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

Chapter 65: Hayden

Sunday, 11:35 A.M.

"So... pregnant, huh?" Frank asks, looking over his shoulder to eyeball me as he leads me down the long hallways branching out from the first floor. "Are you with the baby daddy?"

I try not to let my jaw drop as I question whether or not I should take offense to his question. "Uhm- yeah!" I say, trying to keep my voice light and unoffended. "That's actually who I'm waiting for..."

Frank nods slowly, leading me around a corner with unpainted walls and a concrete floor. "Ah- that's really nice," he turns back to smile at me. "I can't wait to meet him! Maybe show him around! Will he be here soon?"

I smile in return, though I once again find myself wanting to question whether or not I should feel offended by the things he's saying. First, by assuming I'm just some sleazy pregnant girl who doesn't know, or can't stay with the father. And now, by basically inviting himself to meet my boyfriend!

"He uh... actually hasn't answered. So... sorry!" I say, trying to unfurrow my brows. "I'll probably just have to catch an Uber... or call my mom or something."

Frank nods again, his pace slowing once we start to approach a nicer looking area with actual walls and floors. Two large oak doors sit centered in the hallway, and Frank opens them with no hesitation.

"Here we are!" he says, spreading his arms and slowly spinning around a wood-paneled, old styled library. "There's still some work to do in the interior design aspect- but we've finished the construction for the most part today."

I scan the room, noticing the bookshelf-lined walls, and ladders leading to balconies- and fall in love right away. There's even a huge bay window facing the back side of the house where the valley hides. It's everything my inner Belle, from 'Beauty and the Beast' could imagine!

"Wow!" I say in amazement, "This library really has everything!"

I walk over to a large wooden table, running my fingers along the polished wood.

Frank says something about having found it in another room- but I'm suddenly unable to hear him.

I come to a realization that makes my stomach hurt again. This room has everything... except other workers.

Jena must be cackling, but I'm still not convinced.

"Are the other guys at lunch or something?" I ask before I really have a chance to think about it. Frank furrows his brows in confusion. "Huh?" he asks immediately, only to widen both his eyes and mouth momentarily before letting out a loud laugh. "Oh! Yeah! Yeah, they are!" he says.

You really are stupid! Jena sneers, loud as day and in the front of my mind.

Frank approaches me, slowly but with a purpose- his laugh fading off until it's only a few small chuckles. "I can see if someone is lingering around this... big ole house if you're really that worried about it...?" he says once he reaches me- only to move slightly too close for my liking.

You really are just so fucking stupid! Jena says again.

I laugh more nervously than I'd like to. I shake my head, searching my bag for my phone. "No- ...I just wanted to see you guys in action or something!" I blurt.

I pull my phone out, unlocking it quickly, and disappointed to see that I don't have a single missed notification.

Slightly panicked to see that nobody has even checked in on me...

I pull up my messages, only to have Frank fills in the little distance left between us to gently lower my phone.

"Hey! Hey!" he says with a tone in his voice that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand straight. "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? I just want to show you around!"

Another nervous laugh escapes my lips as I try to calm the anxiety attack threatening my body. "I know!" I say, trying to keep my voice from matching my nervous laugh. "My ride is here though, so-"

"I didn't see any missed notifications from the last time you'd said nobody was coming," Frank says matter of factly, raising my phone back up to our faces to point to the screen with his eyes.

I don't know what to respond- I don't know what to do other than stand here with my jaw dropped, allowing him to slide my phone from my hands and place it on the table beside us.

So everything does have to be so shitty, I hear Jena say smugly in my mind over a storm threatening to brew in the background.

What a surprise that is. Jena was right all along... and I really am just stupid!

Stupid to think that being Hayden could change anything about the shitty people that surround me on this Earth.

Stupid not to listen to Jena when I had the chance- and leave this guy up in that attic to wish I was dumb.

Stupid for showing him how weak I am by letting him take my phone away like that.

But most of all? Stupid for letting Jena take control of my mind now- after I've already created a recipe for disaster.