Author's Note: Hey guys. Last chapter. Thank you all for reading. There are character pictures for my next story up if any of you are interested. I was going to have a different ending for this but i knew you all would be mad.
I sat by Jenna's side day after day after day.
She had been in a coma for three months now.
Her hair's grown longer, duller.
Her weight has stayed the same.
This girl is the only reason I've been crying for the last few months.
I flicked on the small TV and flicked through the channels.
I heard a little movement and I looked over at Jenna.
She slowly opened her eyes. A shiver of excitement ran through me. I got up and sat on her on the bed.
"Jenna." I whispered.
She looked confused for a second as she looked around. "Where…….?"
"The hospital. Tristan shot you in your stomach. You almost died."
Her eyes grew wide. "What? Tristan?"
"Yeah. Tristan. Tristan Niles. Your psycho ex-husband."
"Tristan," She muttered and sighed softly. "Where is he?" She asked.
"Shane killed him." I responded.
She slowly nodded. She looked distant.
"Your dad is at home. He sends roses every single day. Carl, Nate and Sean sent cards and shit like that. They really seem to care about you."
"How is he doing? My dad."
"He is messed up, Jen. Really. A lot."
"What about my mom?" She muttered. I stared at her. Did she not know? No she did, she was holding her mom in her arms.
"She's dead, Jenna." I said.
Jenna shook her head as her eyes watered. "I know. I was hoping it was all a bad dream."
"Jenna, I'm so sorry. Want me to call your dad to come up here?"
She slowly nodded.
I called Shane and he sounded dull over the phone.
"Yes. She woke up a few minutes ago."
"Alright. I'm on my way."
I felt tired and kind of weak.
My dad soon walked through the door. He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Hi, baby."
I smiled weakly at him. "Daddy."
"I'll leave you both alone. I'll call Sean and Nate and Carl. They'll be happy to hear you're awake."
I nodded as Lindsey walked out and closed the door.
"Dad, I'm so sorry about mom. I'm-" He shook his head.
"Don't you dare blame yourself. You scared me, Jenna. When I saw you and your mom covered in blood on the floor. That was the worst thing I ever seen in my life and I've seen a lot of fucked up shit in my life."
"How are you doing?" I asked sitting up.
He shrugged. "I'm just…..me, I guess. I want to tell you something though, Jenna. I will never get married to anyone else. Nobody else does it for me but Haley. She was always the one I loved. I don't even see anyone else."
"Dad, she'd want you to be happy. If you're alone, you'll just feel even worse than you already do."
He nodded, tears coming to his eyes. "My wife and my unborn child. Dead. Dead because of that fucker. And that fucker is dead because of me." He whispered.
"Will you be okay?" I asked.
He smiled and nodded.
"You're here, Jenna. I'm fine as long as you're still here. You know that."
I smiled and he grabbed my hand and smiled back.
Soon, Sean, Nate and Carl came in and my dad went home.
"Jesus, Robinson, you scared the shit out of me." Sean said hugging me.
"Sorry." I whispered.
"Nice to have you back, Miss Jenna." Nate said. His eyes looked into mine and I smiled.
"So, you okay?" Carl asked sitting in the chair beside the bed.
"You guys aren't mad at me?" I asked.
Sean shrugged. "Niles did some fucked up things to you, Robinson. We're mad at him but….hey, can't do anything about it."
I nod and looked over to Nate who was just grinning at me and I couldn't help but grin back.
When Sean and Carl left, Nate stayed behind and sat beside me.
"How's the single life treating you?"
I laughed and it sounded kind of off.
"Your hair is brownish now."
"Yeah I know. Have to dye it again when they let me out of here."
Nate nod and then sigh. "I have no idea how to respond to what happened."
"Then don't. I want to forget it even though……I never will."
A man with brunette hair came into the room. Must be the doctor.
"Miss Jennacia Robinson." He said. I closed my eyes and sighed.
When I opened them, Nate had a weird expression on his face. "Jennacia?"
"Government name. Don't tell anyone. I hate it. My mom got kind of creative when I was born."
"I have something to tell you, Miss Robinson," He looked to Nate.
"He can stay here." I said.
The doctor nodded. "Were you aware that you were pregnant before you slipped into the coma?"
"I had the feeling I was."
"You had a miscarriage a month ago. Which is very rare for someone to have a miscarriage while in a coma."
"It was the bullet that did it right?"
"It took a while to get it out; I think it definitely was what caused it. I'm sorry."
"No. It's fine. It……wasn't meant to be." I said. The doctor nodded.
"Feeling any pain?" He asked.
I shook my head.
He nodded. "Well we have to run some test to make sure you're okay. Visiting hours are over soon."
"Yes, sir." Nate muttered.
The doctor stepped out of the room and Nate looked to me.
"Hey, when you're out of this. Out of here, want to go out to dinner? Celebration for you not dying?"
I giggled. "Promise you're not batshit crazy?"
Nate smiled. "I promise, Jennacia."
I roll my eyes.
"Okay. Dinner. Nowhere fancy please."
Two years later
"You may kiss the bride." The minister said.
Lindsey and Dean leaned forward and kissed each other hard and everyone clapped.
I smiled. I'm so happy for her.
Nate was sitting right next to me smiling also. "That'll be us one day."
Me and Nate began dating. It was awkward at first but then, when the sex was added, it felt normal and better.
I still hung out with the guys. It felt somewhat wrong. With Tristan not being there.
Lindsey ran straight over to me. "I'm fucking married!"
I hugged her. "It's about time."
"Hi, Nate. Good to see you again."
"You too, Lindsey."
I felt her pregnant stomach. "Three's a crowd."
"When are you going to have a baby?" She asked. I bit my lip and sat down.
I smile and look over at Nate and he's smiling back at me. "I decided that I wanted a baby I could spoil."
"I'm so happy. Thank goodness all this shit worked out."
Lindsey was right. All of this could have gone a whole different way. I could be dead. And so could she.
I'll miss my mom. Haley Robinson. Loved wife and mother. They waited until I woke up to have her funeral.
I also had to say goodbye to my unborn sibling. That was hard but Nate, Lindsey, Sean, Carl, and my dad helped me through it all.
What I had with Tristan…..wasn't exactly hatred. It was control. Control isn't love.
Tristan loved the sense of control and he wanted to control me. That's not what marriage was about.
I will always love him. Some sad part of me will always even if I don't want to.
He was in my heart.
He can't hurt me.
He can't touch me.
I'll never see him again….but like I said, Tristan Niles, ex-husband, father for two months, and loved friend, will always be in my heart.