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

Chapter 43: Jenalyn

Wednesday, 9:25 P.M.

Rob took care of T while I was doing a  sweep of the house. I had to make sure there was nothing around that could conflict with the story I had to tell Dane to cover mine, Rob, and Ev's ass. To cover this baby's ass.

I couldn't be around for that...

I could hear as T yelled and screamed about how Dane would find out anyway. I heard when Rob had assumingly hit him again, to the point where he was no longer able to form legible words. 

I know that Rob doesn't have to rough me up like that to go along with the plan, but I still couldn't help myself from feeling queasy thinking about how I was next...

"I can't believe you're going to let this happen." Evelyn says as I find my way back to the living room. She sits on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest. "You know that if Dane doesn't find some loophole in this lie, that he's going to kill T, right? You know that, right?!"

I shake my head as if to shake her words away from ever meeting my ears. It doesn't work.

"Please Ev... don't be like this right now!" I plead weakly as I sit on the couch across from her. I bury my head in my hands. "I fucked up, okay? I don't like it either!"

I can hear Evelyn scoff. I only catch glimpse of her narrowed eyes, glued to me, once I'm able to peel my head away from my hands. 

"You're fucking Rob!!" she screams. "That's not just fucking up, that's fucking- it's ridiculous, Jena! And no one should have to deal with it but the both of you!"

I can feel a tear roll down the side of my face, and have to bite my lip to stop anymore from streaming down. I let her words sink in. Evelyn is a pint sized bitch sometimes, and she's definitely always had an attitude- even towards me! This though? I've never had her so furious with me to where she'd basically tell me I deserve to die!

A few moments pass as Evelyn waits for me to respond. I can't form words though- I don't even know if I want to. 

"I'm sorry," she says after a moment, though her previous anger still drips from her words. "I just... I fucking told you not to fuck with Rob, of all people! Now look what's about to happen because you did! You either need to fess up, or find a scapegoat! What are you going to do one day when there's no one else to take the fall for you guys? What're you going do if one day I'm the one in T's place, and it's my life, or your secrets?! You fucked up, Jena!"

Before I can even begin to think of what I could say to make any of this better for her, Rob's voice cuts through the air like a knife through butter. He pulls both of our attention to where he stands in the hallway cleaning a little blood from his knuckles.

"We uh... got to get this show on the road," he says, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Are you guys ready?"

Evelyn rolls her eyes, let's out a huff, and stands up to rush to the front door. "Have fun with that." she calls back before leaving, and slamming the front door shut behind her.  

Rob sighs, and waits for me to make my way over to him with a sense of reluctance. Once I'm there, he silently leads me to the same room where T now lay nodding out on the floor.

"I'm sorry I have to do this..." he mumbles as he shuts the door behind us, and gently shoves me until I stand against it.

I can't tell if I'm numb, or if there's just a glitch in my mind right now causing everything to just be... silent. Even calm. 

"It's fine," I say lowly, unable to say anything else. "Let's just... get this done."

Rob sighs, and goes to reach for my wrists. He grabs them only for a moment, squeezing them with little force before dropping them and sighing again. "I don't know what's too much," he says quickly, "I don't want to hurt you too bad..."

I grab onto the collar of my shirt in response, stretching it toward him as far as it'll reach. "So start with like... tearing my clothes?" I say with no emotion. "I don't know."

He nods, and grabs onto the collar. He yanks it, still with too little force to match what we need Dane to believe went down with T in this room tonight. 

Rob let's out a discouraged sigh now, running his hand through his hair frustratedly and taking a step back to try and maintain his posture. 

"I know I have to do this, but..." he starts to say, only to stop mid sentence and try to grab at my wrists again. He grabs them with more force than he did the first time, but honestly- I've been grabbed harder in the most gentle sex I've ever had. It's not enough. "I just can't do it!"

Though I feel relatively numb right now, I can start to feel anxiety creep up into my mind again as I start to doubt Rob's ability to follow through with his own plan.

Dane needs evidence. He's not just going to believe some stupid fucking story without evidence! He's proven to be a smarter man than that, right?

"You need to do it," I tell him as I grab his hand and place it back on the collar of my shirt. Using both of my arms to guide his, I rip my own shirt just to show him how little I care that this has got to be done if it means saving this baby, and our asses. "Just... get mad at me, or something? I don't know!" 

Rob smirks, but panic is quick to find his face again as he realizes even that isn't going to be enough to make him do it. "I'm not mad at you though..." he says after a moment. "I'm just... you're a pain in the ass, but I can't just-"

I cut him off before he can continue, fight or flight taking control of my body as I forcefully press my lips into his. I bite down hard enough to where he grabs onto my shoulders, and shoves me back with such force that the door almost breaks behind me. 

"What the hell!" he yells, his face scrunched up in confusion.

That is, until he sees the slick smile spread across my lips.