Day to Unravel-A Supernatural Fanfiction (Pt 3)

Chapter 8: The Rodgers

2014

"You can't keep me from seeing her!"

"That's not what I'm doing and you know it."

"Then why don't you want me to go?"

"Because you'll help her with the case."

"I won't," Jenna promised. "I just want to see her."

Christopher shook his head. "That house is too alluring," he told her. "You won't be able to resist."

"You sound like friggin' Shakespeare," Jenna replied, sneering. "And I will be able to, Christopher."

"Why do I feel like you're lying to me?" Christopher asked quietly.

Their marriage has had a great five years. And it still was. But Christopher could sense Jenna's grip slipping on the promise she made. He had started to notice her patience wearing thin. She was dying to help Lindsay.

Ever since her sister's disappearance back in 2012.

"You think I'd sneak off?" Jenna demanded, her snowy cheeks reddening. "Why don't you trust me?"

Christopher shook his head, defeated. "That's not what I meant." Though she had done it before when her friend Cameron ended up in the hospital. "And I do trust you. You know I do."

"A long time ago, yeah," she muttered, answering his unspoken statement.

"You're still having visions, so I understand why you want to help---"

"You have no idea!" Jenna exploded.

"Babe---"

"You've never actually seen what goes on in here!" She jabbed at her temple. "I've told you but that so doesn't count. Do you know how hard it is to ignore that?"

Christopher didn't know if she meant the fact that he couldn't see the visions or if she meant the visions themselves. He was used to her outbursts, in any case. She had more than she's ever had since their wedding. He didn't mind. Jenna was the volatile one in their relationship.

He was the steady one.

"I see it every day," he told her. "I see how hard it is for you to keep your promise."

His gentle assurance seemed to take the heat out of her argument. Jenna dropped to the couch, her lip trembling. Christopher sat next to her.

"What do I do now?" she whispered.

"Whatever you think is best," he told her.

"That's not fair."

"That's plenty fair."

"But I want to help. I need to help."

Christopher swallowed the lump in his throat. He had a feeling this would happen. Well, it was good while it lasted.

"Then help," he told her.

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