loved you since the day I met you," I cried.

"Tell my family I--I love them," she instructed.

"Don't you dare say goodbyes, you'll survive this. I promise you," I screamed at her.

"I love--love you," She repeated. "Kill her." Her eyes darted to David's unmoving body. His gun was still in his belt and I felt a bit of joy as I let go of Christine and grabbed the gun. I smiled, this was for Christine.

A gunshot was heard upstairs that startled me and I fell backward. What was going on upstairs? Was she killing George? Or did George kill her?

I kissed Christine one last time and walked upstairs.