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Harriet jerked in fear the moment Jonathan barged into the guestroom she was in, angrily. He stood at the door while glaring at the shaken up woman in distaste.

"You told her didn't you?" He asked in a calm tone which got the woman more worried than scared. His eyes were still dark, his body tensed but his voice smooth. It made her worried.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," she denied, and visibly swallowed as she rose up from the chair she had been sitting on.

Jonathan scoffed. "I'm not stupid, Ma'am."

She gasped. "You've never referred to me as ma'am before."

"That's because you mean nothing to me after the stunt you just pulled, and do you know that you could be arrested as an accomplice? I guess you don't, but once we capture your daughter, don't be surprised when you're arrested."

Jonathan left the room while the woman stayed perplexed. She bit her fingernails as her eyes glanced at every corner of the room. She rubbed her face with shaking fingers then laced them over her parted lips. She glanced down at her phone that sat on the chair and grimaced.

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Jenna hissed in pain as she parked the car by a river bank. She got out of the car, fell to the ground and groaned. The short haired woman sat back and leaned on the side of the hot car with her face contorted in pain while her body broke out in heavy sweats and her breathing changed from normal to short breaths.

The injured woman slowly and carefully took off her jacket, held her bitten and bleeding arm with her good hand then looked up at the sky in more pain. She stared at the deep teeth marks on her arm and grimaced. She used her finger and probed the holes and cried out in pain.

"Oh, my God," she breathed out in pain and hissed then tore a piece of her shirt, which she used as a makeshift bandage for her injured arm.

Jenna leaned back on the car and shut her eyes tight against the pain and succumbed to the pull of sleep on her. Hoping and praying that everything would turn out better.

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Few hours later, Jenna woke up to a dark twinkling sky and crickets chirping, with extra pain on her arm, sweaty and shivering body, blurred vision and a fever. She looked down at her body and found herself laying on the ground, curled up and shivering.

She groaned and tiredly sat up and clutched her chest with her uninjured hand as she kept shivering. Jenna began to cough and propped her elbow on the foot of the car door, and hoisted herself up until she sat down inside the car.

With dull and tired eyes, she looked around the sandy riverbank. She pressed her temple when it ached and began to weep as the condition she was in, started becoming unbareable for her. She stood up, wincing in-between and climbed into the car and closed the door then folded her arms due to harsh cold, while her face was pale and eyes irritated from crying.

"T-There h-has to be a p-phone in here," she stuttered and weakly searched the car until she found an Android phone on the floor of the passenger seat, which brought a huge smile on her face.

Jenna picked the phone up with pale and shaking hands then whispered a short prayer of gratitude when she saw that the battery was full. She tapped the dialer and tapped in a number then called it.

The phone rang for a moment before her call was accepted, making Jenna place the phone quickly to her ear and exhale in satisfaction.

"G-Gloria?"

"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.

"You're so smart but you still don't get it, do you? Well, the moment you've received enough treatment, you'll be taken to prison. And this medical treat is the last ounce of care I'll give to you because I'm preparing the divorce papers," Jonathan stated drily, which made Jenna's breath hitch out of shock.

"No, you can't do this to me, Jon. I really love you and I did all of these for us. I did this because I love you so much," Jenna confessed as her eyes brimmed with tears. "Don't let them take me away, please. I won't do it again, I promise. I'll be a loving woman."

Jonathan felt his eyes prick from tears but blinked away when he heard his wife plead in dismay. He sniffed, muttered to himself and silently walked out of the room after staring down at his open palm.

Jenna laid back on the bed and began to kick her legs under the blanket as she cried out. She paused and pulled out the IV needles out of her arm, got off the bed and almost tripped but steadied herself then made her way to the door, all the while hissing in pain. She touched the door handle and yanked the door open, she was met with the backs of two strong officers who turned, picked her up with her arms, making her struggle with them until they handcuffed her to the bed.

