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

Chapter 19: Jenalyn

Thursday, 10:19 P.M. EST

Dane doesn't say anything to me for a while after getting home- I try not to take it too personally though considering the news Rob had shared about one of the clients in Westchester beating one of his new recruits to death. I know he's probably just stressing.

Granted, he's probably only stressing about who to send on all the runs that girl was scheduled to see for the week- but it's still stressing, right?

"Can I sleep at T's tonight?" Evelyn suddenly asks, breaking the silence that not even the TV was on to fill. 

Dane and I both snap our heads toward her, for different reasons, I'm sure. Why the hell does Ev want to spend the night at his place? Ew.

"Is he paying?" Dane responds after a few more moments of tense silence. He tosses a baggy in my direction, almost going unnoticed by my staring so hard at Evelyn's already snarky face. Half of my stare is in disbelief, half is just begging her, with my eyes, not to work Dane up. 

I should have suspected she'd cause problems tonight after having to break the news to her earlier about this baby... Evelyn, like her brother, has got quite the temper when she doesn't get her way. 

"He doesn't have to, Dane! He's a part of your creepo Creekside team!" Evelyn spits. She stands to her feet, crossing her arms over her tiny chest in full tantrum mode before Dane cuts it short.  

He slams his fist down on the coffee table separating me and him, from her. "God damn it, Evelyn!" He snarls as he stands to his feet himself. "No! The fucking answer is no! Finish bagging my fucking shit, and get your God damned ass over to Rob's place!"

Behind the sour expression plastered across her face, Evelyn looks as if she could cry. She doesn't dare speak another word though, she just resumes her position kneeling in front of the table before grabbing a baggy.

Dane storms across the living room, and down the hallway. 

I'm quick to resume my bagging too- knowing the safety of me and this baby depend solely on my cooperation at all times. 

"Let's go, Jenalyn!" Dane's voice booms from down the hall, sparking an anxiety attack inside of me just knowing he could take out all of today's frustration on me. 

I shoot Evelyn a look she'll know means I'm mad at her, before pulling myself to my feet and tossing my empty baggy in her direction.