Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 75: Dane

Two days later…
Monday, 10:57 A.M. EST

How is that thing not dead yet? How the fuck isn’t Jenalyn dead yet? 

I know she’s been dosing more than I make her. I know she’s that resigned now to where I don’t even have to put in extra time to get it done. 

Does that stupid fucking part of me that always goes soft for that bitch feel a little bad every time I come home to find her zonked the fuck out, needle still in her arm?

Yeah, it does. There’s no point fucking denying that as much as it sparks an anger inside of that I’ll never be able to get rid of.

I’m not going back on this one though. No fucking way! I’ve already allowed myself to look stupid because of this dumb fucking bitch; I’m not doing that shit again.

“Ya, she’s still pregnant Dane. Like, what do ya want from me?” Ashle, one of my better behaved hoes from Atlantic City says, obnoxiously chewing her gum as she shrugs her shoulders. “Baby is still a thing.”

Ash had a couple kids before I picked her up and put her to work so I figured I’d bring her up here to do a soft examination. Jena hasn’t been sober or functionable enough to let me know what's going on herself. 

And I ain’t fucking checking. 

“What the fuck is going on then?” I sigh in frustration. That thing is still alive and kicking in there, and it’s not like I could up her dose or anything! She’d fucking die; That’s not what I’m aiming for. “-kids going to come out fucked in the head then? What the hell am I supposed to do?!”

Ash rolls her eyes, pulling Jena’s panties back up after Jena weakly attempts it herself and fails.

I’m glad she’s too high to comprehend what’s going on around her; I’m not trying to let her know that stupid fucking thing inside of her is still pushing through. 

“I don’t know, Dane! Probably!” Ash says after a moment of standing there in disbelief. “That’s real fucked up though! Just… take her to a fucking hospital! They’re not gonna let her keep the thing when they do a fucking blood test! It’s the same shit! What if she overdoses and dies? Then what? Come on, man!”

I shoot her a look warning her that she’s overstepping her boundaries. Thankfully for her, she doesn’t continue any further. 

That’s not the same thing at all... but I can’t let Jena die. 

She’s going to have to lay off my drugs a little. If the little shit won’t die inside of her, I’ll just wait for it to come out. 

“You’re going to deliver that thing,” I tell Ash after a few moments of frustrating contemplations. “You’re going to deliver it when the time comes, so you can make yourself comfortable down the road at the place my girls around here. Go tell Rob to drive you over.”

Ash doesn’t look too confident, but knows better than to say anything. She better use that damned phone she’s always so intent on having paid to research how to successfully deliver a baby without killing the mother. 

She’s scrambling out of the master bedroom as soon as she gathers the small bag she’d brought with her, shutting the door quietly behind her. 

Why couldn't Jena be like Ashle? Why’d she have to turn me into the monster I swore I would never be to her? 

I… didn’t want to have to kill the kid. The physical kid, outside of her. 

I threatened it, yes. I told Jena I’d do it right in front if her if she didn’t get it done before then! But that threat was honestly just a means of making sure it got done before that had to be my only option. 

The thing is... I’m going to do what I have to do, regardless of what I want to do. That’s a motto I built all of my success off of, and this can’t be a goddamned exception. 

She can no longer be an exception. 

Why the hell is she making me do this? Why did she have to do it in the first place? I do so goddamned much for her!

The direction my thoughts traveled gets my blood boiling in a fit of anger.

“Get up!” I yell suddenly, making my way over to where she lay on the bed and yanking her limp body off of it. 

She topples onto the floor, her body weakly resting up against the bed frame as she tries to process her surroundings. Her confused eyes find me after a few moments, and she mumbles something that probably wasn’t legible before instinctively turning back toward the nightstand I’ve been leaving the drugs for her out on. 

“Nuh uh uh!” I exclaim, making my way over there to snatch the empty syringe Ash had pulled from Jena’s arm earlier, and the baggie resting beside it. “You and your little parasite are being cut off! I can’t have you dying over this shit! For that, I would have done it myself!”

She looks upset, but she also looks like she has no fucking clue what’s going on. 

“Eyee... you… ijuswant…” she inaudibly mumbles as she tries to pull herself from the floor. 

She’s not able to.

“Don’t back sass me, Lil Bit.” I say just for shits and giggle considering I have no idea what the bitch just said. “You wanted to have your baby, didn’t you? Well here you fucking go.”