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A silent and blank faced Harriet, stared at Jonathan's back as they stood in the center of his bedroom. She kept her saddened eyes on him while playing with her fingers, and swallowed occasionally when she saw how his back and shoulders moved up and down in heated anger. She blinked when it seemed like tears were about to fall down her cheeks before she sighed and walked over to the man looking out the room window.

"I'm really sorry that she turned out like this," she said and stood beside him. "Jenna has always been the kind of child who never joked with what belongs to her. At first when she was little, we thought maybe it was an ordinary tantrum but, as she grew, it turned into something else."

Harriet bowed her head when Jonathan glanced at her then returned his gaze out the window. She cleared her throat, contemplating on telling him more about the woman he had married.

"We've never said this to anyone but when Jenna was sixteen, she had this boy she really liked in her class. When she stared dating him, though we were against it but we got over it soon when we saw that she was happy with him. Soon enough, she found out that he had cheated on her with another classmate. That was when it all started.

"Jenna wasn't over the fact that he cheated and even he wanted to breakup at that time. She made it clear to us a lot that she was not going to let him go, she was being too possessive and bratty. She monitored him, knew everything he did and it got to the point that Jenna started threatening the girl he was dating, even almost running her over but failed. The girl moved away after-" she paused to exhale then realized that Jonathan now had his full attention on her.

His darkened brown eyes that held nothing but anger were trained on her face, waiting patiently for what she was about to say.

She sighed. "My husband and I paid her family to move away just to satisfy Jenna's demand. Well, she demanded that we do that. She was our only child, so we didn't want to hurt her and decided to give in to her demands every time. So, the girl went away and Jenna was happy but the boy wasn't. Jenna forced him to get back with her, which he did after sometime but later moved on with another girl.

"Jenna went into another fit that caused her to actually harm herself, she became sort of suicidal, and when the boy knew about it, he said it was her fault and that the girl he was with was far more better," the woman covered her face as she began to cry softly. She felt Jonathan's hand on her shoulder but shrugged it off. Ignoring the dry snort from the man by her side.

"We found out that Jenna ended up sending thugs to the girl, beat her up and almost killed her. Of course, the boy knew that she was responsible and threatened to call the authorities but we did otherwise. We actually used his parents to blackmail him which made him drop everything he had against us. We moved away from London and came here to New York," she narrated and Jonathan shook his head in disbelief then backed away, running his fingers through his hair. He muttered a few incohorent words, mixing them up with a dry chuckle.

Harriet wiped her cheeks hurriedly and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around her body and folded her lips inward, trying to hold back the bout of cry that was threatening to let lose.

"We thought everything had stopped but Jenna started behaving odd. We had to force her to see a psychiatrist who later told us that Jenna was diagnosed with BPD," she stated.

"Borderline Personality Disorder?" Jonathan said, blinking rapidly and looking around the expanse of the room. "That explains her irritability and lack of trust in our relationship, when it comes to other women, including the way she feels so insecure. For a moment, I thought it was just harmless jealousy. But..." He rubbed his face. "Oh, God."

"Truly, and I can't help but feel that it was our fault that she turned out like this. We gave her too much privileges, and she feels that she deserves everything when she wants it. I'm really sorry. Even when we had her take martial art classes, she did not get over her problems," the older adult pleaded and Jonathan chuckled drily with a scowl on his face.

"You're apologizing?" Jonathan asked with his head craned. "Are you really apologizing, Harriet? Did your empty apology resurrect the one woman who has always been by my side when I was nothing?" He circled around the weeping woman, face strongly masked in anger. "Has your apology also brought that innocent nurse and that woman at the club back? No! It didn't and it won't, so take it back and swallow the deed of your hands!" Jonathan barked angrily, brushed past the woman and left the room with a bang of the door.

"What do I do?" Harriet dropped to the smooth floor and gripped the sides of her short hair. "How do I undo all of these? Why did we raise her like this? I am such a horrible parent." She broke down, crying out softly and sniffing in between.

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Jonathan marched angrily towards the living room, picked up his phone and dialed a number. After a few seconds of it ringing, he cleared his throat.

