Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 88: Evelyn

Sunday, 12:19 A.M. EST

“You need to push or something, Jen! Come on!” Rob says loudly, gently but sternly shaking Jena’s arm to try to wake her up a little more.

His voice is barely noticeable over the TV we had to turn on because when Jena does come to? She’s screaming in pain. This is a new apartment, but I know for a fact that at least two of Dane’s men stay on the same block.

I hope hope hope that neither of them have called him on some slick shit, trying to report something suspicious. Rob said this might take a while; Everything is working out so well with my plan right now that I can’t afford for Dane to head here earlier than he will after I call him.

I think Tyler fucking Robson bought my Hayden impression because even without me having sent him anything else, he’s apparently already headed to the airport. As soon as we pop this baby out, we can get Jena and the baby to Upper Ridge Hospital so Tyler can take it from there while Rob and I handle Dane.

“Jen, push damnitt!” Rob yells now, shaking her harder. “If the baby is alive, we need to get her out of there as quick as possible! C’mon Jen, please!”

We both know we shouldn’t have let her take those drugs;  We knew it would only make her nod out repeatedly, and that it’d prolong the time we had to spend getting the baby out. It was the only way we could get her phone and try to arrange her a way out of here though…

Rob had his hopes about the baby's survival. He was sure her body would do most of the work for her because it was just human nature. Honestly, for a little bit, I had my hopes too…

… But things aren't looking so bright now…

“Rob, maybe we should take her to the hospital now...” I offer, trying to avert my eyes from the bloody mess between Jena’s legs after Rob stands up for a breather. “We have no idea what we're doing, and she’s too friggen high to even push! We’re going to kill them both!“

Rob forcefully runs his hands through his hair, his face conflicted as he visibly racks his mind for his next move. “No, Ev! No!” he yells in exasperation. “If we don’t time this right, it’ll throw the whole plan off, okay? We need to break Dane before he finds out she’s in the hospital! It’s the only fucking way he won’t go after her! What was all of this for if we just take her now?! The police will be alerted because it's Hayden fucking Gold! Think Ev, think!”

He doesn’t leave any time for me to respond before he makes his way back over to Jena, who is seemingly starting to stir awake again.

“Isnot workin! It’snot working!! It’snot working!!!” She starts off as just a mumble, but progresses into a full-blown scream. “Give- gimmemore Rob... please!!”

Rob is shaking his head before she’s even through. “I don’t have any more, Jen... I need you to just work through it, okay?” he says, trying to sound calm despite the hectic energy that fills the room.

Both he and I both know he’s lying, but I’m sure Jena probably believes Rob followed through with his promise to shoot her up with the entirety of the contents in the syringe.

Jena isn’t happy about it but starts nodding off a little, saving us from the fit she would have thrown.

Rob stands up again, his face flustered as the panic seemingly all settles in at once. “What’re we going to fucking do?” he asks, more rhetorical than anything. “I think we need to call Dane, Ev... we were way in over our heads! He’s not going to let Jena die- and the baby? ... Honestly, we probably blew our chances at that a long time ago. We’re doing all of this based on hope, Ev... when did that ever get us anywhere?”

Part of me wants to agree with him, and just give up. My stomach is in my fucking throat right now, and if I was the reason Jenalyn died? I don’t know... I might not be able to live with that...

At the same time though, a part of me just can’t give up. 

Jena and I have been through way too much together for me not to make up for what I did to her and Rob. The only way to do it, whether or not she would realize it as of late, is to save her baby...

So I have to go off of this hope! 

“No, Rob…” I say, my voice weak though my emotion is strong. I rack my mind, grabbing my phone as I do so I can pull back up all the videos I looked up on delivering a baby at home. “We’re going to fucking do this, okay?... Now- I need you to like… stick your hand inside of her so we can... see what’s going on, I guess?”

Rob looks at me as if I’m crazy, just in time for Jena to stir awake again. 

Oh, joy! This is going to be a hoot. 

“Chop chop!” I tell Rob, unable to keep a ghost of a laugh from sneaking into my voice. “We got to get that baby out of there ASAP! Get up in there!”