Woohoo, another chapter :D I am seriously on a friggin' roll here. LOL.
So this chapter kinda briefly explores Jenna's most important relationships more; Sully, Henry and Jimmy.
It also explains a little bit more about what happened on 'that' day.
It also goes into Sully POV for a part of it, just to show you what he thinks of her. That won't be happening every chapter, just this one, to kinda hint at what happened between them. Anyone who can figure it out, I will give you a lollipop :D LOL. Once again, a big thanks too JoshHarrisLover for the review, and you too Megan :D Good to see you on here now =D
Okay well, hope you enjoy the newest chapter :D
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My hands gripped the bars so hard I could feel my knuckles turning a ghostly white. I felt like I was about to fall over at any moment, it took all my strength to stay upright.
No. I was wrong. I wasn't ready for this. I wanted to run. Run away from him and never look back.
No, screw that.
I wanted to punch him. I wanted to tackle him to the ground and punch him over and over again. I wanted to hear him scream in agony and pain. I wanted to suffer. I wanted him to feel the pain I had felt.
But if I hated him so much, then why was my stomach doing leaps and bounds inside of me? Why were my hands incredibly sweaty and clammy? Why was my heart pounding at a million miles an hour in my chest?
We had been standing here for maybe half a minute now, neither of us speaking. I stood there and took in all of his features. His golden suntanned skin, his equally golden hair, spiked up in his usual style. He was wearing a brown tan jacket, which covered his perfectly toned arms. His ocean blue eyes showed his emotions; apprehension, fear, nervous. He never took his eyes off of mine, just simply stared. Before he finally said something.
"Jenna", he whispered quietly, looking down at the ground.
"Are you kidding me?", I asked angrily, as his head snapped up. "That's all you have to say to me. You use me, break my heart and THAT'S the first thing you say to me? My own name! No sorry, thanks, kiss my ass?", I said to him. I was fuming, the fear inside of me had turned to rage. I wanted to punch him again, repeatedly.
"Look, I'm sorry okay. I never meant to hurt you", he said, whispering the last sentence. I scoffed.
"Never meant to hurt me? Is this a joke! You think that's going to make me feel better? You don't talk to me for six months and you tell me that you never meant to hurt me."
"You know it's a two way street Jenna. I didn't exactly see you trying to call me". That was when I lost it. My hands let go of the bar, and immediately clenched into fists at my side. I could feel my normally tanned skin on my face go red with anger. My stomach was now an empty pit of rage. That was when I exploded.
"You have got to joking! Why the fuck would I call you? I'm not the one who walked out the door without even so much as a goodbye. No Sully, that wasn't me. That was you! Your just a selfish son of a bitch who uses others to get what they want. I can't believe I thought you were a decent person!", I yelled. There was no holding me back now.
"Jenna will you quieten down", Sully whispered to me, nodding his head in the direction of all the people drinking happily downstairs, unaware of the scene unfolding above them. This just made me even angrier.
"No, I will not fucking quieten down", I said taking a step towards him. "You don't get to tell me what to do. You're not my boyfriend Sully, hell you're not even my friend. As far as I'm concerned..." I said taking a deep breath before I whispered the last words, "... you're dead to me".
I could tell he was shocked at what I had said, because I saw the tears spring up in his eyes, and stepped back as if I had physically. When I saw his reaction, I immediately regretted what I had said. No. Fuck him, I thought to myself. He deserved what he got. He hurt me, not the other way round.
But even still, I could still feel the hot tears springing in my eyes. And there was no way I would let him see me cry.
I looked at the ground at marched forward.
"Jenna", he said as I walked up to him. I completely ignored him and continued to storm past him.
"Jenna!".
Sully:
You're dead to me.
I watched as she marched towards me, her face full of anger and hurt.
"Jenna", I said as she walked up to me, trying to catch her attention. She was looking at the ground, acting if I wasn't there.
I turned my head to her as she walked past me. She was looking down at the ground, but I could swear I saw a tear rolling down her cheek. She shoulder barged into mine, intentionally or unintentionally I didn't know, and she continued to walk down the stairs, as if I wasn't even there.
"Jenna!", I yelled. I watched as she simply turned and walked away from the stairs, and out of my sight.
I ran my fingers through my golden hair. Good one Sully. You've really gone and royally fucked things up this time.
And I had. After finally admitting what we felt, I had left. No kiss goodbye, hell, not even a goodbye. I just left. As if she wasn't screwed up enough as it is.