"Let me go! I need my husband! He's my husband, don't you know? We love each other and we need to go home, please," Jenna pleaded as they walked away and left the room, leaving her weeping. "Please, don't go."

Few minutes later, Jenna was silent with her emotionless gaze fixed the ceiling. Her eyes pricked when she heard voices outside her room and waited till the door was opened by a nurse who walked in with an officer.

From her peripheral, she watched as the nurse set out her pills and an injection which she injected into the IV bag while the officer removed the cuffs from her wrist. Jenna could feel the flow of the change of drug in her veins while the nurse picked up a foam cup of water and a small cap that contained her pills.

"Your pills," the nurse softly said, and Jenna sat up, took the pills and the foam cup. "I want to see you take it."

Jenna gritted her teeth, raised the cup to her mouth, tossed the pills into her mouth, then took water after tucking the pills under her tongue. She handed the cup back and laid back down, backing them where she feigned sleep. Soon enough, she heard them leave the room, she took that as her cue to spit out the pills and place inside of her pillow case.

"Why are they giving me medications like I am sick. I am not," she muttered and sighed. "I can't let Jonathan get away with the way he's treating me. I am his wife, he should respect my sacrifices. After cheating on me, he had the audacity to give me a divorce? Who's the bitch that's controlling him? No, I can't lie here and let Jonathan get away with this."

Jenna looked around the room until she saw a wall clock that read 10:45pm. She touched her bandaged arm and groaned then smirked when an idea popped up in her head. She inhaled deeply and exhaled then started to scream, which got the officers to rush in.

She removed the needle from her arm and got off the bed, despite the dizziness and clutched her hair while mumbling useless words. She watched from under her lashes as one of the confused officers walked towards her until he was directly beside her.

"I'm scared, sir. Please don't hurt me," she pleaded and watched sympathy cross his eyes. "C-Can you carry me back to the bed?"

The man craned his head in confusion, as he wondered why she would ask that when she willing left the bed, but gasped when she fainted. The man picked her up bridal style from the cold floor and slowly got her back on the hospital bed. He sighed in exhaustion and covered her up then left the room with the other officer.

Jenna cracked her eyes open, pulled her injured arm from under the blanket and cocked the cold gun she had taken from the officer's vest. She sat up, moved her legs to the edge of the bed and got off, while pointing the gun at the door.

"One, two, three. Walk in," she whispered.

As she expected, the man rushed into the room but she pulled the trigger at that moment, which alerted the other cop who rushed in with his gun poised but got shot too. Jenna stood straight and ignored the panic from outside. She scoffed as she walked over the dead bodies and left the room with the gun poised in front of her.

She hid behind a turn when she heard the noises from other police officers. She cocked the gun again, breathed hard then moved into their direction and opened fire at them, getting them before they got her. She began to jog her way through the hallways, constantly hiding and ducking from other security guards and officers.

The brown eyed woman looked up at the security camera facing her and blew a kiss then ran off, with the gun still poised in between her hands. She raced until she found herself at the back of the building, then out on a dark street.

She looked at the area for any sign of a moving vehicle but found none. She raked her fingers through her hair and began to run again but towards the direction of the road.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw a taxi approaching and stared down at the weapon then instantly hid it behind her. She looked down at her hospital robe in thought but waved at the car until it pulled over. She boarded it and nodded at the driver who just gave her a weird look.

"Ma'am, where are you-Wait, aren't you that wanted murderer?!" The man panicked and started reaching for his phone but Jenna stopped him and pointed the gun to his head.

"Get out," she stressed and he raised his hands up in surrender before he nodded. "Give me the keys and get out slowly and run. Make one mistake and you'll die here."

The man nodded, removed the key, handed it to her and rushed out of the car and ran away, screaming. She scoffed, got out and boarded the car again. Just as she gripped the steering wheel, her eyes came in contact with her ring-less left hand, causing her to gape at it in shock.

"My ring. What happened to my ring? I don't remember taking it off," she said and frowned after a few seconds thoughtful silence. "Jonathan Hanks."

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