Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 63: Dane

Friday, 12:45 A.M. EST

I keep trying to imagine a scenario where I would be okay letting this bitch have her kid because it was too stubborn to just fucking terminate in utero, and it'd be the end of her if I had to physically kill the thing myself once she spits it out.

She'd probably be in that fucking zombie mode she switches in and out of because her head would be a fucking mess after that- and as great as it would be to never hear her fucking mouth again, even the parts of me that hate her the most can't do it.

I should have expected that kid to be able to withstand the drugs; Look who it's fucking mother is. The little shit is probably happy as a clam in there, eating up all my goddamned money in drugs.

Nope, this shits not happening. I'm not fucking dealing with a goddamned kid; Not even for her.

I know I told this bitch she could keep it if the thing made it through the drug storm I've been putting it through, but let's be fucking real here; Jena is no fucking mother.

She's not equipped for motherhood! That fucking bitch is way too selfish! And stupid! God, she's so goddamned stupid! I don't need another selfish, stupid fucking child running around my life complicating everything!

I'm going to have to up her doses... up her doses and mix it up a little more.

I'm so off in my head right now, I don't realize Evelyn standing expectantly on the other side of the kitchen island waiting for me to give her the fix to keep her withdrawals at bay.

"You talking to Jena yet?" I ask, pulling my mind from the abyss and trying to focus on retrieving my duffel from the kitchen counter on the other side of the room.

Ev shrugs her shoulders, her attitude changing the moment I bring Jena's name up. It's been this way since she overdosed. "Not really," she says with little interest or emotion.

I rip open my duffel and take out the specified dose I put aside for Ev, handing it to her and letting her know where to get the rest of the supplies.

"What'd she do while I was gone?" I ask, mindlessly zipping up the bag and returning it to its original spot. I pull a cigarette from my pocket and light it up without hesitation.

"Dunno," she says flatly, ripping open the drawer I directed her to and taking out a needle and band. "I said I wasn't talking to her, didn't I?"

Her attitude, as usual, irks my nerves. I wait for her to make her way back into the kitchen before I yank her dose from her hands and shove her until her back hits the fridge."Fix that attitude, Ev. I'll send you right back to the very cell in hell I ripped you out of," I growl.

Evelyn rolls her eyes, squirming off of the fridge and letting out a loud huff. "I wish you would!" she snaps, still kind of flat despite the apparent anger on her face. "I really don't give a fuck, Dane."

I want to break her fucking jaw, but why give this twisted little bitch the satisfaction? If keeping her here, doing what I do is punishment enough- so be it!

"I'm going to chalk your fucking attitude up to the fact that you're my little sister, and anger must run in our veins. I take pride in how strong the Scarman blood really is." I say, dangling her dose back out in front of her, just out of arm's reach. She goes to reach for it, but I pull it away with a small laugh. "-But you're going to have to start working for your shit again, Lazarus. If you can't go on runs? I guess you'll be... babysitting, we'll say."

Evelyn rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "You want me to spy on Jena?" she asks, though it definitely comes off as more of a statement. "How original. Yeah, sure, let's do it."

Her attitude is triggering, but my self control must be amazing.

I throw her dose at her, watching as it pegs her right above her left eye and topples to the floor. It leaves her both shocked and reaching for her face in pain.

"What the fuck, dick head!" she cries out for a moment before scrambling to grab it and brushing off the pain.

"Get out of my fucking face," I say as unimpressed as her demeanor since she OD'd and got a thousand times bitchier. "And tell Jena to get down here."

Evelyn rolls her eyes but doesn't hesitate to leave the kitchen and head upstairs to retrieve Jena for me.

"You could have asked without all the extra bullshit!" Evelyn calls out as she stomps miserably up the stairs. "I'm over her fucking crap. I don't care anymore- so don't take your stupid frustration on me!"