I had been drinking with the guys, toasting to hooking up with all of the bridesmaids, when I had seen the cab arrive. I stood there and watched, waited to see if my suspicions were correct. And they were.
The door opened, and there she was. She stood outside of the cab for a good minute or two, just staring. Her normally tanned skin was a ghostly white, her long brown hair flying around in the wind, her seawater green eyes wild with fear. She looked like she was about to throw up, or pass out. I wanted to go help her, but I knew I couldn't. It would just make it worse.
I excused myself from the guys, saying I had to go to the bathroom. Instead, I walked to the other side of the boat, talking to people whose names I didn't even know. I would pretend that I was listening, as I watched her and my best friend hug at the bottom of the boat. Watched her punch him in the shoulder jokingly. I looked on as she tensed up when Henry had said something, and the smile that arose on her face when she saw Trish. I watched as she walked around the boat looking lost, obviously looking for someone or something. She looked so nervous, her hands were fidgeting, and she could barely even look up at anything. I had turned around for a second, to be hit on by one of the bridesmaids (Beth? Lucy? I was sure I had hooked up with her before. I never could keep track) and looked back to see her sitting and laughing with the guys.
Even then though, she still looked nervous. She kept looking around, as if she was expecting someone to jump at her. I continued watching until finally, she left the guys, and walked up the stairs to the top deck of the boat.
I knew I would have to talk to her eventually, we were gunna be stuck on that damn island for a whole week so I couldn't avoid her forever, so I decided that I'd get it over and done with. I took a deep breath, and slowly walked up the stairs. When I reached the top, she was holding her bottle upside down, and she watched as one drop fell out of the bottle.
She cursed under her breath, in that way that she always did, and turned around. As soon as she saw me, she froze. Her golden skin went a porcelain white, and the bottle she had been holding slipped from her hands and shattered on the ground. She gripped on to the bars beside her, looking as if she was about to fall over. I hadn't seen her in six months, and she looked nothing like I remembered. Because the way I pictured her in my head did not give her justice.
We stood there staring at each other for at least a minute, before I realized that I should say something. Anything. Something that would convince her to forgive me, to fly into my arms and never let go.
Jenna.
That sure as hell wasn't it.
I watched as her face, previously an expression of fear and sickness, turned into an expression of pure rage and hatred.
Every word she spoke was laced with anger and bitterness. Though most of the times her words were, but this was different. She sounded so... so... hurt. And it was all because of me.
As if she didn't have enough issues and problems in her life, I had to come along and screw things up for her even more.
I slammed my fist on the wall beside me in frustration. I had ruined it. Any chance I had with her was gone.
I turned and began walking down the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I looked around to see almost every female on the boat attempting to eyefuck me.
Yup, plenty of girls here to drown my sorrows in.
Jenna:
I flew into the bathroom, and quickly slammed the door shut behind me. The tears were welling up in my eyes, and were so close to falling.
I looked in the mirror. Good one Jenna. You like microwaved death. And I did. My face was still red from my little 'explosion' earlier, my long brown hair was a complete mess, and my green eyes were still filled with tears. Pull yourself together girl, I told myself. No stupid guy is gunna make you cry.
After 5 minutes of quickly running my fingers through any knots that existed in my hair, some intense eye wiping with toilet paper, and my proper color returning to my face, I was ready to leave this cramped little bathroom.
But before I did, I needed a little pick-me-up. I reached into my pockets, as my long fingers wrapped around the plastic cylinder that I knew so well. I pulled it out of my pocket, and held the small brown cylinder in front of my face.
'Green Terrace Mental Health Facility.
Dr. Martin.
Anti-Depressants.
Prescribed to: Jenna Elizabeth Mance.
Take two pills every 3-4 hours', it read. Along with a shit load of names of chemicals that I didn't know.
I quickly unscrewed the white cap off of the top, and poured out two pills into my hand. I screwed the lid back on, and quickly shoved it in my pocket.
Now all I needed was something to drink it with. I reached inside my tan leather jacket, and pulled out the silver flask waiting for me in my pocket.
I pulled the lid off of the flask, and put the two pills in my mouth. I put the flask up to my mouth, and quickly took a swig. The liquid burnt my throat as I swallowed it down. I felt it travel down my throat and into my stomach, warming my insides. I slammed the flask down on the counter and exhaled. No matter how much I drunk it, Vodka was always some intense shit.
I looked up in the mirror, and I saw that I now looked completely normal. My face was it's normal tanned colour, my long brown hair was now knot free, and my deep green eyes were now tear free. I put the flask back into my jacket pocket, straightened out my clothes, flipped my hair, and plastered a large smile on my face.
