Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 93: Dane

Sunday, 9:31 A.M. EST

“Are they still in there?” I ask Evelyn through the phone, cutting off a Septa bus as I pull into Creekside.

She answers quickly, telling me that she hasn’t left the bench across the street from Rob’s apartment, and that Jena should still be in there or she’d have seen her leave. 

Why does part of me hope Evelyn is too fucking stupid to stake out an apartment for a couple of hours, and that Jena simply went over there because she was impatient for her fix, and left only minutes after Ev had called me in the first place?

Because then you wouldn’t have to kill her, a voice responds to my own question with a tone that drips with fury. 

It’s not wrong. 

I’ve had my pistol sitting on my lap since about 50 miles back, and that was before speaking to Evelyn again to find that Jena has supposedly been in there for hours. 

There’s no reason she should be in there at all, let alone for fucking hours. I’d have to fucking kill her! I don’t want to, but God dammit I would fucking have to!  

“I’m pulling up to his apartment in a second; You can go home now,” I say between a clenched jaw after a few moments.

Evelyn is starting to sound a little anxious on the other end of the phone, but I can barely process anything she’s saying. I can’t stop vivid images of Jena fucking Rob, or Rob fucking Jena from swarming through my mind. I’m just... I’m not fucking prepared to see or deal with this shit! 

I’ve never fucking felt this way about anything before. If I didn’t know myself well enough to know that fear isn’t even a concept in my head? I’d say I’m almost fucking scared!

The thought only makes me more angry. 

“W- what are you going to do, Dane?” I hear Evelyn’s voice break through the clamor distracting my mind. 

I can’t bring myself to physically say that I’m going to kill them both; I’m still trying to fucking come to terms with it in my head although my finger is already on the trigger.  

“Go the fuck home, Ev!” I spit into the phone before ending the call and turning into Rob’s apartment parking lot. I see her scramble from the bench across the street as soon as she recognizes my truck, phone still to her ear. Fucking idiot must not have processed that I’ve already hung up. 

I pull into the parking spot closest to the apartment building door, hesitating before I can make myself exit my vehicle. I tell myself it’s because I need a cigarette, and light one to further the evidence, but deep down past my anger, I know that’s not the case. 

I... don’t want to do this. 

I know for a fact, that if I walk into that apartment to find any evidence that these assholes have been fucking behind my back? I’ll fucking shoot them both, right there on the fucking spot. 

Even if I don’t find any evidence of these assholes fucking- I’m still going to fucking kill them! Jena, for sneaking over here in the first place when she knows how I feel about her and Rob. And Rob, for fucking allowing it! 

I smoked that cigarette faster than I’m ready to admit to myself, but my anger is not a dumb man; He knows it’s time to go. He’s waited long enough to handle this business, and forces me out of my truck wielding my pistol before I can have any more thoughts about it. 

I don’t remember my trek up the stairs leading to Rob’s apartment, but I do come to long enough to remember to use the spare I have on my key ring instead of busting down his front door. Despite busting it down being a more aggressive option, using the key is quieter and gives them less of a chance to react to my sudden arrival. 

I don’t stay present long after opening the front door to find that, aside from the anchorman flapping his lips on Rob’s livingroom TV screen, I’m alone out here. 

I want to be glad that I’m not present; The fact that they’re assumingly in Rob’s bedroom is enough for me to recognize that I’ve been bamboozled this whole time, and that I now have to kill them. 

I don’t want to be here for that. 

No angry blood rushing through my veins, despite how much I just love that feeling, is worth being here for everything that’s about to go down after this moment. 

I... love Jenalyn… 

And Rob has been the closest thing I’ll ever have to a friend…

Having to see what I’m expecting to see when I walk into his bedroom? And then watching my anger take them both out? I don’t even fight him threatening me with a blackout; He can have this all for himself.

Rob’s bedroom door is locked. My anger stands in the hallway, just for a moment, but long enough to hear a muffled sound and squeaky bed that fills him with enough rage to break the door down in one forceful kick. 

His pistol is pointed right toward the center of Rob’s room where he knows the squeaky bed sits before the remnants of the door even crash to the floor. 

All he needs to see is the back of her curly blonde hair covered head. She’s turning around, startled, as she tries to stop the motion of her riding a shirtless man beneath her.

My anger pulls the trigger before she has the chance to face him. He pulls it just once because he knows he’s accurate, but he’s already itching for that second shot to end them both. 

Just like that... Jena drops, covering my anger’s shot on the motherfucker beneath her. I don’t mean to come to when my anger has a moment where he needs to think, but he doesn’t think; He just does, and leaves the thinking to me.

I had no choice but to grab the reins... and to  see Jena lying there on top of Rob, the life so visibly absent from her body. 

Rob is yelling, but I can’t even hear him. I just watch as he struggles to shove Jena’s lifeless, and now slippery with blood body off from on top of him. 

I... killed Jena. 

My heart is in my throat; It’s hard to breath. 

The pistol falls to the floor with a loud clunk, and everything in my vision except Jena suddenly darkens.

I killed Jena…

I… I don’t know what to do. My head can’t process this!

“I- I’m sorry...” I mumble uncontrollably, my hands shaking. No- my entire body is shaking. This is not fucking good... what did I do?! 

No, what did she do? My anger tries to rip the reins back from my hands, forcing me to shakily bend down to pick up the pistol back up. What did Rob do?! 

He wants to take Rob out too. He needs to, and now that Rob has managed to crawl halfway from beneath Jena’s body? He has the perfect shot. 

But Jenalyn is dead... and I killed her. I can barely fucking focus on anything else besides that. 

No matter how furious my anger is, the little piece of my heart left that, somehow, belongs fully to Jena?

The feeling of it breaking is just... more than my anger.