Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 73: Evelyn

Monday, 11:57 P.M. EST

I don’t even know what I’ve been doing up here all this time as Jena lay passed out on the other side of the bed, looking like she swallowed a basketball. 

A lot of self reflection, I guess. A lot of thinking about my life. That blunt I smoked with Sierra has me zoning out; It’s been almost two hours. 

Two hours of just sitting here. In silence. Thinking myself into waiting both anxiously and excitedly, anticipating and even dreading Jena waking up. If she even does before I have to slip out of here because Dane’s home. 

I want to talk to her. 

In the time I’ve sat here obsessively thinking about it though, and deciding that I would make it up to her somehow if it meant I could keep my best friend? Not once did I actually sit here and plan out what I’d say.

That’s why when she finally wakes up, pulling her eyes open to find me gawking at her like an idiot, the only thing I can think to say is “you must be fuuucked up, do you know how long you’ve been out?”

I don’t expect the reaction I get when the words slip out of my mouth, but after the fact I completely understand it. 

I’m an idiot! I’m a fucking idiot! 

I’m sorry! I should have started with with “I’m sorry!” but by the time I go to form the words, she’s finished rolling her eyes and is winding up to chew me out. 

“Get out, Ev,” is all she says though, her voice exhausted and raspy. She weakly turns herself over to face the wall, shutting me out.

My chest hurts. The same way it did the day that Dane choked her because of me. When he finally let her go, I ran up to her only for her use her last bit of energy to push me away... 

“I’m really sorry Jena...” I mumble, my cheeks turning red despite her not being able to see me. “I didn’t mean to-“

She interrupts me, turning around with more strength than it looks like she has to glare at me. “You literally almost got me, and my baby killed, Evelyn. You tried to set me and Rob up knowing I fucking hate him!” she snaps, her words acid. “Seriously, get the fuck out.”

I don’t know if she’s saying that for the sake of Dane having potentially installed cameras or microphones in the cabin because of what happened, or if she’s actually telling the truth- but I don’t care. 

My chest pangs painfully again. I know I deserve this, but it’s never what I wanted! I wasn’t thinking when I did that! I just... I don’t know! I was so mad at her for what she did to T! He wasn’t the best guy in the world under any circumstances, but he didn’t deserve to die the way he did! I was hurt!

“I want to fix this!” I say in unison with the thoughts running through my head. “I’m going to make it up to you, Jena! You don’t have to believe me, but I will!”

Jena rolls her eyes and sighs weakly. “Just… leave me alone, Ev,” she says, seemingly too weak to argue with me like usual. “Leave me, and everything involving me, alone. I don’t need your help.”

A few moments pass, and I try desperately to find the right thing to say though nothing will come to mind. 

After a while Jena grows impatient with my lack of ability to follow direction and leave, so she just goes about as if I were invisible anyway. 

She pulls her body from the mattress until she can sit herself up enough to swing her legs off the bed. Her body looks as if it could collapse at any moment as she slowly makes her way to the bathroom; I want to offer my help, but I know she’ll just deny it. 

She’s... not doing all that great though. She probably could use my help, even if she doesn’t want it. 

“Let me help you!” I call out as her stilt-like legs wobble through the bathroom door. She looks like she's about to topple over.

What the fuck is Dane giving her? 

She slams the door to the best of her ability, which is awfully weak. Her point is made though; She doesn’t want me around.

I contemplate leaving her alone, if anything, to try to get on her good side again. I’m sure she’ll be annoyed to see me still sitting here when she gets out. It’ll only make her more mad at me.

But I can’t move. 

I’m still sitting here when she stumbles from the bathroom. I know her well enough to know she’s frustrated, and even better to know she’s too weak to portray her annoyance in any way. 

“I’m sorry...” I mumble, knowing damned well she’s going to ignore that too. 

She slowly makes her way back over to the far side of the bed, snatching a baggie from the nightstand beside her before rolling her eyes and turning to me. 

“If you’re just going to fucking sit there, at least make yourself useful and get me a syringe,” she says with as much attitude as her weakened state will allow.

I can sense reluctance behind her words and know that she probably only asked me because she forgot to grab one herself on the way back from the bathroom. She didn’t want to have to ask me for anything.

“But the baby-“ I try to say. Jena cuts me off with another eye roll. 

“It’s either she dies, or becomes another fucking prostitot like you,” she says coldly, narrowing her swollen eyes at me. “Maybe I could get lucky and die with her.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes, but thankfully she doesn’t see me. When she does though, I’m shaking my head. 

I’m not going to grab a syringe for her to shoot up with because she’s given up; That’d be supporting her decision. 

And I don’t. Not anymore. 

I’m going to help her save that baby…