I opened the door preparing to happily greet anyone that was waiting for me, until I saw Henry Dunn standing there, arms crossed and a stern look on his face, waiting for me.
"Shit", I cursed under my breath. I knew that look. It was that typical 'I know you too well and I can tell when's something up and your my best friend so now I'm going to interrogate you about it' look that Henry always had when I got in to some sort of trouble. As if on cue, Henry began to speak.
"So I see you walking up the stairs. Sully following you. Hear some shouting. You come flying down the stairs and into the bathroom. He comes down the stairs looking upset. I ask him about it, he mumbles something and then goes to talk to the bridesmaids. I then go upstairs to see a bottle smashed on the ground. You wanna tell me what happened?", Henry asked. Ugh, I really couldn't do this right now.
"Absolutely nothing", I said, jokingly trying to pretend that I had no idea what he was talking about.
Henry put his hand on my shoulder as we began walking around the boat.
He then slowly leant towards my ear and whispered "You didn't like, try to kill Sully with that broken bottle or anything right?". I responded by simply glaring in his direction. "Hey, don't hit me again okay?", Henry said raising his hands and laughing. "It's just that's Sully's my best man, and he's kind of an important part of the wedding", Henry said jokingly.
"Well unfortunately, I want to throw your best man under a bus", I said smiling at Henry.
"Well if you're going to throw him under a bus, at least wait till after the wedding. We don't want Trish going all bridezilla on our asses and throwing you under a bus, now do we? I wouldn't wanna lost both my best friends in one week", Henry said smiling.
I chuckled quietly. As pissed as I was, Henry always had the ability to cheer me up.
"But I am your favorite though right", I said grinning at Henry as we walked up the stairs.
"Of course Jenna", he said putting his arm around my shoulder. "You'll always be my favorite", he said pulling me tighter and rubbing his fist on my head.
"Ow no. Not the noogie!", I said as we reached the top of the stairs. He immediately let me go, and we both laughed. It had been so long since we had actually acted like best friends, and I had missed it.
"Okay. All Wellingtons on deck", I heard a deep voice boom. I turned my head to see a photographer taking a picture of all the Wellingtons; Richard, Katherine, Trish, Shea and Madison; at the exact same spot where I had dropped the bottle just mere minutes earlier.
I turned back around to face Henry, who looked almost... disappointed.
"Shouldn't you be there? You know, since you're about to become a Wellington and all", I said smiling at Henry as we walked over to the rails.
"Yeah, but there'll be plenty of photo-ops in the next week", he said leaning casually against the rails. I joined him.
"Daddy Wellington still not approve, huh?", I asked. Thomas had never approved of Henry and Trish dating, wrong side of the marina and all, so he most likely wasn't particularly happy about Henry and Trish getting married, something which hurt Henry more than he let on.
"Not exactly", he said quietly. Taking a deep breath, I decided we should change the subject.
"Look. We didn't really get a chance to talk about it earlier, but I really wanna talk about the way we left things..."
"Jenna. Look at me", Henry said walking in front of me and putting his hands on my shoulders. "It is fine, okay. Like I said, I fully understand why you were angry about it."
"But Henry..."
"Jenna. It is fine okay? I don't blame you for getting so mad at me. The important thing now is that your here, and I'm getting married to Trish. Got it?", Henry said looking into my eyes.
"Goddamnit Henry. Your too good to me", I said hugging him.
"It's fine Jen. Besides, you can thank me later with your incredibly expensive wedding gift", I laughed as we let go of each other, Henry returning to his previous position of standing besides me on the rail. "Look Jenna. The island's changed. It's not like it was before. That's why Trish and I wanted to have our wedding there, to create some good memories there. Like before", Henry said to me, with a meek smile on his face. I immediately looked at the ground, not knowing what to say. But before I could even think of something to answer with, a high pitched squeal interrupted me.
"Henry. Babe! We're here!", I heard Trish squeal as she ran over to me and Henry. She immediately grabbed Henry's hand and led him down the stairs, as Henry turned around and shot me an apologetic look.
I walked towards the edge of the deck, where the Wellingtons had just had their photo op, and watched as the island came into view.
It looked just as it had before, peaceful and calm. There were plenty of boats at the marina, I could even see the Cannery coming into view. The island was covered in green, full of nature and life. The large lighthouse only added to the incredible scenery.
But unbelievably, underneath all of the fear I felt as the boat drew closer to the island, there was another feeling I felt. A feeling of belonging.
