Jenalyn: A Splitting Personality (#2) [Complete]

Chapter 3: Jenalyn

Friday, 2:38 P.M

Harper didn't ask much while we were at the doctors, but as soon as we get in the car her questions are quick to start firing off.

"Do you know whose it is?" she asks, her face almost worried as she keeps her eyes peeled to the road.

I'm still in shock... and all I can think about is what happened the last time I got this news. Needless to say, my mind is running wild with this- it must be post traumatic stress, but I'm having an anxiety attack.

"It's probably... the guy's." I say, trying to keep my voice from sounding distant as I scan my mind. I know she'll know who I'm talking about. Harper has kind of found her way into my life like that- it's weird sometimes, but she doesn't ever really push me to say more than I can handle.

She's proven that if anyone, I can trust her.

It takes a few moments of really thinking on her question for my head to piece together that I may have just lied to her. The doctor said that I was about 4-5 weeks along... it's been about 6 weeks since I've had sex with Dane- and he didn't even cum inside of me.

As far as any customers go? I didn't have any that fit that time range.

My heart pounds painfully in my chest as my mind falls on the only person that does fit the time range. I barely have time to think on it before Harper is following up though.

"I am so sorry, Jena..." she says, glancing at me from the driver's side with her eyes wide. "Are you going to... you know?"

My head snaps toward her offensively, though I know she's probably only asking because she thinks it'd be too hard for me to raise 'my abusers' child. I try to keep my face from growing as offended as my voice sounds.

"No!" I say, "I don't... believe in that. Not for me, at least. I'm keeping it. Definitely."

Harper glances at me again, this time her face growing even more worried. "Are you sure you're going be okay with that?" she asks, "Think about whose it is, Jena- that's what you'll see everytime you look at this kid..."

Oh, I'm thinking about whose it is! Believe me, I am! My heart still pounds so painfully and loud because of it, I feel like Harper can hear it from the driver's side!

My heart wants to be sure I shouldn't schedule an appointment to terminate a pregnancy that could probably get me killed- but I can't wrap my now rushing mind around it.

You're gonna let Dane kill another one of your babies? I hear somewhere in the back of my mind.

My heart breaks at the thought, but I know that's exactly what I'd be doing if I were to terminate this pregnancy.

I'd be letting Dane take another one of my babies... the thought so prominently fills my mind it's all I can think about.

"I'm keeping it, Harper." I unintentionally snap after a few moments of the torturous thought.
"Is that going to be a problem? With your mom? Harlee? The management? You? Because I'm happy to call it all off for this. I want this. "

Harper glances at me nervously, a brow raised as she white knuckles her steering wheel. After a moment, she shakes her head and tries to force a smile.

"Let me talk to mom." she says after a moment, her suddenly bubbly demeanor so forced it makes my eyes narrow. "I'm going to tell her you're... not certain about the father- but... you're definitely going to need to come up with something. Especially for Hayden."