Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 71: Evelyn

Four days later…
Monday, 11:49  A.M. EST

When I found out Rob had to drive me up the mountains to meet up with Dane, Jena, and Sierra for the weekend so Dane could finalize his deal with one of the resorts up here? I wasn't really ecstatic about it. 

Obviously, Rob and Jena haven’t been exactly fond of me since that whole failed infiltration Dane and I had pulled because of my... bad intel. 

I’m not going to lie- as time passed, I felt worse and worse about what I did. It didn’t just slip my conscious as if my relationship with Jena and Rob meant nothing…

As annoying as both of them are, individually and together, they’re both still... the closest thing to friends that I’ll probably ever have…

I tried to apologize to them both; Jena, after Dane had damn near killed her that same day I betrayed her, and Rob the following day when he had to drive me to a run over in Jersey. 

I understand why they won’t forgive me, but it doesn’t mean I'm not bothered that we can never be normal again…

“Try not to cause any unnecessary trouble, Ev,” Rob says snarkily as he puts his truck into park outside of the massive cabin. 

I don’t bother to respond. 

I wouldn’t call the trouble I caused unnecessary. I know for a fact that Rob and Jena, at one point or another, have fucked behind Dane’s back. Jena has told me in secrecy, a couple times, that she’s pretty sure it’s Rob’s baby. Not only that, but T lost his damned life to cover one of their secret fucking rendezvous.

Dane letting it be known that he could just pop up, with or without my assistance, was probably good for them! Maybe it’d help stray them from doing that stupid shit in the future! I mean- they literally could’ve died that day…

That fact alone is why I can’t bring myself to respond. What if I was the reason they were dead? What if I had to watch them die? 

All because I wanted a fix? 

It hasn’t been sitting with me well; Watching the life literally being drained from Jena kind of just… fucked with me. 

“Are you coming?” Rob asks through the open window to the truck I still sit in, zoning out. 

I snap out of it enough to nod my head, and hop out of his truck before mindlessly making my way toward the cabin. 

I used to like the cabin. Even when I was younger and afraid to come here because I knew it was appointments with rich men, and the pressure was on; It was always my favorite place to be. 

Since waking up from my overdose here, though? Feeling like my soul died in the OD, and that I was the shell of a person? 

I’ve lost that feeling. 

I’m completely prepared to be miserable. It’s a mood I’ve worn for a long time now, though trying to fight it. I don’t even care to fight it now... it just is what it is. 

I have no family. I lost my soul. I have no favorite place. I betrayed my only friends…

What can I do? 

My self loathing is interrupted when Rob and I walk into the massive entryway of the cabin. We walk into the cabin facing the living room where Jena sits turned away from us, riding Dane kind of ferociously considering the state he's claimed her to be in these past couple of days. 

She looks thinner. Her back, partially covered by her long curly hair, looks like she’s been starving herself again. That’s not usual for her to do; She’s had that problem since I met her-  I just assumed it wasn’t a thing anymore considering her baby or whatever…

Maybe it’s all the drugs Dane is pumping her full of? I lost a lot of weight too after I started going a little overboard.

Rob grabs my wrist, attempting to pull me back toward the front door in silence before kicking over a decorative vase and interrupting them anyway. 

I whip my wrist from his grip and turn back around to face them, already scarred enough from looking at them the first time for looking at them a second time to bother me. 

“If you know we’re headed up here, why screw in the living room?” I ask as I turn around, rolling my eyes with a sigh. 

These are simple things that could have been avoided. 

“Because Jenalyn is passed the fuck out in my bedroom. Who the fuck asked you? Do you pay bills?” Dane responds, practically throwing Jena off of himself to stand up and pull up his pants.

I’m thankful he turns around as he stands so I don’t have to worry about an image of my older brother burning into my memories too. Jena’s bare back? I can deal with. Not so much Dane’s dick. 

Wait... Jena is passed out in his room? 

It’s takes a few moments for my mind to process things. My eyes travel to “Jena’s” belly, only to find that it’s completely flat. I meet her eyes feeling as if I’m stupid.

That’s fucking Sierra! 

“Well, shit!” I hear Rob mumble beside me, followed by a small laugh as he assumingly realizes the same thing.

He looks over at me, an old familiar smile peeking through his face. I missed that. 

Rob was... a pain in the ass; But he was my pain the ass! He raised me more than Dane did, honestly... he was the bitch-boy sent in to babysit the little sis!

I make the motion of my mind being blown, letting out my own small laugh after. It feels like the first time in forever. 

I almost expect him to reject it; He hates me because of what I did, and I deserve that.

Instead, though… I get a subtle but familiar friendly nudge.