Twenty minutes passed.
Mark had cooked up some soft-boiled eggs, but realized that Jen had not yet come out of the bathroom. He approached the door and knocked gently, "Jen? Are you alright?" Silence. "Jen?" He tried again, but still nothing. No responses.
A moment later, a tiny sobbing sound could be heard. "Jen, what's wrong? Please open up." Mark spoke gently, but also in a worried tone. She was still not answering or opening the door. "Jen please, I'm here." He assured her, but sighed and stepped away for a moment to find a way to open up the door. Mark didn't want to be invasive, but he knew he needed to get to her.
After grabbing a pair of scissors nearby, he opened them and inserted one of the ends into the door's lock-hole and jiggled it, "Hang in there Jen, it'll be alright." He spoke again, softly and reassuring.
After a couple of minutes, Mark again tried the handle and found that the door could now open. "I'm coming in…" He announced, wanting to give her notification before walking on in. There she sat on the floor, and staring down at it.
"Hey, I'm here…" Mark began, as he placed the scissors on the sink and kneeled down in front of her, "…what is it?" But it would then catch his eye. The test lay on the floor next to her. "…oh. Shit." He reached out and embraced her, "I'm here Jen…" And he paused once he felt Jen's arms raise and embrace him back, "you're going to be okay. I'm here for whatever you need, and whatever decision you want to make about this."
Gently brushing some hair away from her eyes, Mark looked to her, "Just say the word, and I'd take you to where we'd need to go for this. But whatever you decide, Jen, I'm going to be here."
This frustrated Jen a bit and her teary eyes now narrowed, "Don't feel obligated to me because of what your cousin did, Mark. It's not right! I don't want your pity!"
"Calm down. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I'm just saying you won't have to deal with things alone." Standing up, he helped Jen to her feet as well and they exited the bathroom. With a sigh, Jen stormed off to her bedroom and let the door slam behind her.
Mark frowned. His anger on the inside about Henry was starting to eat away at him. Was this part of the asshole's plan? Knowing Henry and the games he loved to play, he wouldn't put it past him. This was truly sick. "What the hell are you up to, Henry?" Mark mumbled to himself before going to the door of Jen's bedroom, "Jen, there's some eggs ready in the kitchen if you'd like something to eat. I'm all out of orange juice, so I'm just going out for a minute to grab some. I swear I won't be long, okay?" But he was just met with more silence. As much as he hated to leave her completely alone, it seemed to be what she needed for now. Just a few minutes while he ran to a store wouldn't hurt. He had trouble believing that, but would repeat it to himself over and over: The store's not far. Henry doesn't know this location. She'll be alright. I'll let her calm.
Three minutes later, he was out the door and heading for the store.
Jen began to pace around the room. Her mind was such a mess and now a mixture of emotions began to whirl inside of her intensely. Panic, anger, desperation, despair.
She paused to place both hands on her head and closed her eyes, now balling her fists which each gripped hair. Her breathing grew heavy as a breakdown was building and coming forth. And, to make matters worse, she could once again hear the echo of Henry's words: "…you are good for one thing…mmm.", "Didn't see you resisting, babe, you know you loved it..", "You love what I do to you..", "You were just so easily gullible.. it was cute and fun."
That was it! The breaking point! In a sudden fit of rage, Jen's eyes flew open again and she let out a blood-curdling scream as she turned to a nightstand that stood by the bed and swooped an arm out across it, knocking everything on it, including a lamp, to the floor. "I HATE YOU!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, lifting the nightstand and launching it across the room into a mirror on the closet door. It shattered to pieces and she finally collapsed to the floor in a sitting position immediately after, weeping.