Jenalyn: Daring to Defy (#1)[Complete]

Chapter 8: Jenalyn

11:58 P.M.

He hasn't come out here for me... and I'm too afraid to leave my spot on the living room couch where he left me, so I'm obviously sleeping in the dog house tonight. I let my body fall over onto the hard sofa beneath me, not even bothering to get up to find a blanket or a pillow that doesn't smell like deodorant. 

Tonight didnt really go as planned- and I'm kind of bummed about it. Not only did I resolve nothing as far as Dane's so called 'punishments' go, but now Dane is mad at me.

Like, actually mad at me.

Saturday, 2:49 A.M.

I must've dozed off, because when I open my eyes to complete darkness and the sound of a hotel A.C humming softly in my ears- I'm completely confused. Reality sets in fast though, and a few things come to my attention. First being that I didnt turn the lights off at any point before dozing off. Leading me to my second realization- that Dane must have been out here since I'd fallen asleep, because they're off now.

A gust of cold AC air brushes against my already frozen skin. As if on queue, I wrap my arms around my chest and my teeth start to chatter. That's when realization three comes into play- he just left me out here in the cold. He didn't even bring me a blanket as the smallest gesture...

My chest feels cold now. The inside. But my head quickly tries to justify his actions, reminding me of my importance to him, and how he'd never actually just leave me out here. Maybe hes busy? Scheduling his rounds or dealing with his girls over the phone since he had to take this trip or something. Or maybe he's just been... watching a movie? I don't know.

I sit up from the couch, still clenching my arms to my chest while I listen intently for the muffled sound of his voice on the phone.. the light voices from the TV... anything.

Nothing.

Is he asleep?

I tip toe to the bedroom door, finding myself growing more upset at the lack of hearing anything except... snoring.

He really didn't come out for me!

I open the door without second thought, revealing an even darker room that smells of cigarettes and loud. A mass I know is Dane lay on the bed, still snoring loudly, completely unphased by my lack of presence next to him. I dont bother shutting the door quietly. I push it shut in a quick fit of frustration, and practically stomp over to the bed where he still sleeps.

"Dane." I say into the silence, frustration clear in my voice though I know only I will hear it. I slip my shorts down my legs, leaving only my lace underware as I crawl on the bed and begin to shake him. "Dane! Get up," I try again. He groans for a moment, but I watch his eyelids flutter before the reflection of the little light the moon lets in is reflected in his pupils.

"Hmm." He says, sounding both unimpressed and panicked at the same time, if that's possible. I pull his hand from under the covers, his heavy arm lifeless and difficult to manuver over my panties. "I want you to have me... right now." I say without any thought about it. Dane lets out a weak laugh, and sloppily pulls his hand away before repositioning himself on the bed and letting out a yawn.

"Really?" he asks, his voice raspy but entertained. "You really woke me up for that? You realize I don't usually get to sleep, right?" I put his hand back, watching as he slowly wakes up more and more.

"Really." I say, feeling an urge in the back of my mind that I've felt so many times before, but have never been able to recognize. I can still sense him waking up more. He turns back toward me, and I no longer need to hold his hand in place. 

"You really are something." Dane half laughs, half sighs as he pulls me down onto the bed beside him.

He barely hesitates before positioning himself on top of me. I try to feel it, and I try to get out of my whirlwind of a mind- but I can't help the pit from forming in my stomach as I vivdly process that this is only a temporary fix.