Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 82: Dane

Thursday, 10:07  P.M. EST

She’s not doing well, but she could be dead. That’s how we’re going to look at it.

This bitch can never say I don’t love her; I wouldn’t do the shit I’ve been doing for her since I came up here for my own fucking mother!

She’s managed to vomit everywhere, while knocked out cold. I don’t get it- but I will show Haines a little mercy when I kill him for his last-minute decision to turn her on her side. She could have died in a pile of her own fucking vomit, which wouldn’t surprise me if that was what took her out any other time because of her silly fucking eating games. 

But not today. And not in my doing. 

That’s not all- She had herself a little accident. She pissed all over my fucking sheets, which I’m not going to blame her for considering her current condition, but damn!

I got the bitch in a nice fucking bath; Not too hot, but not fucking freezing either. I cleaned everything while she was in there. I didn’t fucking bitch or nothing- and believe me… I wanted to fucking bitch. 

It’s a shame I have to kill her fucking baby because I think I might be getting a little good at the boyfriend thing this bitch wants from me!

Haha, yeah fucking right; We see where that got us. 

“Wha happeneda me?” Jena slurs as I carry her back to the bedroom, pulling me from the weird places my mind keeps fucking taking me to after almost losing this bitch today. 

I place her on the small love seat sitting across from the TV. I have to switch mattresses with one from the room downstairs; Sierra can sleep with this smelly shit. 

“You were stupid and getting into my drugs,” I tell her, sitting beside her though being level with her really just... digs at something inside me. “You got yourself reeeal sick there, Lil bit.”

I can’t help it; Almost losing her today did something to me. I hope to fucking God it isn’t permanent, but for right now? I don’t fight it. 

I lift the robe I had wrapped around her up her arms, and pull it shut so that I don’t have to look at that stupid fucking bulge in her belly and regret wanting her alive. 

She offers no assistance. I honestly don’t know if she’s able to, so I don’t bother getting frustrated when the robe slips right back down her frail shoulders. 

“Overdosed?” she mumbles in question, her eyes fluttering as if she could fall back into that lifeless sleep at any second. 

I shake my head, only to remember that she’s not looking at me. “Eh... more like a serious underdose?” I say after a second, shrugging my shoulders slightly before lighting myself a cigarette. 

Jenalyn let’s out a small, weak chuckle. At least that’s what I think it was? “Underdose...” she repeats with another one. 

Yeah, it was meant to be a chuckle. 

“-sothen... Igotta dose, orrrr...” she’s continuing, though faltering off for a moment before trying to get her shit together. She opens her eyes the best she can and turns to me with furrowed brows. “C’mon... dose me.”

She weakly extends her arm to me, using her other to pat her vein before all of her strength seemingly dissipates and she goes limp all over again. “C’monnn...” she mumbles as her eyes flutter shut again. 

I had a feeling she was going to ask to dose; Any junkie withdrawing does. I prepared for it too, because I’ve dealt with junkies before. Shit, it’s a decent percentage of the goddamned business I run!

“I’ll give you a little bit... after you eat something. But we’re weening you off, Lil Bit,” I say before she falls too deep into her weakened mind to stay conscious. I let out a stupid laugh at my dumb use of words. She doesn’t return it. “You were seizing up pretty bad all day... the drugs are no bueno; Not for you at least. Not if those are your withdrawals, baby girl. We almost lost you!”

Jena doesn't verbally respond for a few moments, but her brows do furrow before she’s able to muster something up. 

“You.. youdidntake me.. hospital?” she mutters, brows still furrowed. “Ishe dead? I... I killher yet?”

I know Jena’s been kind of “on board” with this whole parasite removal thing since listening in on her conversation with Evelyn where Jena told her she’d rather kill it than for the thing to turn out like Evelyn. 

Ouch. 

I feel her though, because that’s exactly what’d be going down; Everybody works. That’s why my business is so damned successful. 

She’s probably not going to be too happy to hear that her apparent plan to end the thing herself was unsuccessful. 

“As far as we all know, it’s still in there kicking.” I say, deciding that keeping it a secret would be pointless anymore.

Jena’s face immediately turns up in disgust, though her eyes remain closed. “You shoulda… let... me die...”