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

Chapter 46: Dane

Tuesday, 9:17 A.M.

I didn't want to leave Jena, but I knew it'd probably be better that I did. She'd have questions when she woke up, and sure- I could lie all I wanted, tell her we had some shots, some good sex, a few lines... but Jena is smarter than she gives herself credit for. If it wasn't the track marks I know I left all up her arm, Ev's stupid ass would be informing her of what I did in a heartbeat. 

And Rob too, apparently. I think bitterly in my head as I remember the livestream I was sure to hook up in my room to keep an eye on Jena before leaving this morning. I knew Evelyn was gonna file in as soon as I left. Rob though? That made my blood boil. 

Izzy, a new girl Rob had picked up in downtown Philly last week, whimpers in my backseat. I know... I'd whimper too if I just had my jaw broken- but the sound of it is enough to send me over the edge.  

"Jesus Christ! SHUT UP!" I roar into the backseat, finding the girls dark eyes through her ratty hair splayed out over my backseat. My head instantly pictures Jenalyn back there- bruised and beaten because that bitch got knocked up behind my back. 

"I'm sorry!" she cries, her words slurred from the broken jaw. "Please just let me go!"

I know it's not Jenalyn. I know I left her at home this morning, fucked up and probably on the verge of a fucking miscarriage. I know it's not her because I can fucking see Izzy clear as day in my backseat! But my mind.. still thinks Jena. My mind still processes her words as if they'd come from her. 

"Let you go?!" I half laugh, half yell as I swing open my drivers side door and storm to the back. "You want me to let you go?!" 

I rip the girl from the backseat, ignoring her cries and screams as I toss her to the curb at the abandoned warehouse I'd found her at when I got the call from T this morning. Blood splatters the concrete beneath her as she hits the ground, and it only drives my blood faster through my veins. "Done!" I scream, kicking the crying girl three times before I can stop myself. "Fucking done! You fucking WHORE! You're DONE!"

I throw myself into my car and slam the door without even checking the damage I'd done, or the witnesses that may have had the pleasure of seeing that this morning. The livestream from my bedroom still plays on in the background of my truck. Jena cries- she has been all fucking morning... which is why I couldn't be there in the first place.  

"I want to go home." she cries to Evelyn, who offers nothing except a 'but I'm here!' in response. 

Too bad, I think to myself with a laugh I could only describe as crazy. I glance back to the girl sprawled out on the curb outside who just got a hard eviction because my mind couldn't process that it wasn't Jena for a moment. I don't give a fuck about her, so I can drive off and never deal with her bullshit again. 

Jena though? I don't think I could ever really do that... not anymore.

I tried.