Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 98: Dane

Sunday, 12:58 P.M. EST

The part of me still traumatized because of what I was convinced I did to her wants to walk out. 

She’s not even awake.

She must have known I’d show up here. They had to sedate her after some crazy talk about how her babies aren’t safe because there are, or will be, evil people in this hospital. 

Jena knows a lot of evil, but the only evil she knows would come seeking out the bastard I banned her from bringing onto this earth, is me. 

Well... at this point, my anger, because I’m... spent. 

I just want her to go away so I can go away…

But my anger? He’s got business he needs to take care of first, whether that stupid fucking piece of my heart that she owns has anything to say or feel about it. 

I pull my knife from my pocket, needing to get this over with. 

I... I wish these fucking babies were crying or something so I could let my anger take me away for the moments it’d take to end them. I fucking despise crying kids... it’s the most annoying fucking shit. 

But Ericsson told me they’re barely surviving as is when he delivered them both into Jena’s room like I’d demanded from him. In their withdrawing from the crazy fucking drugs I forced into them through Jena, they don’t even have the energy to cry. 

They should have just died while they were in there so I wouldn’t have to stand here fucking doing this shit after the goddamned day I had. 

I focus my attention on the bigger of the two tiny babies. Ericsson said this one took in a hell of a lot of the poison I was forcing into her veins. This is the one she was so fucking hell-bent on defying me to save. After everything I’ve done and fucking do for her! 

I raise my blade to the infants wrinkly throat, knowing damned well all I have to do is pull the plugs supporting this thing to take it out. 

That wouldn’t hurt her though. That wouldn’t give me the satisfaction of knowing she’ll hurt like she hurts me. And most of all, she could wake up from her sedation, and after the cover-up I already informed Ericsson he’d have to perform? Not even know it was me who took these babies from her. 

I’m trying to push the blade, but something isn’t letting me. It’s not because I’m weak... It’s not because I’m fucking weak! I don’t give a fucking shit about these fucking bastards! I’d be doing them a favor taking them the fuck away from her! 

It’s because something about the smaller of the two babies is quick to catch my attention. So much so, that I instantly retract the knife from the other one to investigate. 

There’s a birthmark on the little one’s stomach that looks oddly familiar to me. I just...  I don’t know where from; I can’t put my finger on it.

Well, that makes this interesting. You can tell it's the hereditary kind of birthmark, too... so I must know whoever pumped these bastards inside of her. 

I’ve definitely seen this mark before...

I bring my blade to the little one now, except on this one's belly where the large, bell shaped birthmark sits. I rack my mind for where I’ve seen it before- but nothing.

I know I’ve seen this before, multiple fucking times too! Was she fucking somebody close to me?!

I gently push the blade into the infant’s belly, just enough to break the soft skin of the birthmark. A small pool of blood forms around my blade as I slowly and carefully pull the knife down.

She fucked these kids up bad; The thing isn't even waking up for this! 

I’m ready to get it over with and just shove this blade into this birth marked bastard before moving back to the other, but a sudden thought floods my mind and I end up pulling the blade away before anything gets too bad.

Maybe I should wait until I can recall where I’ve seen this birthmark before so that I know just how fucking angry I should be…? Shit, I could just make it a family thing and take this bastard out whenever I find the other half that made her!

“Saved by the bell!” I find it in myself to snicker at the infant as I grab one of the baby blankets and cover the fresh wound. I glance over to the bigger baby again, noting that it’s missing the same bell shaped birthmark that just temporarily saved her sister.

“Unfortunately for you..” I say, returning my attention back to the bigger bastard. “I can’t say the same thing...”