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

Chapter 86: Jenalyn

Wednesday, 4:02 A.M. EST

I need to text Harper soon, or she's going to wake Mama G up to send her hounds out for me. I need to get far away before she has a chance to do that. It doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon, though...

My face is cold against the hard floor of Dane's kitchen, but I can't help but be thankful he didn't push me as hard as I know he could've. I don't move.

"Get the fuck up off the floor, Jena!" Dane growls from the living room where he'd pushed me from in the first place.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the pregnancy that set him off. I told him that I'd just found out, but that I was a little over 20 weeks according to the levels of HCG in my blood.

And also that I was pretty certain he was the father.

He didn't react happily. He didn't bouce with joy and tell me he'd been waiting for this forever...

He was actually disgustingly calm about it until just a few minutes ago when he asked if I told 'the benefactors.'

I told him the truth about that. I told him that they're the ones that took me to the doctors, and that I told them I thought someone out there was the father, even though I knew it wasn't.

I climb to my feet, turning around to face him and trying desperately to keep tears from streaming down my cheeks.

"You told them that the teeny bopping bastard knocked you up?" Dane growls as he appraoches me with a quickness. I can't help but flinch when he makes it to me, though he doesn't even raise a hand. "-and then have the nerve to show up here, and what? Expect me to believe it's mine?!"

I'm trembling, but still manage to raise my eyes to him as I form a response. "I know it's not his, Dane..." I say, my voice close to a whisper solely because the fear won't allow it to go any higher. "I just told them that for Hayden's sake! That's why I'm here though! I wanted you to know!"

Dane's body is so hot with anger, I can practically feel it between the small distance separating us. His eyes glare hard into mine, but he doesn't say anything for a few seconds.

In an instant, he turns on his heel with a frustrated yell and storms back out into the living room.

I don't know what to do. I just stand tense with fear and confusion in the middle of his kitchen.

"Go the fuck back to California." he yells from the living room after a few seconds, filling the apartment with the sound of something being thrown against the wall. "Go back to your goddamned pop tarts, and have a fucking baby with the teenybopper! Get the fuck out!"

I'm still so confused, but I manage to carry myself out to the living room to see him throwing random items against his walls in anger. I haven't really given myself a lot of time to wonder how he'd react once I told him the news. This definitely isn't the reaction I would've thought...

"Get out?" I ask between the sounds of two different ashtrays shattering across the wall. "What... what do you mean 'get out?' I wanted to do the right thing!"

Dane quickly turns around to face me, his face red with anger. He holds a grinder in his hand now, and I can't help but tense up wondering if I'll be his next target.

"You think this is the right thing, Jena?" he growls as he slowly begins to approach me, tossing the grinder on the couch as he does. "See, this is the shit that blows my mind about you. You... are a stupid fucking girl."

My face grows hot with both embarrasment and fear. If I grow any more tense, I may break my own bones as a result of it. Somehow through all of this though, I manage to nod my head slowly just as he approaches me.

Dane places his hand on my shoulder, definitely a lot more gentle than I expected it to be. His face softens for only a moment as he then raises it to my face to gently stroke my cheek- only to twist it up into a smirk when I flinch.

"You know I just told you to leave, right?" he asks as he pulls his hand away from my face. "I told you get out, and you, with child, mind you... you sit here, and get offended thinking that staying is the right thing to do? Why is that, Jenalyn?"

I kind of wish I had more to go off of in my head right now. It's pretty silent up there for the most part, so I'm having a hard time finding words...

My automatic response it to tell him it's because I love him- and I do! But... that's not the reason that I 'feel like this is the right thing to do.' My feelings are based off of fear of what would happen if I didn't do this.

"I love you..." I say before I have a chance to let the truth slip from my lips. I try to sound confident, and erase the fear that probably drips from my words anyway.

Dane laughs, shifting his weight to the opposite leg as he rubs his temples and regains himself.

"I love you, too." he says after a moment, the tone in his voice a little... offputting. The look on his face seems amused, but there's still an anger behind it, and something that I can't quite put my finger on. The growl in his voice as he goes on though, explains exactly why it felt so off. "-but you know I don't give a goddamned fuck about that baby."