"Bang."
A shot rings out in the darkness and I fall to the ground. Not knowing what just happened, I feel an agonizing sharp pain in my chest. The only thing keeping me conscious is the thought that if I die, Dean will never forgive me.
I see him rushing over to me and he picks my head up before I black out. Coming to, I hear a booming voice and when I open my eyes, I see the brightest, most colorful light that I have ever seen in my life. It is so beautiful that it brings tears to my eyes.
Briefly, I wonder what happened. Then after a few minutes, I no longer care when a pair of hands that feel like babies skin lifts me up off of the ground and carries me. There is something indescribable about the feeling that I am having.
The serene atmosphere, reminds me of the complete happiness that I felt when my parents hugged me as a small child. Smiling so big that my face hurts, I lay there
"Oh my god!" I hear Dean shout before coming to my side. Even though everything is black, my hearing is still good, except for one thing. The shotgun blast is still ringing in my head. The sharp pain exploded throughout me like red-hot fire. "Call 911 now!" He screams at someone across the room and then I pass out. "Hey, she is waking up. Get the doctor." Dean yells excitedly as I try to open my eyes. I hear someone else rush in with a heavy step and then stop right next to me. With my head still pounding, I force my eyes to open. Immediately I close them and start to cry because the light makes my head hurt ten times worse than it did before. "Jenna, can you hear me? I am doctor Albright." He says softly. Barely opening my eyes, I cry out, "Turn the lights off." "Well, that's a good sign." Dr. Albright answers half laughing. I watch Dea
"She is having a seizure!" I hear someone yell as it all feels like a dream. Watching my body spasm and twitch, this weird feeling comes over me as if I am in a haze and this has all happened before. But, for some reason I feel like something dreadful is about to happen and strangely enough, I want to jump for joy. What is the matter with me? Continuing to watch the doctor do his best to hold me down, the nurses try to inject something into my I.V. The haze, gets worse and I swear that I am rising off of the table and floating in mid-air. A tingling starts at my feet and runs all the way up to my head before I realize that they have strapped my body down to the table. I feel a disconnect, like I am astro planing and start to float across the room. Hovering above the machines, I stare at the monitors and can't tell if it says that I am flatlining or what it means. Just when I think this situatio
"Welcome home, baby." Dean says warmly as he gives me a kiss. He opens the door and I step inside. The first thing I notice, is the gorgeous red roses that decorate the entry way. The fragrance fills my nose with the sweetest scent and I close my eyes. Realizing that for once in a very long time I am truly happy, I turn around after opening them and reach up to kiss Dean. His lips feel amazing against mine and when he scoops me up in his strong arms, I am not surprised at all to find a huge bed awaiting me in the master bedroom. His eyes say it all, when I gaze into them fondly and see the desire so blatantly obvious inside. Kissing me again, he thrusts his tongue into every inch of my mouth and our tongues do the tango. But what I like most, is when he places me down on my feet for a brief moment to rip his clothes off and stand in front of me totally naked. Right away, my eyes wander to his erection. Standing at
"I hate you." Barely awake, I listen while Sam screams over the phone at Brad in the background. Apparently the two of them are fighting again. Since the baby was born, Sam has moved in with us and then back in with Brad. In and out, in and out so many times that I think I'm getting whiplash. Dean rolls over and mumbles, "Is it Sam again?" Rolling back over and falling asleep, he starts to snore softly while I listen to Sam rant about Brad cheating on her again. Somehow, him having sex with a woman is different then the two of them having sex with a woman. Shaking my head and trying to clear the fog from my brain, I sit up and wish i could just go back to sleep. Knowing that it's only wishful thinking, I put the phone down and pretend to listen to her screaming. Pulling my robe on, I go to the bathroom and when I get back she has ended the call. "Great." I say softly because I already know that it
"Jenna, I don't know how you do it." Sam cries over the phone. "What do you mean?" I whisper and sit up in bed, frowning. Trying to figure out what is wrong now, I slip from under the covers and climb out of bed before Dean wakes up. "Brad didn't come home and Nicolette has been crying all night. You were right, I can't take care of her myself. If he doesn't come home soon, I will have to pay someone to help me. Or maybe you can?" I absolutely hate it when she whines. She sounds like a little kid who is throwing a temper tantrum. Not to mention, I already have a headache from her constant pestering. "Sam, I am no good with kids. I remember my grandma had me watch one of the great grandkids when I was seventeen and that didn't turn out very well. Of course, I think if it was my own child it would be different. At least I hope so." "But you have to help me.
"Bang""Smash""Bang"As I'm walking up to Sam's hospital room, I hear loud noises and then she screams, "Get out of here!"Hesitant, I slowly open the door and peek in before stepping in. Brad turns around and glares at me. Sam glances over quickly and smiles before returning her wrath to Brad and throwing a vase of roses at him.Shaking my head and wishing that I hadn't decided to visit today, I smile and say loudly, "Sam, you need to stop."She turns her attention to me and says, "He deserves everything I am giving him. He left and now Nicolette is in foster care."I step forward and scan the room for a chair on the other side of her so I am not in the path of her destruction. Walking by Brad, I mouth, "I'm sorry." And then continue to the chair. Watching this soap opera unfold, I sit back and wait for her to get done before I have a talk with her.Throwing a few more things around,
"You knew that she was doing drugs?" I spit and stare at Brad vehemently as I ask. He nods and looks apologetically before I ask another question. "How could you?" Walking around the room before answering me, he hesitantly says, "Because I have never stopped you from doing anything you wanted to, have I? I gave you anything you ever asked for." Thinking about that one, I realize that I can't say anything. He really did give me anything that I asked him for. There was never a question of it, till I asked him for a divorce and that's the only time he fought tooth and nail over anything I wanted. Glancing over to Sam, I notice that she is awfully quiet and then I figure out why. Looking extremely guilty, she holds something in her hand. I stand up and ask, "Can I see what you have?" She looks at me and quickly puts it away. "What?" "Don't play stupid with me. You know very
"Can you tell Brad for me that I don't want to see him right now?" The disgust in Samantha's voice is so evident that it drips off of every word.Right now I just want to smack the crap out of her. Two days ago, they let her out of the hospital and now Brad is desperately trying to get Nicolette back by using all the power and money he has to influence the judge. Thing is, Samantha doesn't want to have anything to do with him now that he won't supply her the drugs she is itching for. When I went over there yesterday, a stranger was sitting on her couch and I could swear that he looked like a drug dealer, but I didn't say anything. I have more important things on my plate. Yesterday, I took a pregnancy test and it was positive, of course it had to happen just when I was starting my fashion design business. I even have connections in Milan and Rome now. "Well, Sam you have to grow up. I am n