Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 28: Hayden

Sunday, 2:34 P.M. EST

“Do it,” Dane says after a few moments of silence leaving me to stir on this Sierra chick.  “I cut you a bigger line. I know how much you love that heavy drip!”

I knew this is what he would do when I agreed to “be normal” in his truck. He’s going to pump me full of drugs because normally, that’s who I am. He’s not making me get this shady abortion, but he’s damned sure going to try to achieve the same results in a different way.

A way that I practically gave him permission to…

“Dane, please…” I find the strength to say despite the promise I made. “Can we please talk about this first?”

He shakes his head and snorts his line in a quick motion before returning his gaze to me.

I go on anyway. As much as I love the shit Dane gets ahold of, and much as I could use an escape right now? I can’t do this to my little girl again…

She was strong enough to pull through last time, but I can’t ensure she’d be strong enough to pull through it again. 

I’ve got to keep trying!

“S-Sierra isn’t me, Dane!” I muster the words. “You want her to be, but she’s not! But I am, and we could have a family together! I told you I would stay-”

I’m surprised he let me go on as long as I did, but he stops me. He interrupts me by laughing in my face as if I’d told a funny joke. 

“I can’t take any more of the theatrics!” he chuckles, swatting the air in front of him as if I were a gnat. “Is that really the ‘talent’ you’re being employed for out there? Acting? How many dicks did you have to suck for that?”

I feel my face grow hot with embarrassment, but not because his words hold any truth. Despite how horrible the world has become, I haven’t had to do that for a role or gig. 

“It’s not theatrics!” I cry, “I really think we could-”

He laughs, leaning back on his couch before eyeballing me with a look that makes my stomach turn. 

“Jenalyn, unlike the little boys you fuck with? I’m a grown ass man,” he says, his tone calm despite it underlying anger. “Do you think I don’t know how pregnancy works? Insemination… Implantation? The whole nine? Because I do! And I also know when my dick has been inside of you! And Jenalyn so help me God, if I have to tell you one more time that it’s not my fucking kid…”

He trails off for a minute, his face looking as if he’s resisting the urge to kill me. Instead, he lets out a quick laugh before sitting up and sighing. 

“Do the damned line, Jenalyn,” he demands, resting his forearms on his knees and clasping his hands together in front of him. 

I don’t know what to do anymore. My mind is so scrambled, I can’t form thoughts. 

“I love you…” my lips form the words as a last resort. 

For the next few moments, my heart jumps in my chest thinking it worked. He softens his expressing, cocking his head to the side before telling me he loves me too. 

In an instant though, he’s leaning over the table until his hand grips the hair on the back on my head. He slams my face into the coffee table beneath it before I can react. 

“Now do the goddamned line!”