"Start the search, I want that murderer captured!" He ordered and ended the call, he looked around the room angrily then tossed the phone across the room, turned the table upside down and broke a few vases around.

"BPD or not, Jenna you'll pay for what you've done. Marriage or not," he uttered and pulled out the wedding band around his finger and raised it close to his face, staring at it skeptically. "I wanted a happily ever after, not this and I don't care if I still love you, but you've done enough harm."

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Jenna walked back and forth in the bedroom as the reporter on the television spoke out the fact that she was wanted for three murders. She stopped in her tracks and laced her shaking fingers together while breathing irregularly and sweating profusely in every part of her body.

"What am I going to do?" She asked herself and started pacing again. She ruffled her short red hair and pressed her cheeks with her hands. "God, please save me. How do I escape all of these?"

The house phone rang, causing her to jerk in fear before staring at the ringing device on the side table by the bed. She swallowed and walked over to it, she hesitantly touched the phone and raised it to her ear.

"H-Hello?"

"Baby! Thank God I got you!"

Jenna gasped. "Mama! Mommy, I swear I am innocent! I didn't do anything, they made me do it and now I'm scared. Mommy, I'm really scared. I don't want to die."

"Baby, you won't die as long as I am here for you, okay? Now, listen. Your husband has sent the cops over there. He knows where you are and you have to go away from there. I want you to find some where to stay until I contact you again, okay?"

Jenna sniffed. "Mom, please come help me fast. I don't want them to get me. Please, mommy."

"Do as I say, Jenna. They could be there any minute. Run, Jenna. Run!"

Jenna dropped the phone the moment she heard car tyres screeching outside, and the noises of car doors closing and heavy body movements. She smacked her hands on her mouth and stared breathing heavily while her heart beat fast.

"Come out of the house, Mrs. Hanks! You're surrounded and there's no way out but for you to surrender!"

She heard a familiar voice say through a megaphone before she shook her head, ran over to the closet and pulled out a back pack, ran to the bathroom where her gun was, grabbed it, tucked it behind her, then walked back to the room where she pulled out a section of the vanity table. She gazed at the gun and two daggers, grabbed them and placed them inside the backpack.

Jenna jumped when there was a loud pound on the front door. She wore the back pack, raced over to the other side of the room where her katana was hanging. She took it, strapped it over her backpack and opened the window of the room. She looked around the area that had tall trees and shrubs that stretched further into the thick and dark woods, before carefully jumping out of the window.

As if on cue, the cops barged into the room, saw her and began to open fire
on her as she dodged in a crouched posture, and ran off into the woods. Jenna raced speedily, ignoring the way the little leaves and branches scratched and flogged her arms and face. She yelped and bowed her head when another round of shots were fired alongside the close voices of the officers and even barking dogs.

Jenna raced faster and while she did that, she tripped over a growing stem from a large tree, then looked over her shoulder when she saw the guard dogs running towards her with their leaking teeth bared in dangerous grins. She frowned, pulled out her katana blade from the sheath, stood up and took a stance.

When the animals got close, she swooshed her blade across their bodies, killing them instantly with her weapon, but another one of the burly dogs jumped over her and bit down on her arm, making her yell in pain but ended up stabbing the dog in its side. She looked down at the dead dogs then up at the opening ahead of her when she heard another set of barks and calls of the cops.

Jenna shook her head, sheathed her blade and ran off with her wounded arm clutched by the good one. Soon enough, she found herself on the gravelled ground of a street and was almost hit by a car. She went over to the driver's side, pulled out her gun and yanked the door open.

"Get out or eat a bullet!" She yelled and the young man nodded and immediately got out.

Jenna boarded the car and drove off in speed. She took off her backpack and dumped her gun on the passenger seat beside her then started banging the steering wheel hard.

"Damn it! Damn it!" She hissed and increased the speed of the car. "You just made a stupid mistake, Jonnie. A very huge mistake, and I am not joking anymore! How dare you repay me with this betrayal after everything I have done for you! I saved our marriage! Don't you get it?!" She elbowed the window and hissed out in pain before pushing her wounded hand to her stomach and drove on.

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