Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 94: Rob

Sunday, 9:43 A.M. EST

It’s easy to act like I didn’t see this coming; The shock of having anyone’s hot blood covering your body is enough to induce the state of panic needed to play this off. 

“What the hell, Dane!” I yell, pushing Sierra’s lifeless body the rest of the way off of me and ignoring the guilt that threatens me inside while I do. 

I never cared for Sierra, but I’m a decent enough person to at least admit… she didn’t deserve that. 

It was just... the only way…

I know he thinks this is Jena beside me. That’s what I needed him to think to follow through with the rest of Ev’s plan. 

It was fucked up. It’s fucked the fuck up, but I think it’s working…

Dane just stands there, his gun still pointed at me though it’s very clear he can’t bring himself to do anything but apologize repeatedly because he thinks he actually killed Jena. 

Evelyn was right... it broke him. 

I’ve never seen him like this before, and I’ve seen Dane through a lot of fucking shit. I think this may be enough for him to leave Jena be when he finds out she “left.” 

My hopes are high as far as our plan to get Jena out of here goes, but the task now, which was never even discussed in all of Evelyn’s planning, is making sure he doesn’t fucking pull that trigger on me too. 

Without indicating, in any way, that this was a setup... 

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal when she was coming onto me!” I quickly muster, sure to follow up before he processes my statement under the assumption that Jena is lying there next to me. “-She’s not Jenalyn! She’s just another fucking whore you picked up! I didn’t think-“

I don’t need to continue, so I let myself trail off as I watch Dane’s brows slightly furrow before he turns to face Sierra’s body. 

I can tell he’s not fully processing everything going on around him, but after a few moments he lowers his gun, so it must be enough. I cautiously pull myself from my mattress. 

“You... thought this was Jenalyn?” I ask, still cautious as I find my pants and pull them up my waist. He won’t peel his eyes from Sierra’s body; I know he’s probably still in shock. “Holy shit Dane, you think- ...no! No, Dane! How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not fucking Jen! You- you killed Sierra!”

Dane still can’t take his eyes from the body, but I do see him let out what I assume could only be a sigh of relief. “Where’s Jenalyn?” he asks, sounding more as if it were a statement. 

I can hear in his voice, even knowing now that it wasn’t Jenalyn he just shot dead in the head, that the experience itself has taken quite a number on him. 

Exactly what Evelyn said we needed. 

But here goes nothing; The big reveal. Was all of this for nothing? 

The point of Ev’s plan was to deter Dane from wanting to go after Jena when he finds out that she’s gone. 

“I- in the apartment where you left her I assume!” I exclaim after too long of a silence. Dane is already turning around to leave the room, but I know I still have an act to keep up. “You fucking killed Sierra, dude! What the fuck!”

Dane turns around to face the bloody mess he’d left me standing in, the look on his face unfamiliar even to me. His eyes fall onto Sierra’s oddly sprawled body. He winces, almost as if he can’t get the image of it being Jenalyn to leave his mind. 

It’s perfect; I think Evelyn really pulled through with this one! He’s fucking traumatized!

“Oh... yeah,” he says, his tone flat and with little emotion. “Well... I hope you came first, at least.”