Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 53: Dane

Monday, 3:01 P.M. EST

Jahleel’s jaw cracks beneath my fist, but I don’t have time to finish the job. 

“Where’s Evelyn?!” I growl, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him up until he’s eye level with me. 

He weakly points down a hallway, so I drop him and storm down it, kicking open every door I pass until I find her.

She’s in the back bedroom, passed out on a dirty fucking mattress with no goddamned pants on. 

God damnitt, Evelyn!

I got a call from one of Jahleel’s friends, another customer, informing me that they think Evelyn overdosed on heroin and that Jahleel was just brushing it the fuck off. 

I didn’t want to leave Jenalyn and Sierra alone for as long as this trip entailed, but Jahleel’s inability to be a grown fucking man kind of impeded that, now didn’t it?!

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Jahleel!” I yell at the top of my lungs, flipping Evelyn over and checking her heart rate. 

I’m sure that fucking shit-for-brains-motherfucker heard me. If he were smart, he’d run. And I’d allow it! Because I have other shit I need to fucking take care of right now.

Evelyn’s breathing is slow and shallow, her lips and fingertips blue and cold. I’ve seen too much of this shit to feel anything about it besides frustration. 

And that’s just because now I have to deal with this shit. Not because she’s my little fucking sister. 

“Evelyn, wake the fuck up before I beat your face in!” I say loudly into her face, only waiting for a response for a moment before I let her fall back onto the bed so I can rub her sternum with my knuckles.

I know it’s pointless; She’s not waking up. Evelyn has been on some shit ever since I had to take T out for fucking with Jena. She’s a tiny fucking thing, but shoots up like she’s a grown fucking man. 

“What the fuck, Ev!” I yell in frustration, pulling the Narcan syringe I’d grabbed from my duffel out of my pocket and popping the top off. 

I don’t need to be dealing with this shit right now; I really fucking don’t. If Evelyn wants to shack up with some fucking junkie that doesn’t give a fuck about her, I should let her!

If she wants to fucking overdose? Shit! I should let her do that too! 

A few moments pass with me frozen in place, contemplating whether I want to fucking save this dumb ass girl or damn her to fucking hell.

I shove the needle in her thigh, injecting the Narcan before letting out a series of yells I only let out to relieve myself of the anger that boils through my veins.

I should’ve chose to save her, I think to myself, but after a few moments I can slowly start to see the life come back into her. 

“Welcome back to Hell,” I tell her though I know she’s still too dumbed out to process it. I should have been administering mouth-to-mouth while waiting for the Narcan to kick in so she could at least get some oxygen to the brain- but let’s be real here. I don't give a fuck. “We almost lost you there for a fucking second! Hell wouldn’t be the same without you, kid.”