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

Chapter 92: Jenalyn

Wednesday, 8:13 A.M. EST

"Did you really take more?!" I hear rip through the sparkling silence that's filled my head, literally since I snuck out of Dane's apartment building.

I didn't even know I was awake, to be honest... this stuff is good.

"-Jenalyn, you've got to be fucking kidding me!" the silence is inturrupted again.

I kind of forgot it was Rob in the driver's seat, and not Dane. I turn my head, feeling like everything is in slow motion until I find him sitting white knuckled at the steering wheel. A sour look is spread across his face.

"I stolsom too!" I slur, my voice raspy with dehydration. I still manage to laugh- everything is so funny though I can't even begin to find the reason why. "Dane's gonkillme!"

Rob glances over to where I sit slumped in the passenger seat, his eyes narrowed in anger like everyone else in the fucking world. "You're gonna kill your fucking self, Jen! And my baby!" he says frustratedly, motioning to where I sit in his passenger seat. "You've been puking fucking toxic waste since we got in the goddamned car!"

Everything suddenly feels wet. My shirt, my lap, the seat beneath me... it's wet and cold. It's uncomfortable! How is anything uncomfortable when I feel like this?

I look down to see vomit all over the place. Literally, there's vomit on me, on the dashboard, on the seat and the floor where I sit...

Gross.

"I'll cleanit," I mumble as I start to feel the nausea that probably caused all of that surface in my belly again.

Rob must hear something indicating what my body threatens, because I feel him whip the car off onto the side of the road in a heartbeat.

"Out the fucking window, Jen!" he yells, rolling down my window a little too late. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

There's nothing left in my stomach to throw up, based off of the bitter taste of acid that fills my mouth after the first heave.

"Umsorrrry!" I groan as I catch my breath. I clench my eyes shut, desperate to go back to feeling the sparkles I felt before I'd come to.

I can hear Rob sigh beside me, but don't even bother to pay him any mind.

He'll get over it.

"I need to get you to a God damned hospital, Jen." he says after a minute, veering back into traffic after realizing I was done throwing up. He's trying not to yell, but I can hear nothing but frustration in his voice. "That's my baby girl in there, too! You selfish fucking cunt!"

Jeez.

Maybe he needs some of this shit, too.

It's a harsh reality to come to terms with- but we lost. We were always bound to lose, so we need to just deal with it.

"Yoon't think he'll fineme and kill it anyway?" I laugh, struggling to peel my eyes open, but loving it. The movement of the vehicle mixed with this high... I feel like I'm soaring through the sparkles.

Rob sighs, still frustratedly before he let's out a yell. Not saying anything, just... a yell.

I think he's silent for quite a few moments, but I may have just tuned him out. I don't know. When he breaks the silence though, he comes through a little more calm, but urgent.

"Give me your phone, Jenalyn." he says, holding out his hand, palm up. "Is your passcode still the same shit?"

I'm not doing anything. I don't want to move anymore, I don't want to think anymore, I don't want to do anything except sit passenger while I continue to soar through the sparkles.

"Geddit yourself." I say with a shortness I can only attribute to impatience.

I just want him to stop bothering me.

I hear movement. Movement I don't care about- but still notice over the steady hum of the car speeding down the hallway. Rob murmers beside me, angrily, of course, though every once in a while I can hear a certain sadness strike his voice. I'm glad I can't feel bad about any of this right now.

Not about him, not about the baby, not about Dane, not even about the Golds, or Tyler...

I don't care about anything except this high, and maintaining it for as long as I possibly can before I have to face reality- just like Dane wanted.

I don't care. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care!

I'm not sure how long I nod out for, but I wake up when Rob sloppily parks his car at some crappy hotel I don't recognize even after I can process my surroundings.

He jumps out of his truck, leaving me in it to nod in and out repeatedly until the nausea comes back.

I try to make my way to the window, but I'm just too weak to make it and end up, once again, just vomitting on myself.

Rob comes back and immediately begins to bitch about the puke. I mean- I don't blame him! This is like... pretty gross. There's no denying that!

But bitching and complaining literally isn't going to do shit.

"I got you a room," he says after a few moments of pointlessly bitching about the vomit that's inevitably going to be in his car either way. "Your people are already on their way. Were you really fucking trying to run from them, Jena?! Are you really that fucking stupid in the head?!"

He doesn't wait for me to answer before the sound of him yanking both my suitcase, and my purse from the truck and out onto the pavement fills my ears.

I still don't move.

What the hell does this asshole think he's doing. I wish I could pay more attention to his words so I can put him in his place about the way he's acting.

I only hear him... but I'm unable to actually listen.

He rips open the passenger side door now, immediately going to lift me out of the truck.

"C'monnnn, stoppppp!" I groan as he pulls me from the seat and out into the open sunlight of the untinted world.

But nothing I say matters anymore... he carries me into some room anyway, dragging in my belongings behind him.

"I'm not staying," he says, rushing as he places me onto the bed and places my phone on the pillow beside my head. "-but you are. I doubt you're even fucking able to, but do not leave, Jena. Please... just- let this happen. It's for the better..."