I was home.
I saw him as soon as the boat arrived. There he was, chopping up fish on that stupid boat of his as per usual. He was looking down when we arrived, to focused on the job at hand. He looked almost exactly the same as when I had seen him last. The same cheerful brown eyes, same smile on his face that I knew so well. Same stupid hat that I couldn't stand.
But he had aged a little bit, of course he had, it had been over six years since I had seen him last. He had a little stubble on his face, compared to the smooth clean shaven skin he had the last time I saw him, and he had grown. Only a few inches, but enough for me too notice. I knew my brother well, hell, I knew everything there was to know about him.
I began to walk off the boat, but he still didn't notice me, so I decided I'd have to get his attention in some way. I walked past his boat, and began to speak.
"You know Jimbob, you really should take a shower. I can smell you from the mainland". I stopped walking and turned around, just in time to see his reaction. He looked up from the fish he was gutting, and as soon as he saw me, his look of fierce concentration turned to a look of shock and amazement. "Hi Jenna, great to see you?", I asked him.
And as quickly as his look changed from concentration to shock, that look then changed to pure happiness. His eyes flashed with joy, and his mouth spread into a wide grin. And before I knew it, he was almost flying over the boat with his arms wide open.
"Jenna!", he yelled as he pulled me close to him. I was suddenly crushed into his chest, and the smell of dead fish hit me like a slap to the face.
"Yeah Jimmy. You realize I wasn't joking about the whole having a shower thing right", I said jokingly as he let me go from his embrace. I took a step back, but Jimmy kept his hand on my shoulders, still staring at me in shock.
"Wow, you look so different", he said to me.
"It's the hair isn't it", I said pointing to my brown locks. I previously had long blonde hair, as it was my natural color, but I had dyed it after leaving the island, wanting a new start.
"Well yeah, that too. But I don't know. You just look so much more... grown up. You're not my kid sister anymore", he said to me, still smiling.
"Well Jimbob, there's this thing called 'getting older'. And you see, the last time I was here I was 17 years old, and I'm now 24", I said as if he was an imbecile. Jimmy just laughed in reply.
"So lil sis', any secret boyfriends I should know about. You know, just incase I have to teach someone a lesson", he said raising his fists jokingly.
"Don't worry Jimbob, you have nothing to worry about", I said putting his fists down. "No boys here. I am single and ready to mingle", I said with a wicked grin on my face.
"Okay. Ew. Did not need to know that", Jimmy replied.
"Well, you asked", I said to Jimmy, smirking.
"Well what about Sully? I thought you guys would be like, married with two kids or something by now", Jimmy said teasingly. I immediately took in a sharp breath. Jimmy didn't know what had happened with Sully, nor did I want him too. Jimmy had a habit of being incredibly overprotective when it came to me, and I really didn't want a punch up between my brother and Sully at my best friend's wedding, so I had opted not to tell Jimmy what had happened. I exhaled largely, and continued on as if nothing was wrong.
"Unfortunately no, not exactly my type", I said smiling, desperately hoping that Jimmy wouldn't realize something was wrong. Immediately, Jimmy's eyebrows raised.
"Not your type? You guys have been in love since you were like 9 years old", Jimmy said, with a smile on his face.
"Okay first of all, no. You are the one that assumed we were in love. Second of all, why are we still talking about me. You got any lady friends in your life", I asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
"Well yeah actually, I'm married". My eyes widened.
"Bullshit", I replied.
"Well, yeah", he said taking the glove off of his left hand, revealing there to be no ring, "but you believed me didn't ya", he said with a smirk on his face.
"Oh puh-lease. I was just feeling pity for the poor girl who thought that you", I said poking him hard in the chest, "would make an adequate life partner."
"Oh haha, very funny", Jimmy said sarcastically. "So, why didn't you tell me you were coming?", Jimmy asked with a curious look on his face.
"I don't know. I guess I just didn't want you making a big fuss over it. Besides, I wanted to surprise you", I said smiling meekly.
"Well, it was definitely a great surprise. Anyone else know your coming?".
"Nope. Just you now".
"Oh. Well a lot of people will be glad to see you. We've missed you Jenna. I've missed you", Jimmy said, putting his hands back on my shoulders.
"I've missed you too Jimbob", I said leaning in for a hug. But it wasn't a tight squeeze like the last hug. It was nicer this time. I buried face in my chest. I really did miss my brother, no matter how bad he smelled.
