Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

28. Don't smile

This story is adapted from the original story 'Don't Go' by emjaywrites. This is just an adaptation! All rights belong to the original owner.

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Lisa Pranpriya stared at the plank of wood separating her from her and the child. Jennie wished to be alone. She did not wish for her to have any contact with the child.

She thought she would harm her.

Though it was an accurate conclusion to make, all she'd done was hurt her. She knew nothing other than Lisa's hand against her in anger, or boredom, or whatever reason she'd concocted.

It was senseless, Lisa knew that now. But what she knew now, held no bearings on what she'd done. And that, was why hindsight was 20/20.

With a sigh, she left the wing, going to the bedroom she'd kept Jennie locked in. As of late, Lisa wished to feel her stern touch against her flesh.

Lisa yearned for the helplessness she brought upon her the freedom Jennie wrought when she wreaked havoc on her body.

But she didn't ask her. She couldn't.

She wanted to. She wanted to... to beg her to sink her teeth into her flesh, and make her feel.

Something other than this self-loathing that came along with the knowledge of your own inadequacies, and failures.

But she knew she would turn her away. She had to initiate it, or it was little more the domineering hand she'd always used against her, hurting her more.

She didn't wish to hurt her more. So she stayed silent. She roamed the halls, still as they were. The servants stayed silent as she passed, hushed, in fear, in awe.

Maybe both.

Convinced patience was necessary in this case, she was waiting in the drawing room. She would have stayed there too.

If it wasn't for Jennie's scream.

Fate is a cruel personage. She rushed up there, thinking something was wrong.

What she saw was beyond wrong. The man she'd chased away, laughing with the woman, with the child.

Her woman. Her child.

They looked like a little family.

And that hot, sickly, sticky feeling rose in her belly once more at the sight.

The man was determined to take her away.

"You really have a death wish," Lisa murmured

Everyone in the room went quiet, all eyes on her.

"Coming back here, and so soon. Did you even prepare to fight? Or only to die?"

Immediately, Jennie realized what would happen. Kai would die. Her child would be scarred for life, she would be scarred for life.

"Lisa, please. He made his mistake. Why don't we walk around the grounds, while he leaves."

Lisa turned her gaze to her. "You were smiling at him. Laughing, and smiling. You don't know, but you trust the child around him. And am I nothing to you," She irrationally carried on, her voice rising. "Am I nothing at all in your eyes?"

She swallows. The truth?

She was something. She was something important to her. She was dead. She was her captive. Se was her boundaries. She was her limits, she was the devil on her shoulder, she was the mocking voice in her head, she was her nightmare. 

But none of that had ever, or would ever provoke a smile in her.

"Please, let's just go."

But it couldn't work that way. Not again. Not after seeing his persistence. Not after seeing Jennie's eagerness,

Drawing the gun she always kept on her, she shoved it toward him. Jennie fathered the child, turning his head, burying him in her chest.

"Please! Not in front of my baby! Not in front of my baby!"

She paused. She'd made her cry again.

"Fine," She put away the gun. "You want him to live?"

She nodded. "Tell me what I have to do. Just tell me, I'll do it."

She was tempted to tell her to take her again. To the world where she felt so much, it was warm.

But it wouldn't be the same, she didn't think if she made her. Coerced her.

She had a coldness about her when she did what she was told.

"Do not see this mad again. Do that, and I spare his life. For the second time."

She swallowed. "Yes. Yes of course."

"And Jennie? Do not smile at him. I don't ever want you to smile at him again."

I don't want to feel that feeling anymore, is what she meant.

She nodded, scurrying away, to hide her child. That couldn't be all she wanted. She knew that much.

She was not a woman who cared for what people had. She took and emptied. She didn't have consideration.

So she would appease her, and turn her away from her.