The following day…
Saturday, 10:23 P.M. EST
“Something is wrong! Jena is bawling in pain on the floor, she thinks the baby is coming!” I don’t mean to, but I’m screaming into my phone in panic.
I came here to check on Jena; Rob was going to later, but I came early because I had this feeling in my stomach that she might need something…
She needs something, alright! A fucking hospital!
“Why? What’s going on? Why does it have to be the baby; Let me talk to her,” Rob says over the speakerphone, a lot more calm than I’d imagine him to be after everything that’s been going on with this whole baby thing.
Jena cries out in pain again, screaming something about a fix before she just falters off into long wails.
“She can’t talk right now, Rob! Just... what do I do?!” I scream, panicking more as Jena’s cries become louder. “She won’t let me call anyone! She said to call you! So… help?!”
I know I should call an ambulance. We need to get her out of here and to the friggen hospital! She said she’s not even due for another 7 or 8 weeks, for fuck's sake!
I can’t bring myself to do it though... Jena said that Dane warned her about calling emergency contacts. I can’t shake this feeling that it wasn’t an empty threat; Dane is close with the forces around here because they’re big clients. I’m sure they’re wrapped tight around his finger.
Calling Dane is obviously not an option. He’ll just get Ashle over here to get the baby out so he can kill it. We’re not letting that happen!
“You want me to fucking deliver a baby, Evelyn? Come on! I don’t know what to fucking do!” Robs voice comes in over the speakerphone again, only now growing a little panicked. “Call the goddamned-“
Jena’s loud cries interrupt. “Do not call anybody, will you fucking listen to me!” she screams. “Tell Rob to bring me my goddamned fix! I know he has it! I’m not fucking doing this!”
I’m speechless... I wasn't expecting to be around for this! I don’t know what the fuck to do! Rob isn’t going to want to bring her drugs; He’s going to say it’ll be horrible for the baby, but I get where Jena is coming from.
I mean, period cramps are bad! I can’t imagine labor…
“Jen, listen to me!” Rob says over the phone, saving me from having to figure out my head enough to form words myself. “Shooting up will only make this harder! You need to be able to push, and-“
She isn’t having it. Despite her visible pain, she pulls herself from the bed to approach me and snatch my phone from my hands.
“Until you’re going through this, Rob? Don’t tell me what I am and am not going to take for this fucking pain!” she snaps, “You’re so worried about this baby, Rob; Worry about me! She’s gone, okay?! I can feel it! McKaiden is already fucking gone! Now bring me my shit!”
She practically throws the phone back at me before climbing up onto the bed and resuming her fetal position.
Rob is going off about something when I put the phone back to my ear, but I hear nothing other than that he’s on his way over, and for both of us to calm down.
There’s not a chance in Hell that either of us are going to be able to calm down.
Are we really going to sit here and try to deliver a freaking baby? None of us know a damned thing about this! And the baby is early?
This is impossible! This is dangerous!
I know Jena said the baby is dead, but I still have my hopes. After this though? Who knows if it’ll survive! We don’t have the fucking equipment you need to save one of those tiny babies!
We’re fucked.
I- I need to fix this…
Jenalyn isn’t going to die; I won’t allow that! But if there is any chance that I can still save that fucking baby? I have to do it.
I can tell she still doesn’t forgive me for what I did. Rob doesn’t either; He just tolerates me because I could give him information on Jenalyn when Dane was keeping her locked up in his room for days at a time.
This... could fix it all.
Jena can have her baby. If it needs medical attention because of the stupidity it had to endure in there? We can get it all taken care of if we can get it back to the Golds!
I can be the hero I need to be, and maybe she’ll actually take me with her this time when she runs off to Hayden’s perfect life!
“Jena, Rob is on his way…” I whisper behind Jena’s loud cries. I clear my throat and try again more loudly. “Rob’s on his way... we’re going to fix this for you! Can I see the phone you have? The secret one?”
Jenalyn shoots me with a nasty look, almost as if my presence is the worst thing she could be going through right now. It hurts my chest, but I know I can make this better for her!
She’ll just have to wait and see…
“I don’t need your fucking help, Evelyn!” she says between her teeth, gritted in pain. “I need Rob to bring me something strong enough to where I can get this over with and go back to ignoring you!”
Ugh... I don’t expect this to be easy…
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Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]
General FictionJenalyn was supposed to come out of inpatient as a new person; She was supposed to come out as Hayden. Not only does her life depended on it, but Iife of her unborn baby girl too. It's her only shot at giving her a good life. Nothing is that simple...
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