"I missed you too Jenna", he whispered into my hair. We had been through so much together, and after so many years a part, I was surprised that it had been so easy to slip back into that friendship we had had before we lost everything. "I really didn't miss that nickname though", he whispered. I immediately started laughing, as we pulled away from each other.
"How long are you here for?", Jimmy asked.
"A week. I leave next Monday", I replied.
"Oh cool. Well I have a lot of your stuff back at the house, some of Mom and Dad's too. Just in case you wanna come over and pick it up? Maybe later on today". I grimaced. I wasn't ready to go back to the house yet. I had something more important to get over and done with first.
"I'm really sorry, but I can't. We have some rehearsal dinner thing tonight, so I'm kinda booked up for the rest of the day", I said, hoping he'd believe my lame excuse.
"Oh, that's fine", Jimmy said, attempting to not look disappointed. I knew he was lying, I always knew. "Well we got a week. Feel free to come over any time, you know where the house is".
"I'll take you up on that", I said. I turned around to see the last of the wedding guests milling out of the boat. "I should probably be leaving now", I told him. "All the guests are catching golf carts up to The Candlewick."
"Woah, you're staying at The Candlewick?", Jimmy asked shocked. The Candlewick Inn was known by the locals by the place where all the wealthy visitors stayed, a place where Jimmy and I had never had a chance to go.
"One word Jimmy. Wellington".
"That explains it", Jimmy said nodding.
"Anyway, I'm going to go. I'll call you later when I find out my room number, maybe you can come over?", I said beginning to walk away.
"For sure. I'll see you later then little sis", he said waving.
"You too Jimbob", I said as I turned around and began to walk up the large ramp which lead off of the marina.
"Hey Jenna", I heard Jimmy yell. I turned around to see Jimmy standing there, with a slightly sad expression on his face. "Thank you. For coming back I mean."
"Your welcome", I said nodding slightly.
I then turned around, as I began to unleash another inner demon.
I walked through the forest, looking around at all the large trees that surrounded me. It was so calm, so peaceful. Like it had been before that day. I kept walking along the large gravel path, before I saw the small piece of shrubbery with purple flowers. I was close now. I turned off the path and began walking through the bush.
I knew where I was going, I still remembered that day like it was yesterday. I remembered every detail, including how I got there.
I continued walking, dodging every branch that came my way, being careful as to not trip up over the large roots on the ground.
I did this for a good 5 minutes, looking at the ground with each step, not wanting to look up.
Eventually, I knew I had reached my destination. I slowly raised my head, and immediately stopped moving. I froze, nothing had prepared me for the sight of this.
It was just as big as I had remembered, towering over everything beneath it. The branches were bare, not a shade of green on it. The branches were large, almost like fingers reaching out to grab you.
The tree looked scary enough as it is, but then, the images came into my head.
Bodies. Hanging off the tree. Some strung up by their arms, but most hung by their necks. They're silent, still. They're all pale, not moving an inch. Mom and Dad are there. 'Mom? Dad?' I whisper. They don't respond. Just hang. Along with the others. Along with the other bodies.
I begin hyperventilating. I freak out. I can't be here. I need to leave. But the images keep coming. The bodies. Hanging there. Silently. Mom. Dad. Dead.
My breathing gets heavier. I can't stop. I clutch my hand to my chest, but it doesn't help. It's beating even faster now. I need to get away from here. I need to leave.
I turn to leave, but there's someone there.
I shriek loudly, my hands raising in fear.
I began to freak out, until I realized that it was Henry. He grabs my arms tightly.
"Jenna, Jenna. Calm down. It's okay. The killers dead. Wakefield is dead". I breathe a sigh of relief. He was right. It was okay. Wakefield was dead, he couldn't hurt me any more.
"S-s-s-sorry", I stutter. "I just... I just freaked out. I wasn't exactly prepared for it you know", I told him.
"I know, I know. C'mon, we should get going", he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "They should've cut down that tree a long time ago", he says as we begin to walk away.
My mind begins to return to it's normal state, as I lean into Henry's arms. I was safe now, Henry was here. It was okay.
But even so, I couldn't shake the feeling, that we weren't the only two people in the forest.
So, whatdaya guys think?
Not much Jenna/Sully and Jenna/Jimmy interaction this chapter, but I promise there'll be more in the next. Especially Jenna/Sully, he becomes a very important character. Hope you all enjoyed :D
I spent most of this chapter describing how much Jenna thinks of Henry, which is obviously quite a lot, so when there's the big reveal at the end [Not that big of a spoiler, just letting ya know that I am keeping the killers the same] it makes it even more shocking for her.
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