I was on the hunt. 

Jenna was going to be buried in the ground today or at least lying on the floor screaming in agony while she wished she was. She hurt my mom, she tried to come between Cameron and me, and she had been playing me since the first day we met. 

She messed with the wrong female this time.

Cameron started blowing up my phone a few seconds after I left the house.  I kept ignoring his calls and sending them to voicemail. He must have been the phone call my mom made when I left.  It figured she would call him right away. She always called him when she couldn't get through to me. I didn't have time for someone to try to convince me to calm down.  I was so fucking past that point. 

I wanted to cause Jenna tremendous amounts of pain. I wanted to watch her suffer. Nothing I could do to her would ever come close to the torment she inflicted on my mom, but that wasn't going to stop me from trying to even the score.

Driving around town for two straight hours looking for her had me totally ballistic. I stopped by her apartment and pounded on her door for twenty minutes, screaming obscenities through the lock.   I called her phone and texted without a single response back.  There was no way I was going to give up and just let this be.

I parked in a grocery store parking lot to take a breath and plot my next move.  The pure, unfiltered rage building inside my body was taking its toll on my mental health. If I kept obsessively searching for her this way, then I was going to land myself right back into the psych ward.  The all too familiar signs of an imminent breakdown were roaring through my head like a freight train.

I had come to a crossroads and had to make a decision. Should I tuck my tail between my legs and go home so I wouldn't lose myself again? Or should I see this through until the end? Would I feel guilty if I choose my own sanity over revenge for what she did to my family?  Would I ever be able to live with myself if I just let her walk away like nothing happened?

My scattered, unconnected thoughts were racing through my brain.  It was becoming too much for me to handle on my own.  I needed to take a breath and call Cameron so he could talk me off the ledge again.

I checked the clock on my phone and realized that I had spent the last three hours trying to track down that evil bitch.  It was surprising that I had been able to hold myself together this long. I laid my head on my steering wheel and was seconds from imploding. I let out a violent scream from deep within my body until my throat was raw and burning.

I picked up the phone to dial Cameron. That was when I saw I had missed an alert on my phone. 

"Group Meeting in 15 minutes" was the message that popped up on my screen.

This was a sign. My decision had been made for me and I broke out in maniacal laughter as I stared down at the screen. Now I knew exactly where I was going to find her.  

I threw my car into drive and headed straight for the administrative building across town where our group meetings were held. I pulled sideways into the parking lot, taking up three spots.  I didn't even bother to close the driver's side door behind me when I got out.  There was no time to waste. I had to get to her.

Storming up the stairs to the building, I ripped the door open and stalked into the room where the group was seated already in progress.   Jenna was talking to the group, telling them her made-up version of the story.  She looked up at me and smiled ruthlessly when she saw me.

She had the nerve to wink at me right before she continued her sob story and turned on her professional acting skills in front of the group.

Jenna knew exactly why I was here today.

I sat down on one of the empty chairs and leaned back confidently.  I wanted to hear this ridiculous twisted tale she was weaving.  What lie was she going to make up now?

"It was really bad. I started using again when Ezra left me. He practically pushed the needle into my arm when he said goodbye that day. The woman he was with was awful. She claimed that horrible, annoying little girl was his to get him back." Jenna smirked in my direction proudly.

"That must have been very hard for you." The group leader interjected as he comforted her.

"It was. It really was. The nasty woman kept coming after me for no reason and tried to hurt me. She even made up lies to get me arrested and thrown in jail when I caught her messing around on him. She was supposed to be working and instead, she was getting it on with a group of guys at a bar. I took a video of it for proof to show him. After he saw it, he started coming back around me again. He told me how much he loved me and he was sorry he hurt me. He called me last night to tell me that he never loved her or the little whiney brat she pinned him with. He said he is tired of lying to everybody about our relationship. Ezra is going to leave her and come back to marry me. He says he is ready to leave his old life behind to start the one he should have had with me. My baby came back to me. He loves me so much." Jenna fake cried tears of happiness for her audience.

If I was crazy, then she was nuttier than squirrel shit. She was such an expert at lying that she actually believed herself. Jenna was about to get a dose of reality.

"Why did you stop? Keep going. I'm sure they would love to hear more about how my dad wants to leave my mom to be with you." My angry voice cut through the kind words of support being offered to her by everyone else in the room. 

The whole room turned to look at me like they hadn't heard me correctly. 

Jenna's eyes widened and she shook it away, trying to recover quickly. Having me disrupt her delusions was not a part of her master plan. Her face contorted as she snarled at me. She looked more like the girl from the video instead of the person I used to call my friend.

"There you go. Show everyone who you really are." I leaned down with my elbows on my knees.

"Shut your mouth, you whore." Jenna spat at me.    

I glanced around the room at the oohs and ahhs.  It was like a high school cafeteria. I was waiting for some meathead to run out and start screaming "Fight".

"Come on, Jenna, I want to hear what happened after my dad left you."

She froze in place when I used her actual name.

"Jessa, are you high right now? I know you have been off your medication for a long time now and are using again. This group is for people who want to get better, not people pretending to be." She tried to throw it back at me.

It was a pathetic attempt.  Good and Bad Jessa were laughing at her in my head.  I was glad the girls decided to come out to witness this. They deserved a little bit of fun today.

"Did I hit a nerve, Jenna? Do you not want to tell everyone what you did to my mom? Remember what you said. This place is for the people who want to get better. Not the one's pretending to be." I taunted her.

"You need help, Jessa." She said, clutching her hand to her chest like she was worried about me.    

"You're one to talk.  How could you do that to her?"  I rose to my feet. The hysterical calm I had felt earlier left my body. It was time to give her what she deserved. We had been playing this game long enough, no more stalling.

I made my way over to her chair and stood tall over her.  My Miller temper was seeping out of my pores like sweat.  The red anger overtook my body like it never had before.

"How could I what?"  She asked innocently.

"You know what you did. You're not cute, Jenna."  I glared down at her. 

"I didn't do anything that your mommy didn't deserve." Jenna was practically begging me to hit her.

"You set up a group of guys to rape her and you sliced her open while someone held her down.  She almost died because you're fucking crazy."  I screamed in her face.

"She stole him from me. Ezra loves me."  She defended.

"He never loved you.  It was always her.  You were just there. What kind of sick twisted bitch sets up another woman to be raped?  You deserve to rot in jail for what you did to her.  You tried to break her because you were not woman enough to hold a man." 

"You stupid little girl, I didn't just blame her.  It was your fault too. It was just a whole lot easier to get to her first." Jenna stood up on her feet.  "Maybe I should have let my boys have you that night instead of her. They would all have had their dicks inside you while your daddy put his in me."

I swung hard with a closed fist and all the strength I had. I was hoping I would shatter her bones when I connected. My arm came crashing down towards her face and she flopped to the ground.  She landed hard against the tile floor.  Jenna was groaning as she leaned up on her elbows to spit blood from her mouth. 

"You're fucking sick,"  I screamed as I climbed on top of her. My fists smashed into her face repeatedly as she clawed and scratched at me.

I pulled her hair with one hand and continued my assault on her bloody face with the other. I lost count of how many times my fist landed. My knuckles had split open and were bleeding from the brutal blows. My blood was mixing in with the blood gushing from her mouth, but I didn't even give a fuck. I could break all the bones in my hand and it wouldn't have mattered as long as she was writhing on the floor in pain.

Jenna wasn't going to walkout of this door alive.