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Its not love (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED)Jenna Robinson is a young waitress finishing school. But one day she meets a guy named Tristan and her whole life changes. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 28, 2012    Reads: 742    Comments: 14    Likes: 3   

Chapter 33: Over? I think not

Before I went to my dad's house, I went to Lindsey's. If Tristan came looking for me, which I'm sure he will soon, I have to get Lindsey. That may be the first place he goes.

He could easily have another car there. He could easily be on his way right now.

I got out of the car and banged on Lindsey's door. She answered after a few knocks. Her eyes grew wide when she saw me. "Oh my god." She whispered.

"I know. I know. Me and Tristan had an "Ike and Tina" moment. I need you to get Alicia and Jonathan and bring them to my parent's home."

"Jenna, what the hell is going on?"

I shook my head. "Lindsey just please listen to me, I was just beaten almost to death and he raped me. I need you to listen. Please.

Get Alicia and Jonathan. We're going to my parent's home. He'll come for you when he finds out I'm here."

"He raped you?" She whispered.

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Lindsey, I need you to ignore it. Listen. Just please, get Alicia and Jonathan. Please." I begged.

Lindsey nodded and went to their room.

I gathered some clothes for them and placed them in the car.

Alicia and Jonathan were walking out with their shoes on and Lindsey came out with shoes and a robe on.

They all quickly got into the car and I drove out of the driveway back onto the road.

"Jenna, what exactly happened? Lindsey asked.

"I should have listened to you. To you and my dad. He hurt me bad, Lindsey. I couldn't take it. So I tried sneaking out but…….he found me and he started hitting me and I fought back and then he raped me on the living room floor."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because I recently just learned that he's batshit crazy." I floored the car.

"Jenna, what the hell are we going to do? He knows where your parents live. He knows that will be the first place you go or maybe the second."

"I know but I feel safer there than anywhere else." I sped up the car.

But I remembered Alicia and Jonathan were in the backseat so I slowed down a little. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Lindsey."

Lindsey looked at me. "For what?"

"Putting you in danger. Involving you and Alicia and Jonathan."

She shook her head.

"We'll go through this together."

"But still….I should've just listened. I should've just…." I shook my head.

"Jenna, you are basically my sister. I love you. We're going through this together."

I nodded.

I soon arrived at my parent's house and turned the car off. I looked in the backseat and Jonathan and Alicia were sleeping.

"You think we're safe here? You know he'll come for you. For us."

"He said he'll find me. And I know he will."

"He won't get you, Jenna. I won't let him get you. Okay?"

"It's not your fight." I whispered.

"It's our fight. Your parents and all."

I got out of the car and Lindsey got out of the car and woke up Lindsey and Jonathan.

I went up to the door and knocked.

My mom opened right away. "Jenna? What the hell…" My dad came to me and pulled me in the house.

"Lindsey's out there with Alicia and Jonathan."

"Where the fuck is he?" My dad asked. He went in the corner to get his shoes on.

"Probably at home. I don't know."

"Jenna, sweetie, let's get you cleaned up." My mom grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom.

I sat on top of the toilet as she took the peroxide out and cotton balls and cleaned up my scars and bruises.

I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand.

Lindsey came into the bathroom. "Shane just left."

My mom nodded. "Where are the kids?" She asked.

"Sleeping. On the couch in the living room."

Haley shook her head. "They can sleep in me and Shane's room tonight."

Lindsey smiled weakly. "Thank you, Mrs. Robinson." She turned and disappeared down the hall. Mom looked back to me. "Tell me what happened." She whispered.

She got down on her knees in front of me and placed her hands in mine.

"He hurt me, mama. He broke my arm. I had to get away. But when I tried the first time, he found me and we fought. And then he……"

I closed my eyes and sighed.

"He what?" She whispered.

"He raped me." I whispered back.

My mom looked like she was in pain. "I never wanted anything like this to happen to you. After what I went through, I promised myself that I wouldn't ever let anyone hurt you."

I shook my head.

"It's not your fault, mom. It was no one's fault but mine. I let this happen. That first day he hit me, I should have stayed away from him for good but I just couldn't. Because somehow, I have trained my brain to believe I couldn't live without him. But now…..I can't live with him."

