Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 61: Hayden

Monday, 9:01 P.M. EST

The ride hasn’t been as weird as I thought it would be after cumming a few times and climbing off of Rob to actually take a moment to think about things.

Is Rob mad at me for not calling the Golds,  and getting the hell out of here? Yeah, but it’s nothing that a few busts couldn’t fix. So we’ve just been chilling... listening to the radio and doing what we got to do to make this work. 

The first step was stopping at a gas station to clean up a little. It took us a little while to get here. Luckily, it’s a little mom and pop place that nobody seems to know exists, and that is just too old-fashioned to consider the idea of installing cameras. 

I wait in the car while Rob finds out their bathroom situation. Both fortunately and unfortunately, it's one of those crappy bathrooms that sit on the outside of the establishment. Fortunate because that means he can just bring me the key, and I don’t have to worry about being seen by mom or pop. But unfortunate because... I’m sure it’s nasty in there. 

“Hey, uhm- If you’re sticking around, I guess you got to… take this so Dane doesn’t flip out...” he says reluctantly, handing me what I immediately recognize as Xanax before rolling his eyes. “He told me give them to you before we left, to kind of... I dont know-stop you from doing anything stupid? But... yeah. He’ll know if you didn’t take it.”

He hands me the key to the bathroom next and then widens the car door to help me out of it. 

“Why’d you bring it if you were so hell bent on my escape?” I ask as the question passes my mind.

Rob rolls his eyes again, his face growing slightly flushed before a small smile spreads across his lips. “I know you like to play with fire...” he admits. “I can strongly advise- but I know you. You do what you want. And though I have no idea why... you want to be here.”

I nod my head, easily able to accept his answer because I feel like that's a concept the rest of the world should get on board with too. I do what I, and the many parts making me up, want to do. I, or anybody else may not realize it, but that’s just how those parts of my mind work. I can’t help it; Everything they want is urgent because they need to feel like they’re the strongest, most powerful one up there. 

“Only take half of that until we’re closer to the cabin!” Rob calls out after me as I make my way toward the bathroom. “You were supposed to take a couple, so the effects need to be strong by the time he gets there!”

I nod again, ignoring both him and the wet pile that just made its way to my panties. 

The bathroom is as disgusting as I’d imagined. It has the interior you could only imagine this old woman thought was adorable when it's really just… too much.  

I wash the entire Xanax down with the rest of the water bottle Rob had brought me from Dane’s house when we left. Tired and dopey isn’t a hard role to play when you’re a pregnant woman who, at this time, is starting to get a little tired and dopey. 

I’m sure Dane will just shove coke up my nose when he gets there anyway. 

Cleaning myself up is when the guilt about what I did starts to hit me. Rob isn’t in front of me and my head can’t somehow justify it anymore. Surprisingly, it’s not Dane I’m having these feelings of guilt regarding- it’s Ty. 

I bet if I called him when I was back in those woods, he would have had me home in no time. I would have had to tell him the truth about Dane in explanation for my current physical state, and the truth about Rob just because he was a factor in getting me home in the first place- and Ty still would’ve been there, ready to try to help me pick up the pieces that I have continuously been breaking. 

I finish cleaning up, careful not to go overboard in case Dane gets suspicious as to why I’m too clean. Once I’m done, I reach into my bra and pull out the flip phone, turning it on and waiting for the messages I’m sure Ty sent me after my abrupt disappearance to populate my screen. 

Ty: Look, I’m sorry. It’s
just hard pretending I
haven't already fallen 
head over heels for you, 
ok? You can't blame me
for wanting you and
my daughter here with
me
Ty: Hey Jenalyn, whats
up? Just got done work
for the day, thought I’d see
what my biggest fan was
doing? 😘

I was honestly expecting more messages, but I’m kind of thankful he got his shit together and reverted back to Hayden-never-existed-and-ruined-us role. 

I quickly type a message back, knowing I only have so long in here before Rob comes knocking, complaining about how we already wasted too much time in the woods.

Me: Nothing much! Going
camping with my friend
Evelyn… excited and not,
at the same time!.
Me: Service may be rough
from here on out 😣 I’m
going to have to listen 
to some Gen Z to get by!

That’s all I can send before three gentle taps on the door startle me into turning off the phone and shoving it back down my bra.

“You good?” Rob calls out from outside the door.

I nod, realizing how silly it was before clearing my throat and letting him know I’d be right out. I brush off my clothes, do and once over in the crappy mirror, and make my way over to the door. I open it to find him waiting for me.

“All good!” I say more excited than I feel. Rob looks at me skeptically for a moment before nodding his head, and signaling for me to head back to the car.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asks as if he has the time to change it at this point.

I nod my head, expected by but much to the dismay of Rob.

“Alright, well… let’s do this then,” he says, trying to do it in an enthusiastic way but failing miserably.

Yeah… let’s do this, I guess…