Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 21: Dane

Saturday, 11:53 P.M. EST

I had to fucking drag her into this bedroom, and physically seat her down on the bed across from where this lump of douche lay knocked out in front of me. 

Why does this bitch have such a hard time listening?!

“Jenalyn, I am not going to fucking tell you again to shut up,” I say between my teeth. I reach for my backpack. “If I have to, I’m going to shut you up myself.”

She still cries, but her begging and pleading ceases, so I let it go. I lift my backpack to the bed to open it.

I can tell she’s fighting arguing with me. She’s so panicked she can’t breathe, but I don’t care. She had simple fucking directions; get rid of the bastard growing inside of her, or she’d have hell to pay.

Well, this is the hell to be paid.

“So…” I say after a few moments of allowing her to quiet down. I let a small sigh escape my lips. “Do you see how easy this was for me, Jena? For me to infiltrate your little fantasy life, and completely unknown by anybody except you?”

She cries some more, but nods her head. “I never said you couldn’t!” she goes to say. 

I cut her off though. “I don’t want to hear another word from you, Jenalyn,” I tell her with my voice stern. “I want to show you something.”

Tears still stream her face, but I continue to pull a long, sharp blade from my backpack anyway. I step toward the lump of douche.

“Noooo!” she wails as soon as she sees the blade. She tries to stand up, but I shush her again and remind her not to move. 

“I wanted to show you DJ,” I say after she settles herself down enough not to irk my nerves. I gently run my finger along the blade. “It stands for Dane Junior… because he’s sharp and effective. Just like me.”

I apply a little more force to my finger pressed against the blade, watching as a droplet of blood trickles down the length of it and splatters on my shoe.

She wails louder before blubbering something about not hurting him. I don’t mind seeing her so afraid right now because it’s exactly how I need her to feel. 

Desperate to keep me from hurting this fucking fool.

“This pop tart could wake up tomorrow like nothing ever happened…” I begin when the moment is right. I lower myself down on the edge of his bed with the blade teasing his bare chest. “He could wake up tomorrow like nothing happened; like he owns the goddamned world, thanks to the nut you let him bust before bed, I’m sure. That is, if you can bring yourself to follow directions for once.”

She nods her head in a panic. “Please!” she chokes. “What do you want from me?! Just leave him alone!”

I nod too, the satisfaction of her submission enough to let me lower the blade. It’s not going to last long; I know I’m in for a lot more of her bullshit tonight. Unless it comes to sex, of course. 

“You’re coming with me tonight,” I state after a few moments of tense silence between us. She shakes her head, her crying picking up again. “And we’re getting rid of that bastard in your belly.”

“No, no no no no!” she cries out before I even finish the sentence. She begins to hyperventilate. “I- I’m too far! And the Golds are expecting-”

She stops when she sees me raise the blade again. I wear a smile just to show her how much pleasure I’d get from her disobedience. 

“I also had expectations. You had no problem letting me down,” I tell her with a small laugh. “But that’s fine. Pop tart doesn’t need to wake up tomorrow like nothing happened… Or at all, for that matter.”

Jenalyn wails, but I’m not done yet.

“Oh, and you’d still have to come with me,” I add, shrugging my shoulders as I reposition myself closer to her boy toy. “I’ll carry you out of here kicking and screaming if I have to.”

“Daaaaane!” she cried out, clutching her hand to her chest as she tries to catch her breath. “I- I can’t go with you tonight! I have a pho- photoshoot tomorrow morning! People are ex- expecting me!”

I want to end this douche passed out beneath me so bad. Just rip my hand back and watch as Jena’s horrified eyes follow the trail of blood that I leave.

That’s not what I came here to do though. I came here to retrieve her without making a scene.