Jenna walked into her room slowly and locked the door behind her, pressing her back against the door knob and placing a cupped hand to her chapped lips.
The boy was going to die. Did she really want him to die? No, of course not, but would Anatoly have let him die? Would Ian? The only two men in her life that she looked up to and prayed they were proud of her. But what about her young son Kyle? Could she really claim to love him more than herself then turn around and slap him? It's obvious that the death of Beckham would leave Kyle broken-hearted. Jenna felt a twinge of guilt and pride when she realized how he was much like she was when she was his age; tenderhearted and fragile.
Jenna sighed and rubbed her eyes with the ball of her palm when she thought about Ian's death and how much it had changed her. Ian was her life; her heart and soul. He was that promised and desired security that she craved for so much when she was a child. Her safe-ground to stumble to after many threats and visits from her father. Of course, he had found where they went to, but the family Megan sent them to claimed that Mr. Oakley was a drunk and didn't deserve to be with the girls. Jenna though, corrupted with fear of being abandoned and orphaned, asked if they could at least schedule visits with the man.
Kyle was sweet and innocent and so full of love for anyone that wanted or needed. Jenna scoffed thinking of how she would've killed to meet someone like him when she was younger. Her poor boy was brought in the madness of Anatoly's teaching and Ian's corruption and death. She thought about her life before all this. When she and Ian would just walk through the park when she was pregnant with Kyle because she hated being cooped up in the house. She missed the feeling of his arm lying against hers as she playfully swung their arms in a bouncy formation.
She missed when the sun would be in perfect alignment and the rays would bounce off his shiny, jet black hair and his pupils would grow smaller and you could see a full of display of the deepness in his radiant sky blue eyes. She missed him every minute of every day. How did she become this way? So bitter and full of anger? How had she become her father?
Jenna slowly slid her back against the white wooden door frame and sat in a ball at the entrance of the room, resting her twelve ton-feeling head on her numb arms. Everything changed in such a small matter of time; so had she. She took in a deep breath and thought about what she was going to do.
Let Beckham die? Break Kyle's heart? What about Anna? Was it even useful anymore to keep her hostage? If she let Anna go, she'd tell them all her plans and location. No, she had to keep Anna here. Even if she had to make that cell her grave. No one could know of her plans. Not even Kyle knew of all the things she planned.
A tear slid down Jenna's fair cheek as she pressed it against the red cotton sleeve on her arm. She knew her son would undoubtedly hate her if she did so, but it had to be done. For Ian and Anatoly. For Megan.
Urgh; just the thought of her name made her heart ache with loneliness. Her older sister, Megan Oakley. Killed in a car crash; by a drunk driver. Their father popped into her mind; the very glance of his face set her teeth on edge. She pictured her father; drunk and driving in the black pickup truck that crashed into Megan's car door. She was only twenty-two.
Jenna growled as she felt three streams of boiling, fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as loneliness overcame her. Megan was the only person who understood her. Her best friend; her sister. Killed by the thing that would've killed her when she was young. Jenna felt like screaming, breaking the picture of her sister, herself, and Kyle when he was just an infant. Curse her father's name, perhaps. But, no, she kept quiet in a ball.
A memory flooded her mind as she continued to silently cry over her sister's death.
"Just tell him, you've known him for years. It'll be like telling me," An eighteen year old Megan insisted as she and her fourteen year sibling sat on the bright red couch in the den of their foster home.
Jenna gave her a sheepish smile and rolled her light blue eyes, "Yeah, because what I want to do is run up to you and tell you how much I think your eyes are gorgeous!" She replied sarcastically and batted her eyelashes dramatically.
Megan smiled at her sister as she moved her black checker piece over to the left. The fire crackled lazily in the fireplace in front of them and licked Jenna's acne-face and glared around the rims of her thick glasses.
"Seriously, Jen. If you don't tell Ian that you're so in love with him, I will. And I will use unnecessary detail," She said with a fake threatening tone, pointing a finger, scolding her with narrow, playful eyes.
"And when you do, we will both attend your funeral. I will totally kill you if you do!" Jenna said widening her eyes slightly in nervousness that her sister just might tell him, "Oh, and I'm not in love with him, you brat!" She said jokingly and used her double red checker piece to take away two of her pieces with a proud grin.
Megan arched a brow then stuck her tongue out at her. Megan sucked on the strawberry-covered spoon from their desert and furrowed her eyebrows in concentration as she plotted out her next move.
Just then, the front door of the separate building opened and a sweaty and tired Hunter Davenport trudged in. He walked across to the den when he saw two blonde figures arguing in front of the fireplace. He grinned and slowly walked towards the girls.
"Hello, ladies," He said with a flirty grin at Megan who rolled her eyes at him. Jenna simply waved her fingers at him with a muttered greeting as she concentrated on the game in front of them.
He walked over to Megan and leaned against the back of the couch, placing his chin on her thin, smooth shoulder. She looked at his hazel eyes from the corner of her eye and softly placed her cheek against his temple.
"Jason tried to kill me today. I need a new job; one that doesn't involve my bossing hating my guts," He said wearisome as she placed a hand on the other side of his chin.
