Post by Jenna Jones on Nov 14, 2016 15:24:49 GMT -5
The light of the morning sun slowly woke her up. She was still curled up on the back seat with Dana's jacket still over her. Feeling warm and comfy, she didn't want to get up. But she had to sadly. Sitting up and stretching her arms, she felt her head was still aching like a hurricane. Climbing out, she swung the Enfield on one shoulder and the jacket on the other. Feeling like it was going to be a good day, she was slowly making plans to go out on a run with Dana to a town or city. Thinking of spending more time with her new love made he jump and spin in the air a bit before landing on her feet. Jogging down to the house, she saw motor cycle tracks leading up to the castle. Could it have been Hannah? She was known to ride a Harley every now and then. Shrugging to herself, she stepped into the Mansion's front door humming a jolly tune. Jogging up the staircase, she went for the door and saw it was open. Yet there was no Dana, only an Empty bottle of medication. Slowly, he heart began to sink. Rushing downstairs, she went to every member that was awake, asking if they saw Dana. Most of them shook they're heads and said nah. But two said Yes. They were the pair that was on duty that night. They told her that they noticed she was acting strange, like she was trying to be sneaky but with a bummed ankle. She hopped into a truck and they drove off. No one has seen or heard from her since.
Tears began to well up in her eyes as she began to think of the Most possible scenario. Dana left her. Dana told her that she loved Jenna, and she left her behind. The short black haired woman that she loved dearly for a long time didn't even bother to say good bye to her. He heart began to sink deep into her chest as it felt like it was breaking. Jenna's chest began to hurt her as she stumbled out of the Kitchen. Hands trying to hold onto things to hold her up. But as she went into the hallway, she fell to her knees and began to cry heavily. Putting her hands to her face and sliding her legs close to her. She wept heard as everyone just watched her. Not moving in close to her, they just looked at each other and then looked back at her. One of the men in the back picked up a radio and messaged Tamara. "Scout Leader 1. We got news for you. Dana sneaked out and Jenna is highly upset. What you want us to do? over" Jenna tried to get up, but couldn't find the strength to do so. So she crawled to the staircase as he eye sight is blurry, climbing up the stairs like a sad animal. The red hair woman who had no scout team anymore went to the bedroom where she was recovering, where her and Dana had they're moment. The last place Jenna saw Dana head to.
Going inside, she went to a corner with the jacket still on her. Pulling up into a chair that hours before Hannah sat in. Lifting her legs up, she curled up into a ball as more tears streamed down her face. Shaking in fear and sorrow, she couldn't control her body. Her radio chirped as the man said with a bit of humor in his voice. "She Crawled up the stair case. Crawled, can you believe that?" Looking around, she felt that she was now ashamed that everyone now knew that she crawled up a flight of stairs. Her eyes fell onto a M-1911 model .45 handgun that was sitting next to her. Putting her slender hands on it, she pulled it into the Jacket with her. The hammer was back and she placed it against her heart.
Tears began to well up in her eyes as she began to think of the Most possible scenario. Dana left her. Dana told her that she loved Jenna, and she left her behind. The short black haired woman that she loved dearly for a long time didn't even bother to say good bye to her. He heart began to sink deep into her chest as it felt like it was breaking. Jenna's chest began to hurt her as she stumbled out of the Kitchen. Hands trying to hold onto things to hold her up. But as she went into the hallway, she fell to her knees and began to cry heavily. Putting her hands to her face and sliding her legs close to her. She wept heard as everyone just watched her. Not moving in close to her, they just looked at each other and then looked back at her. One of the men in the back picked up a radio and messaged Tamara. "Scout Leader 1. We got news for you. Dana sneaked out and Jenna is highly upset. What you want us to do? over" Jenna tried to get up, but couldn't find the strength to do so. So she crawled to the staircase as he eye sight is blurry, climbing up the stairs like a sad animal. The red hair woman who had no scout team anymore went to the bedroom where she was recovering, where her and Dana had they're moment. The last place Jenna saw Dana head to.
Going inside, she went to a corner with the jacket still on her. Pulling up into a chair that hours before Hannah sat in. Lifting her legs up, she curled up into a ball as more tears streamed down her face. Shaking in fear and sorrow, she couldn't control her body. Her radio chirped as the man said with a bit of humor in his voice. "She Crawled up the stair case. Crawled, can you believe that?" Looking around, she felt that she was now ashamed that everyone now knew that she crawled up a flight of stairs. Her eyes fell onto a M-1911 model .45 handgun that was sitting next to her. Putting her slender hands on it, she pulled it into the Jacket with her. The hammer was back and she placed it against her heart.