Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 87: Tyler

Saturday, 9:00  P.M. PST

I didn’t think it’d be good news when the ringtone I set for when Hayden texts me went off in my ear as I laid on my living room couch trying to indulge in some TV to distract myself. 

How could it be good news? She told me a few days ago that she didn’t think the baby was okay, that it’s all her fault, and that she no longer wants me to contact her…

The only thing I can think that happened is that she either went to see her asshole of an abusive ex-boyfriend, or relapsed.

And boy was I right; She wants me to fly out to Pennsylvania to meet her at some hospital because she relapsed. Part of me want to say fuck it; I love Hayden so fucking much, but how am I ever supposed to come to terms with this?! It was literally all just selfish fucking actions that got her there! Why should I go to be there for her when she clearly doesn’t give a fuck about me or how I feel?! 

But the majority of me knows I don’t need to come to terms with it. The part of my heart that she completely stole from me would never let me say “Fuck it.”

I have to go. 

I arranged a flight before I even texted her back, but found time to ask questions while packing a bag the best I could without knowing what I needed. 

I asked her if the baby was already gone again, but she didn’t respond. I tried to call, but no answer. I texted her again asking for more details and telling her about how my mind has automatically assumed the worst situation, and how worried I am... still no response. 

It makes me question again, why I am so quick to bend backwards for her when she doesn’t even care enough about me to at least ease the anxiety the rushes through my body. 

This is fucking crazy…

Yet, I still proceed to carry my bag downstairs to pack into my truck so I can head to the airport. On my way out the door, I can’t help but contemplate calling the Golds to let them know something is wrong, and that I’m going to investigate. 

Hayden said that she wanted to come home and that she needed help. I’m sure that’s something that needs to be arranged with them. I pull out my phone, dialing Mama G’s house phone number, but hesitating to press call.

If Hayden wanted to contact the Golds... wouldn’t she have done it by now?

What if this is a test? And that getting Mama G involved is a sure-fire way to fail it? The whole reason she ran off and gave all of this up in the first place was because Mama G was putting too much pressure on her…

Ugh.

But if I don’t call to let them know, I’m an asshole. I know they’ve been worried sick about her; We all have! By the time I get into my truck and start heading toward the highway though, I’ve resorted to holding off on getting in contact with anyone else.

If Hayden finally wants to come home, it’s best I don’t do anything to make her upset, right? And if this were a test... getting the whole Goldskateer clan involved might do just that.

I really hope I’m doing the right thing…

I just want Hayden and my baby to come home to be with me…

And if the babies aren’t okay? Or even if we’ve lost them already... Well, I guess I’ll have to cross that bridge when I get to it…