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

Chapter 22: Jenalyn

Thursday, 11:45 P.M. EST

It's the guy- the guy Rob said killed the out-of-hand new recruit. Dane brought him to the warehouse he has down here in Philadephia... but why did I have to be a part of this?

"You did great, Lil Bit- tie 'em up." Dane demands as he rotates the single light in this huge room to where an old wooden chair sits against the wall. He throws a band of heavy duty zip ties to where I still stand in shock, in the darkness of the shadows by the large door. 

Why do I have to be a part of this?!

Every part of me wants to turn around and run. Run from whatever the hell Dane is about to make me watch- but I can't. Where would I go? Hayden's phone is hidden safely in Dane's closet beneath my numerous still unopened boxes of shoes- and I don't remember Harper's number by heart!

"Jenalyn hurry the fuck up!" Dane snaps, pulling me from the escape plan trying to form in my mind. "He's going to wake up soon, let's get this show on the road!" 

I stumble to pick up the zip ties, quickly walking to the lump of a man hunched over in the chair. I try so hard to bring myself to move closer than the five feet I've allowed between us, but a steady stream of tears and a crippling anxiety won't allow me to budge.

"I don't know how, Dane!" I cry, turning back to him only to be blinded by the single bright light facing me directly. "I've never had to tie anyone up before, I don't wan-"

I'm interrupted by Dane stepping out from behind the light, blocking the brightness just long enough for me to see him making his way over to me. The sound of his voice echoes through the room. 

"Hey, Lil Bit- You need to relax." He says, so much more calm than I had heard him all day today- even before the news about the new recruit. "Just calm down, and tie up his arms and legs, okay?"

Dane makes it over to me and immediately pulls me into his chest before kissing the top of my head gently.

Nothing in my head makes sense right now: why I'm here, what were doing, why Dane is acting so fucking weird?! 

I still can't help the sense of relief that comes over me being in his arms though, and feeling him kiss me so gently. 

He pulls away from me and returns to his spot at the table behind the light, leaving me standing with the zip ties. I push through everything in my head, making my way to the man and quickly tying up first both of his hands, and then both of his legs. I've managed to stop the tears from streaming down my face now, and immediately turn to face Dane's direction after completion. 

"Can I please wait in the car now?" I ask, my voice both raspy and weak from the fit I'd thrown. 

I don't hear anything but the clanking of metal objects on a wooden table for a few moments, but Dane is soon to clear his throat and emerge into the light again. 

"This motherfucker killed one of my girls today." Dane says, almost emotionless as he slowly makes his way over to me.

I know he isn't going to let me wait in the car... he would have just told me to go as soon as I asked. I can feel new tears start to well up in my eyes. I don't get what any of this has to do with me... I don't get why Dane needs to go after this douche anyway- I mean, he's not the first guy to do that! 

"-I know you're probably wondering what that's got to do with you, right baby girl?" he continues, staying true to knowing my mind all too well. "-and the truth is... Nothing! It has nothing to do with you- for once." 

I'm trying hard to make sense of it all. My mind is racing a mile a minute trying to process this, but it's almost as if Dane is just scrambling my thoughts as they form. 

Dane reaches me once again, this time reaching for my hand as he continues to speak. 

"-I just wanted you to be here. This is where I take my frustrations out, Lil Bit." he says almost gleefully though in a very... eerie way. 

"Can I... wait in the car?" I mumble uncontrollably, my nerves and anxiety only thickening as Dane goes on. 

"No!" Dane laughs, passive aggressively forcing my hand open before placing something cold, heavy and metal into it. "I actually have better plans for you tonight, Lil Bit."