"Shane will take care of it."

"I know he will."

My mom smiled slightly and stood on her feet. "Why don't you take a bath to relax you? You can sleep in your room. It's some towels in the cabinet."

I smiled. "Thank you, mom."

She nodded. "You welcome, honey." She walked out of the room and I closed the door. I rather take a shower. I kind of just wanted to go to sleep. I started the water up and took off my clothes and got in.

Some natural part of me will always be emotionally attached to Tristan. I already knew that of course.

Because he was my first everything. Well….not first kiss or boyfriend but everything else. I wanted to forget him but that would be impossible.

I didn't want to bring the prick to the police. I wanted him dead.

When I got out of the shower, I put on some panties and a big t shirt and crawled into bed.

Lindsey came in and looked at me. "You okay?"

I nod slowly.

"If I could have protected you from this, I would have, Jenna."

"I know. If I was smart, I would have been left. But something was keeping me with him. Some kind of hold. Never mind. It's just weird."

"Do you…..? You think you could be pregnant?" She whispered.

I shrugged.

"Maybe. That's what he wanted."

"Tomorrow we'll go pick up a pregnancy test."

"Okay." I whispered.

Lindsey smiled, got up, and closed the door as she left out.

I closed my eyes and all the images swam around in my head.

I soon fell asleep.

My dream was completely blank. Just plain darkness.

Then an echoing bang woke me up. I sat up, pulled the covers off of me and forced the door open. Lindsey was looking at me as she came out of my mom's room.

"Is my mom in there?" I whispered.

She shook her head.

I ran down stairs as fast as I could and ran to the room I heard the noise from.

I stopped where I was.

Tears immediately sprung into my eyes as I stared down at my mother. A huge bloody hole covered her left eye. Her lifeless body laid in a puddle of her blood.

I dropped to my knees and continued to stare at her.

Lindsey came downstairs and gasped. "Oh my…" She came over to me. "Jenna?" I couldn't look at anything else. What the hell was wrong with me? This was a fucking dream. My mother was not, could not be dead.

She was just comforting me four hours ago.

I heard the sound of a gun cock and I slowly looked up. Tristan was slowly walking towards me and Lindsey holding up the gun my dad gave me.

Lindsey stood up.

"Go upstairs." I whispered to her.

"Jenna, are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Go upstairs. I'm not going to say it again."

"Jenna, I'm…"

"Go the fuck upstairs before I kill you." I said as darkly as I could.

Lindsey ran up the stairs.

I crawled over to my mom's body and held her in my arms and closed my eyes. I did this while Tristan was pointing the gun at me.

"None of this had to happen." He said.

I kept my eyes closed still blocking him out as I rocked my mom in my arms back and forth.

"Jenna, I'm about to do something really fucked up. So listen to me."

I opened my eyes and looked down at my mom.

"Do what you want, Tristan. Personally, I don't give a fuck."

Lindsey's POV

I stayed in the hallway on the floor. I should be down there with her.

I swear to god if that bastard hurt her, I'll fucking kill him.

"Mom?" Alicia asked as she opened the door.

I shook my head and motioned her back in side. "Stay in here with your brother. If you hear a loud noise, lock the door." I whispered.

"Mommy, what's wrong?"

I kissed her forehead and sighed. "It's okay. It's all going to be okay, I promise."

I backed out of the room and closed the door.

I suddenly heard a gunshot. I jumped and covered my mouth. What the fuck?

I ran down the stairs and backed away as I saw Jenna lying on the floor bleeding out of her stomach.

Oh my fucking goodness.

Oh my god. I looked up at Tristan and he was staring down at Jenna.

"I loved her. I swear to god I loved her but……..shit happens." He whispered.

This bastard was insane. He looked up to me and pointed the gun to me.

I closed my eyes.

And boom…..another gunshot. The sound of a body dropping filled the room and I opened my eyes.

He was lying flat dead on the ground with a hole in the back of his head.

I looked to Shane who was slowly walking in the room and he stopped when he saw Haley and Jenna lying on the floor. Neither of them moving.

We both stood there in silence.

But eventually, when I could move again, I called 911.

I just didn't know rather or not….they'll be able to help.


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