Forget Me Not

Chapter 3

2 months later

Jenna almost tripped over the edge of the red rug, laid out in the middle of her house as she made her way to the front door. Stumbling, Jenna made a grab for the edge of the table in front of her, tumbling into a harmless fall against the side of the couch beside her. The living room was a hazardous place, she decided as Jenna lay on the floor looking at her sore ankle critically.

Either Alex was right and the olden bungalow that she had bought and renovated one year ago was haunted by the ghost of the overweight man who had been found dead with his face in a plate of bacon before her or she seriously needed a second opinion on the house she had fixed herself. Before she could drag herself to her feet the bell started ringing again, the reason for her epic fall.

Then the pounding or rather kicking on the front door started “Jenna open the door now!” Alex yelled from the outside.

Jenna scowled and refrained from answering as she grabbed onto the couch and pulled herself up. The psycho waiting on her doorstep would stay out for a few more minutes. Well, that was what she’d thought until Jenna heard the door click open and Alex smugly entering the living room, putting her credit card into her wallet.

“You should really put the security chain on. Anyone can get in.” Alex informed her as she ventured towards Jenna and grabbed her arm, pulling her until Jenna had straightened out. Jenna critically looked at her ankle like it was an overgrown duck, twisting it around.

“Oh are you referring to sociopathic women, coming to knock down my door at 9 o’clock on a Wednesday night?” Jenna asked sarcastically, hobbling after Alex who was making a beeline to her kitchen, “Because apparently locked doors don’t deter them!”

Alex entered the kitchen first and Jenna heard her open the fridge and start rummaging around like a bull in a china shop. Jenna hobbled to the archway door leading to the kitchen and settled against the wall watching her fat ass of a friend back away from the fridge, her arms overflowing with a carton of eggs, two types of cheese, tomatoes and everything else that guaranteed a disaster… IF Jenna was the one planning on cooking. She even had a packet of seasoning clamped between her teeth as she laid down everything on the island in the middle.

“Af ai kash dop in…” Alex trailed off as she arranged everything and put the packet down.

“If I can do it then a determined rapist or murderer won’t be deterred. You think just because they see you on the floor, sorry about that, that they’ll decided to help you before sticking you with a knife?” at that statement Alex grabbed a butcher knife from the knife block and pointed it to Jenna as she slowly lowered herself into a stool at the island.

“The only people who’ll make the suspect list for my murder is that lady I reported in for speeding, Mr. Lister because that man refuses to comprehend the meaning of ‘professional architect’ and you.”

Alex replied by throwing her phone at Jenna, tying her hair up in a high bun and tying an apron that said ‘don’t piss me off, I’m the one making your food’ on it that Cass had gotten her a few months ago “Put some music on,” she ordered as she got out a cutting board, flour and other cooking things from the pantry without a word. Alex moved around like it was her own kitchen which considering the amount of time she spent in it, it could have been.

“Watcha making?” Jenna asked hobbling to the speakers in the living room. She hooked it up and scrolled through the list until she selected the song.

I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame
Yeah, cause I know I don't understand
Just how your love can do what no one else can