'Til Death Do Us Part [ Editing ]

Chapter Twenty One

"Who's this-Wait, Jenna?" She heard a little bit of struggle from the other side and blew into her cold hand.

"Gloria, please. I need help, can you help me?"

"Uh, what kind of help and you do know that the police are after you?"

Jenna sighed. "I know but please, I need help right now. I don't know where to go, I have no one else and I'm wounded and sick. Please, call my mom and give her this number to call. Please."

She patiently waited for her response until the other woman muttered an okay. Jenna smiled and ended the call then started the engine of the car.

The distressed woman drove out onto the street, all the while looking on the edge of passing out as her vision went from blurred to clear images. Jenna raised her injured hand to the car's air conditioning unit and put on the heat, which warmed her after a few seconds. She sighed and kept on driving until the car began to slow down, she gaped at the fuel gauge and parked on the side of the road.

"No, please. Don't do this to me," Jenna pleaded and wrapped her arms around her body. Her heart began to beat extremely fast when she began to feel like something was pulling her into another state. Her head became heavy and her skin pumped out more sweat. She felt like she wanted to throw up and shut her eyes when she became extra dizzy.

"Somebody help me." She whispered as her heavy eyelids began to almost join. "Hel-"

Jenna dropped sideways on the other chair, passing out and immediately, the phone rang.

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Beeping sounds and the warmth of a heaviness from her waist down to her feet made Jenna pop her eyes open, which met only with her husband's brown eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows, and looked around the room, taking note of the fact that she was in a small hospital room, before looking back at the man who had on a blank expression.

Jenna licked her chapped lips as his eyes shifted from her face to her hair then back to her face, mostly her eyes. He looked down at the floor and shook his head before standing up.

"Jonathan," she whispered and he stopped.

Jonathan looked over his shoulder and sighed heavily.

"Please, where are you going? Aren't you here to take me home?" She asked and watched as he his back straightened. "Can we forget about what happened and move on? I'm ready to be a new person."

Jonathan hissed. "Is that so easy for you to say?" He turned fully to look at her, his eyes holding so much disdain and anger.

Jenna nodded. "What else do you want me to say?" She was confused on why his body language was different from what she had expected of him.

"Oh, my God," Jonathan said in disbelief and hissed again. "What kind of a person are you? You killed my best friend and two strangers and you thought that I would take you back? No, Jenna. You need help and you'll get it in prison."

Jenna gasped."No! That can't happen! I am your wife, you're supposed to be with me in the toughest times, and I need you now more than ever."

She sat up on the bed but groaned when sharp pains shot to every part of her body. She glanced down at her bandaged arm then bit her lip and looked up when the door opened and a police officer peeped in.

"Is there any problem?" The man asked and Jenna only glared between the two of them while Jonathan shook his head before the office shut the door.

"What's happening?" She asked cautiously.