Falling Apart

Chapter 55

Jenna's POV

It's been two months since living with Ian. Everyday has become a simple routine: try to not get caught. Wherever we go, we pretty much have to be in hiding because if anyone ever found us, it wouldn't be good. Each morning I wake up in the spare bedroom next to Ian and Kelly's. The entire situation has been strange for all of us but none of us ever say anything.

The last time I was staying with them, things were so different. Ian thinks we have something now that he kissed me a few months ago, but that can't happen. I'm not going to be a victim of him any longer and that's just one of the countless reasons why we will never happen.

Kelly still gives me strange glances all the time, probably wondering why I'm still here. I wonder that myself, but then the realization that I pushed everyone away hits me. I don't have a family that cares about me enough to call or check on me, I don't have any friends except for the ones trying to hunt me down, and all I have is my former rapist and kidnapper who still, to this day, convinces me that we're meant for each other. Sometimes I wonder if I really did die that night in Wills house, and this is all a nightmare.

So once again, just like the past sixty two days, I wake up to the same creaky fan above my head and I take a shower. I'll admit it's peaceful not having to wake up in an asylum that I don't deserve to be in, but how can I be so appreciative when my life has turned this way? I used to be normal. I would wake up every morning and hangout with my friends. All I'd have to worry about was school and boys. But now everything is so much different that I feel like I've lived a thousand different lives. I don't even feel like myself anymore and it's haunting me.

After I shower I ring my hair out and wrap a towel around me. I turn my back for a second to reach for my toothbrush but I feel a hand touch my shoulder. "Jenna." Ian whispers. I turn to face him, not knowing what he'll say me today. Everyday he comes in here with me, right after I shower. Our eyes meet and he takes in my wet appearance. I then realize all I'm wearing is a towel but he's seen me like this before so I don't know why I still feel ashamed in front of him like this.

"When are we going to tell Kelly?" He whispers into my ear.

"Tell Kelly what?"

"About us." He grins as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"There is no us. I've told you this over and over." I push away from him and walk back into my room where it isn't so hot. I slide on some clothes and wrap my hair in the towel.

"Then why are you still here? It's been months."

"I'm here because you're all I got, okay? Is that what you want to hear? That you, my rapist and kidnapper and the one that made my life turn out this way, you are all I have now? Well yeah. That's why I'm here." I fall onto the bed.

Ian sits down beside me. I feel his eyes watching me as I stare at the fan on the ceiling and I wish he'd say something already to get over this silence. Instead, I speak up. "Is this how we're going to live for the rest of our lives?"

He looks away for a second before answering. "Do you not like it like this?"

"Does it really feel like we're living, Ian? I mean, we've basically been trapped under this roof for two months and if we even go out, we have to sneak around and hide. I'm just tired of living like this. It's not even living."

"Where would you even want to go?" He turns to me again and reaches for my hand this time. I don't bother pushing away because it isn't worth it anymore.

"I want to go home."

Katherine's POV

"This is all your stuff?" He asks.