Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 22: Hayden

Sunday, 12:04 A.M. EST

The moment he pulls a small gun from the same bag he’d pulled the knife from, I know I have no choice. 

“I’ll go with you tomorrow… after the shoot!” I cry, choking as I to catch my breath. Everything happening right now is too much to handle. My cheeks sting from the continuous stream of tears running down them, I can’t breathe through my hyperventilation, I can’t even think! “I have to go to this photoshoot tomorrow, but I’ll figure out a way to leave after! I promise!”

Dane looks disappointed, as if me agreeing to go with him and stopping him from pulling the trigger wasn’t what he wanted.

“That better not be an excuse for you to try to go pull some funny business with this asshole,” he says, still holding the pistol pointed directly at Ty’s temple.”Because I’m really itching to pull this trigger. I'll hunt you both down in California if need be.”

I feel like I could throw up. I don’t want him to hurt my baby! But I can’t let him hurt Ty either.

“It’s not!” I cry out, my body feeling faint from all the nerves and anxiety running through it.  “I’ll tell my mom I’m visiting my family or something! Just p-please Dane! L-leave him alone!”

My head hurts so bad. It feels like my brain is trying to push my eyeballs right from my skull! Is my head exploding? Am I exploding?

“I had a feeling you’d come around to following directions tonight,” Dane says after a second. He makes his way to the other side of Ty’s bed; the space between his and mine. “I can’t say that I’m not a little disappointed… but you’ll fuck up again. This won’t be my last opportunity to get this guy.”

I can’t stop crying, but I know it'll only keep him annoyed so I try.

“W-we could have a baby girl, Dane…” I mumble as soon as I can catch my breath. “Me and you! I- I’ll bring her to see you all the time!”

He reaches his hand out, letting out a small sigh when I flinch. Instead of striking me though, he places his hands on both of my cheeks. “I don’t want to have a baby with you, Jena. And I’m sure that it’s not mine.” he says, stroking them. 

“Please…” I whisper. I can tell I’m losing not only energy, but also hope.

He shakes his head, going off about how I should have listened to him in the first place. He sums it up by pulling me from the bed to turn me around.

No… I don’t want to do this with him right now. I can’t do this with him right now!

“Ugh, Lil Bit,” he says from behind me, shoving my back down with force until I’m bent over the bed. “I’m not going to lie to you; I don’t fuck pregnant women. It freaks me out a little.”

He throws my robe to the side, scoffing at my lack of panties beneath it before setting his head right at my opening. “But damn, I missed you,” he says between gritted teeth as he works his way inside of me. 

I’d scream if I could, his size always too much to handle without lubrication. 

I can’t do anything though, my mind is slipping away from me. And the last thing I can think about before it’s gone is how thankful I am for it.