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

Chapter 87: Jenalyn

Wednesday, 4:34 A.M. EST

I can't stop the tense feeling in my body, even after Dane runs down to the truck to get something.

This whole thing has just been so... weird.

Between his demeanor after finding about about everything, to the way he just dropped the subject after informing me that he didn't give a fuck about this kid? I don't know where to place my head anymore.

Am I good? Was that it? Maybe Hayden really did change things between us...

The thought instantly brings Harper to the forefront of my mind, and how I was supposed to text her a little while ago.

I hurriedly grab my phone from my purse to be met with a string of texts, messages and even a missed call from her.

I don't even bother calling- I know I have to be quick.

Harper: ...? It's been
an hour. I understand
it's pretty late there
but I told you to let
me know before you
went to bed...
Harper: Hayden I'm
gonna give it 15 more
mins, then call you. If
you're asleep, sorry-
but you should've
told me 😕
Harper: Why aren't you
answering! I'd really
rather not have to be
the one to tell Mama
G, Hayden! That's all I
ask!!
Harper: Ugh I'll give 15
more minutes Hayden,
and I'm sorry but I'll
have to wake her up. I
told you I was worried,
why wouldn't you just
send a text to let me
you're okay if you're
not? 😩
Harper: I'm trying to
work with you..

I quickly check the time she sent her last messages to what time it is now- I have 5 minutes left before she's running off to report my absence.

Hayden: I'm sorry
Harper I fell asleep
with the phone under
my pillow and didn't hear
it

I type the message so fast I can't even bother with punctuation. I haven't heard Dane's truck door slam shut from the cracked window in his room, but I thought I just heard the front door click shut.

I quickly begin to text another message- one to let her know I'm going to bed so that I don't have to worry about sneaking texts for a while.

It's only 1:33 over there, and Mama G doesn't have anything scheduled for us until 11 A.M.- so I still have a lot of time to make sure Dane gets me out of the Bucks County area. I'd prefer most of it wasn't spent gambling Harper's silence based off of when Dane will let me on my phone...

While trying to press send, the familiar sound of the floorboard right outside of Dane's bedroom door creaking is quick to startle me into wondering whether or not I even got a chance to. I shove my phone back into my purse, and resume my position sitting on the edge of Dane's bed with my eyes glued to the TV, where he'd left me.

Shit. I hope I sent it- I felt my thumb hit my screen as I jumped in panic, but wasn't looking to see if it hit the right spot for the send button...

The bedroom door swings open, and Dane walks in carrying two or three different dufflebags before making his way to the desk beside his closet. I know the contents of those bags, and can't help a familiar excitement that Hayden has tried to surpress completely fill my body. I also can't help a couple of her voices that must've slipped through the cracks from trying to shove those feelings from my mind...

Dane drops two big ziplocks from each bag on to the desk besides him. He turns around to glance at me with a smirk, almost as if to expect me to ask for some, before resuming what he does over there without saying a word.

I should check to see if the text had sent, and send it if not- but I can't bring myself to do it in fear that he'll turn around and see me.

I just sit here with my eyes set on the TV, checking out his actions every couple of seconds or so in my peripherals.

Dane finishes what he's doing, and walks to the bed to sit beside me. He holds a blunt in his hand, and lights it in an instant still without saying a word.

"Come sit on it." he says sternly as he inhales, and then exhales a large cloud of smoke into my face. He holds the blunt in his mouth while he unbuttons his pants and pulls himself from them. "Make something about your presence worth it. I need to bust, and I'm sure your charity bin of a pussy could handle that for me, huh?"

I blush, but stand up anyway and easily slide my pants down my legs. As I stand back up from picking them up off of his floor, he hands me the blunt and turns my body until my back faces him.

"Smoke that, too." he demands, assisting me in lowering myself on top of him until his head sits right at my opening. "-the whole thing. Don't make me cum until it's gone."

I nod my head, putting the blunt to my lips just as I go to lower myself. I pause when I notice that something isn't right. Something about the taste of the smoke as it swirls my mouth just... doesn't feel right.

"What is this?" I ask, coughing up the smoke as if to try to regurgitate it. I fully stand up in panic, only to have Dane grasp my wrist and pull me back down without effort.

"I didn't ask you to speak, Jenalyn." Dane growls between his gritted teeth. "I gave you very simple instructions. Simple instructions you're going to want to follow if you like that pretty little face."

I position him beneath me, lowering myself slowly while I acclimate myself to how big he is. I know he's probably waiting for me to hit the blunt again, but I can't bring myself to do it...

This isn't just weed.

I can taste it while I inhale, and smell it while I exhale- this blunt is definitely laced with something. Something I'm sure could be dangerous to my baby, just knowing who Dane is.

"Smoke that." Dane says after a few moments of me slowly raising and lowering myself on top of his now solid dick. "If I have to tell you again, I'm going break your jaw and give you a reason not to smoke."

I put the blunt to my lips, inhaling just enough to keep it lit. The smoke fills my lungs still, sending a weightless feeling through my body as I exhale.

...woah...

That probably appealed to a surpressed part of me a little more than it should have.

Dane groans behind me. The satisfaction of both me riding him, and giving into whatever the hell he's getting me into right now is taking him into a state of mental and physical ecstasy.

I have to raise the blunt to my lips again to keep it lit. This time, the fight against taking a larger hit is easier- A part of me craves to feel the weightlessness again.

"Mmm you like that, don't you?" Dane asks, grasping my hips from behind to begin lowering me on top of him a little harder.

I can feel each stroke inside of me rush through my weightless body with a warmth that tickles the back of my neck.

I don't know if he's talking about the sex, or the blunt- but I nod my head either way.

I close my eyes in my own ecstasy as the weightlessness scoops me up off my feet, and takes me into the clouds.