"Why, you have such lovely guts," Megan said dramatically and kissed his chin with a grin.
"Smartass," He mumbled with a grin and slung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.
"Agh! Hunter!" She squealed as she met his sweat-stained T-shirt, "Urgh, you smell like a jock-strap!" She groaned and pushed him away.
"You smell like a jock-strap," He mumbled with a grin and began to walk out of the room towards the bedroom.
Jenna blushed softly when she spotted Hunter already taking off his shirt when closing the door and turned to her older sister who was sheepishly smiling at her through narrow eyes, eyebrow arched.
"What?" She asked nervously and looked down at the couch underneath her, tilting a checker piece on its front.
"Nothing," Her sister said with a sigh and quickly moved her piece three times across the board then hopped off the couch lightly.
Jenna widened her eyes when she noticed that Megan had taken all her pieces just then. She turned back to her and glared softly.
"I knew I hated this game," She grumbled crossing her arms across her chest and laid back against the arm; kicking the game board off the cushions.
Jenna scoffed at the memory and wiped the tears away. She missed the days she lived in the pool house with her older sister, her boyfriend, Hunter, and Ian. Days were simpler than. She couldn't help but wonder what they'd say if they could see her now. Sitting in an office, creating a reputation as a cold-hearted monster, hitting her little boy. She knew Megan would be deeply ashamed of this; say that she was their father.
A new wave of tears took over her as she thought of her sister, her mother-figure, turning her back to her in shame and disown her. Everything was crumbling around her; her son hated her and her sister was gone; her entire family besides Kyle wiped out and gone. Her sobs echoed around the room as the pain overwhelmed her.
Melody immediately got out of the car as they parked in the driveway of the red-brick home that belonged to Melanie and now Benjamin. Diamond wondered why she was here but decided not to argue with her at the moment; she wasn't in the mood.
"Diamond, stay out here. I'll be out after a while. If MacTavish calls, tell him I'm fine," Melody instructed holding the files in one hand as she closed the door behind her.
Diamond opened her mouth to say something but they just came out stutters as she walked away quickly. She threw her hands in annoyance and rested her forehead against the top of the steering wheel.
Melody quickly knocked on the door and tucked away her hand, hoping her mother wouldn't see the missing finger. She bit her lip in anxiety while the document in her hand never felt so real and heavy before.
Was this even wise? What if Melanie had no idea who this man was? Would this all be a waste of time? If so, Beckham would be dead. Melody shivered at the thought and banged on the door once more before it swung open.
Melanie appeared, green eyes puzzled as she saw her older daughter in front of her, looking completely exhausted and eyes puffy, "Melody, what's wrong?" She asked leaning against the door.
"Nothing, I'm fine. But, I do need to ask you something. Can I come in?" Melody asked gripping the files in her hand tighter.
Melanie nodded with furrowed brows and opened the door for her daughter. Melody didn't even pause to walk over and sit down; once Melanie closed to door behind her, she spun around and opened the files.
"Diamond and I had gone to investigate this building in Arizona and before things went kinda hectic, I found this in a room. Someone was looking through it and tore a piece from it. Mom, please tell me if this man is familiar to you or not," Melody almost begged as she opened the file and laid it across her hands and lifted it to an astonished Melanie.
Melanie looked down at the face and nearly cried. She hadn't seen the man in so long; a million memories flooded in her mind when she thought of him, "Yes, I know him. He was my father," Melanie said softly and stroked the face admiringly.
Benjamin overheard the two and immediately stood up and walked towards them when he heard Melanie's words. What was Melody doing with a file of Melanie's father, his father-in-law?
"What? I mean, how? Why did those guys who wrecked the building rip a page from his file...? I thought he looked familiar," Melody questioned and softly said to herself.
Melanie just grinned at her, "You were young when I took you to my parent's house. I remember that you'd always want to color in my mother's field journals. Always curious about how they met and wanted to wear the necklace I brought to your wedding some years ago. You were such the talker then, always curious. But, you were your grandfather's little girl. I miss those days," Melanie said solemnly.
Melody scoffed at the memory, but she wasn't there to walk down memory lane, no matter how tempting it would be, "Mom, do you know where he lives?" She asked arching a brow suspiciously.
"Well, yes, of course. Why?" She said furrowing her brows slightly.
"Because, you're taking me there," Melody said matter-of-factly and reached across her to open the door.
Melanie eyed her questioningly as she quickly approached her car.
Poor Jenna, must really suck :/ Sorry for not updating soon, although it hasn't been very long :) Probably won't be able to update at all next weekend or the whole next week actually because I'm pretty busy with school events and staying with my cousin and Aunt to kill Zombies and practice my driving skills:) But anyway.
Chapter Questions: What will Jenna do? Will she fall under the pressure and complete her plans or will she give them up? What about Diamond, Melanie, and Melody? Are they going to search for the old Veteran, Frank Woods?
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(Oh yeah, forgot to mention; Chapter Inspiration by Sad Song - Christina Perri. Go check out the song that inspired Jenna's part in this chapter! Thanks and thanks for reading!)