Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 46: Hayden

Monday, 10:32 A.M. EST

I spent most of the morning texting Ty. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t stop myself. Maybe it was the slight role-play he had started- pretending to be Ty Robson actually interested in talking to some girl he saw at a concert.

It was like Hayden and Ty... were never a thing. It gave me mixed feelings, but for this situation I find myself in since Dane unexpectedly showed up? 

The right feelings. 

Hayden and Ty can’t be a thing anymore… but maybe Jenalyn and Ty can.

Secretly, of course.

Hell, had Gage played his cards a little different, and this could’ve been us.

He... fell in love with a girl from Philly that he accidently met after a concert. And after getting to know him a little bit, I found that I kind of fell in love with him too.

The thought is sour in my head. I’m a little hurt by how he’s responding to all of this, though I don’t want to admit it to myself. I’m not saying that Gage had anything to do with me continuing to talk to Ty... but I’m not saying he didn’t.

I finally had to turn off and put the phone away when I heard the front door to Dane’s apartment click shut. It didn’t sound loud or forceful enough to be Dane, but I still rushed back over to the pile of pillows I’d woken up on and pretended to be asleep.

It’s only been a few minutes since whoever came in had clicked the front door shut, but I can hear them start to make their way over towards the room where I stay.

Whoever it is must know I’m in here.

The locks on the outside of the door click, and I hear whoever is out there slowly pull it open. 

“Jena? ...wake up, it’s just me!” a small voice calls out. It’s Evelyn’s voice.

I take a few moments to turn over and face her because I know I’m a beaten and broken bloody mess, and I never liked letting her see me like this.

I guess both of us get to see each other in ways we never wanted to though. That’s just the way it is. 

“Evelyn, what the hell have you been on?” I roll over scolding, watching her flinch when she sees the wounds on my face. I’m glad to see her, but can’t ignore the fact that she’s been using some hard drugs. “You were high as a kite in that car yesterday! What did I tell you about-"

Ev scoffs, interrupting me before I can finish. 

“Jena, you’re really not in a position to scold me right now, are you?” she asks with an eye-roll. It’s very... un-Evelyn-like, and so obviously fueled by withdrawals. “I told you he would kill you! You never listen-“ 

I don’t let her finish, already frustrated enough by her words for the happiness I felt seeing her to disappear. I pull myself from the floor, ignoring the pain it causes on what feels like every part of my body so that she doesn’t see me flinch. 

“I’m not dead, Ev.” I say matter-of-factly. I flatten my brows at her before making my way over to the door where she still stands. “Now what’re you doing here? Are you going to let me out, or what?”

She rolls her eyes again, but doesn’t bother to say anything further about who fucked up worse. 

“I uh-... I just came by to grab something. Rob said you were here, so I figured I’d say hi..” she responds. “I’m not really allowed to let you out... you know that. But-“ 

She pauses to lower her voice into a whisper before continuing almost reluctantly.

“Rob wanted me to tell you we’re working on something...” she continues. “-Well… he is.”

My brows furrow, and I can’t help but shoot Evelyn a look of offense. “He is?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and shifting my weight to the opposite leg. “-you’re not going to help me save my baby, Ev?” 

She grows tense and uncomfortable; I can tell she’s having a hard time forming a response. I know that she’s been pretty mad at me about this pregnancy... about this Rob thing... about this T thing… about this Hayden thing. 

That doesn’t mean she’s got to turn against me all of a sudden! In all the bullshit she’s put me though- I’ve never done that to her! 

“Jena I just don’t want to get involved in anymore of these shenanigans,” Evelyn says after a moment, her voice uncertain as she reluctantly goes on. “I’m really sorry. But Jenalyn, I told you this would turn out bad...”