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

Chapter 39: Jenalyn

Wednesday, 7:42 P.M.

Rob and I have been rather quiet since leaving dinner, and making our way back to one of Dane's abandoned trap houses.

I'm sure he senses how annoyed I am with his little rant at the resturaunt, and the fact that he won't listen when I tell him stop thinking he's 'got it all figured out now.'

"You live on that phone, huh?" Rob asks as he flips through the channels on the flatscreen TV. He's been peeping me on my phone since we got back.

I ignore him, still too upset to even want to aknowledge him. I scroll down my messages and click back on Tyler's thread. 

Tyler: I miss you a lot.
I'll drop my plans for
the next two days and
come out there with you 
if you want? 
Tyler: If you're not too
busy with your other man,
that is. 😉

"So you're ignoring me completely now... cool." Rob says after a few moments, interrupting when I go to text a reply to Ty. "You really got me out here risking my life, just so that you could throw a hissy fit and ignore me like a child..."

I lower my phone and narrow my eyes at him. "Stop acting stupid, Rob." I snap, "I'm ignoring you because your fucking handler isn't around, and you think you run something now! Who do you think you are, talking to me like you did?!"

Rob laughs, so I just let out a frustrated sigh and raise my phone to my face again preparing to ignore him some more.

Hayden: lol Yeah, right!
How could I ever want
another man when I have
the LITERAL man of my
dreams now? 😍

I press send just as Rob goes to speak again, this time deciding to sit up an turn to me as he does. "You're really something else, kiddo." he laughs, a condescending tone in his voice that I try, and fail to ignore.

I lower my phone once again, this time with an eye roll. "Why?" I snap with frustration lining my tone. "-because I'm not just going to sit here and listen to some bullshit about how I'm supposedly in love with Dane's number one bitch boy, Rob? I'm something else because of that? No- you're something else for letting yourself believe some dumb shit like that!" 

Rob's laugh is really starting to irk me. I can feel my face grow heated with anger as he let's out yet another one, and stands to his feet. 

"I don't, at all, think you're in love with me Jen..." he says as he slowly walks to where I sit on the couch across from him. "I said you care about me- and honestly, I have no idea why that gets you so upset."

I toss my phone on the couch beside me, and stand to my feet now, as well. "I don't fucking care about that Rob, so what! I'm a good fucking person sometimes, okay?!" I yell in frustration. 

Why is he trying to upset me? Why is he pushing my buttons? Haven't we moved past this?!

Rob gently reaches out to grasp both of my upper arms. "So why are you so mad, Jen!" he asks in almost a panic, though still with the ghost of a laugh hidden behind it. 

I break free of his light grasp, and shove him back as far as I can- which isn't very far at all. 

"Because your stupid ass really does fucking feel something about me!" The words find their way to my lips without any warning, even to myself. They don't even stop there though- once they start flowing, they don't stop. "That's not actually supposed to be a thing, Rob! Okay? I said it to fuck with you! To try to make you believe I could convince Dane of it, and have you killed if I wanted! You weren't supposed to actually feel it! Especially not after that night!" 

Rob's brows furrow in confusion for a moment, but he's quick to fix his face before responding. 

"If you've taken things this far- with this baby and everything?" he says, pausing for a moment to let out a small sigh. "-then what's the problem if I let you know now? What's so bad about telling you one more fucking secret for you to keep from Dane, like all the rest of yours?" he asks. 

I rack my mind for a response, but so many thoughts and voices run through it that it's almost impossible to string anything together. 

The clamor in my mind is short lived as I hear a familiar voice start to trump all others- the voice of my monster. It starts as a whisper, but progressively grows so loud that it almost hurts. The voice makes it's way to the podium in the forefront of my mind that all the voices fight for in the first place. 

I don't even try to stop it.