In Henry's mind, there'd be no danger if Mark did show up. Even if Mark had a gun, he knew that it would not be fired due to the risk of hitting Jen. And yes, his cousin would soon be arriving. Henry knew this, because Jen had a bad habit of never locking the door behind her. A devious grin appeared on Henry's lips. He truly hoped for Mark to show up and see this.
Before entering, Mark pulled out a gun from his back pocket and slowly continued inside, making sure to be as quiet as possible. He could hear some noises from up the stairs as he carefully made his way up them, stalkish, like an animal sneaking upon its prey. Extending a hand, he reaches out and grabs the bedroom doorknob, turning it softly to crack the door open and peer inside.
His stomach then turned! Not only at the sight of Henry, but at the fact that Jen was in there with him –screwing him- even after Mark had tried to warn her. Shaking his head, Mark felt both disgusted and disappointed. He considered shooting Henry right there, but no, the shot could hit Jen. He pulled the door shut again. Luckily it was silent.
With a sigh, Mark made his way back out and decided to come and try another time. He currently needed to clear his head and do some thinking anyway.
After some time had passed and Henry was finished, he quietly slipped on his clothes and shoes as Jen sat up on the bed and watched him a bit, also quietly. He only gave her a quick glance of disgust before stepping out of the room and out the back door of the cabin.
Jen sighed. Getting up from the bed, she slipped some clothes on and headed for the refrigerator where a bottle of Long Island Iced Tea sat on the top shelf. Her mind was spinning and she felt so out of touch after what had just happened. She needed something. Anything.
Grabbing the bottle, she took a couple swigs and exited out the front door, bringing the liquor with her. She headed out into the woods. She didn't care. Every minute or so, she would take another big drink from the bottle and it seemed to start taking effect quickly.
After twisting the cap back on, her foot suddenly caught a root and she fell forward to the ground, letting the bottle drop and roll so that she could catch herself on her hands. The liquor bottle was plastic, so it did not shatter.
In the distance behind her, Mark was just hanging out. He never completely left, he just wandered around and did some contemplating on what to do. Suddenly, he had heard something. Jen's fall was not too loud, but made just enough noise to catch his attention. When he saw that it was her, he sighed and stared for the moment. Should he confront her? That scene he caught flashed in his mind again, and once more, he felt his stomach turn. But why exactly? Was it really disappointment? Why did it seem to matter so much? Mark took a deep breath.
Instead of trying to pick herself back up, Jen crawled along the ground until she was within reach of the bottle. Grabbing it up, she then got to her feet but would stumble backwards a bit. Two hands were there catch her by the arms, but this startled Jen as she feared it to be Henry. Gasping, she jolted forward, spinning to face the person, but also immediately falling onto her butt.