Jenny’s POV
Could my life get any better than this?
Yes it can.
My father was finally dead. No longer able to hurt us anymore. No longer controlling every breath that we take. No longer keeping us prisoners in this depressing town.
My life is just about to get so much better after my mom and I escape to live with my aunt in Canada.
Our plan was set, we were just waiting for the town to open up again and for the people to come to a peaceful understanding.
Our passports were ready, we just needed to book a flight to Toronto where my aunt lives.
She was so thrilled when I told her what came of my father and that we were coming to live with her soon.
I still remember the day me and my mom sneaked out of town; behind my father’s back, to Fairbanks to issue our passports, about a year ago.
It couldn’t have been done without the help of my only friend in this town, Megan.
Megan wasn’t a walker nor
Jenny’s POVI was laying on my bed, watching a Turkish series I saw on Netflix on my phone when we were locked for three days before my father died. And I became addicted to it. They had different kinds of drama than the Americans. And their language really sounded so appealing, I even picked up a few words. What really lured me into Turkish series was the depth of love they showed in their emotions. Not just between a man and a woman, but between family too. They had very strong attachments and loyalty to each other. Something I would never know as I was only loyal to my mother, out of the whole family.I was hooked into one of the episodes, when a knock on our front door caused me to panic all of a sudden, I don’t know why, but a guest this late at night cannot come bearing good news.I paused the episode and walked towards my room door.“Call Jennifer into the living room, I want to speak with her” I heard my uncle’s
Jenny’s POVMy own shot at happiness just got replaced by a life time of more suffering and pain.It was nothing new really. The only thing that will be new is the man who will take over from my father and uncle, and become the new master of my misery.Alex Snow.That man will make my life a living hell. Especially after my father’s betrayal and his hand in getting Isaac Snow killed.He will take out all his anger and rage on me.My death wish will probably be granted sooner rather than later.I collapse on the floor and break into hard long sobs.My mom goes to my bathroom, takes a clean towel, and kneels down next to me to stop the bleeding from the deep knife cut on my collarbone.As she presses lightly, I sob louder, my pain mixing with my torment.She cries along with me but doesn’t say anything to calm me down.She lets me cry for a long time as she works on my wound.At some
Jenny’s POVWe ride in complete silence on our way back to my new prison/hell, his family house.After the marriage ritual was over, we simply headed out of the church, Alex ordered me without even glancing my way “Get in the car”And I followed his order like the good obedient girl I promised I would be until I get mom out of town. After that, I don’t fucking care what happens to me.He and my uncle exchanged a few words I couldn’t hear as Alex moved my two huge suitcases into the back of his SUV, then we drove off alone.My insides were churning with anxiety. I clutched my hands on my small black purse very tightly to keep them from shaking and give away how extremely scared I really was.I kept my head turned towards the window and refused to spare him the slightest glance.Just a few minutes before we reach his home; which was a little far from the heart of the town, my stomach made an embarrassing ru
Alex’s POVI knock on the front door and wait for Sara to open it.I look at Jennifer from the corner of my eye, she composed herself and wiped away all the disdain and resentment from her face as she wore a rather blank expression.She was slightly still shaking as I looked down at her hands which were clenched tightly at her sides.Per my command, she kept her eyes down the entire time.Sara opened the door with a slight smile and backed away to let us in.I walk inside with her following behind me.I go right, round the corner and enter straight into the family living room where mom, April, Lucas, David, and Mathew were gathered.They all stood up as we entered the room.“This is Jennifer, she will be living with us from this moment onward as my wife” I simply said and looked at each one of them.The only person I told about my decision before heading out this morning was my mother.I h
Jenny’s POVAs soon as Sara closed the door to Alex’s room, I heard someone shout in rage, and I slightly flinched at the unexpected high sound.“Are you out of your freaking mind Alex? Why the hell did you bring that asshole’s daughter here?”If I had to guess who that voice belonged to, I’d go ahead and say it was Lucas. Judging from the look of pure hatred he was directing at me in the living room, he was not so happy with me moving in here, apparently.That whole introduction in the living room freaked the hell out of me.I was more than glad to leave and come to this room where no one can do anything to me, well, except for Alex.I couldn’t help but notice that the person who killed my father wasn’t in the room. It was finally confirmed, it must have been Jacob, the middle son.My gut told me they must have sent him away to protect him. Since I knew he was the murderer, they assumed
Jenny’s POVAfter an hour inside the walk in closet, I finally finished unpacking.I sneaked a look at Alex’s clothes, just out of curiosity.There wasn’t a single light colored item in there. It was mostly black, grey, and dark blue.I took out my medical bag; which was the last thing left inside one of the suitcases, and headed out into the bedroom.My bag should be accessible easily at anytime so it would have to be somewhere close. It used to be on my nightstand in my old room, next to my bed.I had no idea where I will be sleeping, but his bed was off limits for so many reasons.I opted to put it on the dresser instead.Just as I placed it, my phone rang on the table.My stomach rolled and heaved at the name I saw displayed on the screen.It was Simon, my cousin.I refused the call immediately, went to my contacts, and blocked his number.I had no idea why he was calling me and
Jenny’s POVIf I wanted more proof that this was going to be my own personal hell, it’s staring down at me now in the form of roast beef.I hate nothing more than that meal. I’m not a red meat person. Minced meat is okay, in addition to chicken , but large thick pieces of cooked meat cannot physically go down my throat.I had to gulp down every single bite with water. And even that was proving difficult, because I was feeling nauseous for eating something I dislike so much.I couldn’t speak and say I don’t want to eat it, because I hate it. It would be rude. And Alex would be pissed off and take it out on me. I’d rather piss him off over something more worthy than that.If someone notices my weird eating behavior, no one comments on it. I wouldn’t know though, because I never lifted my eyes further than my plate.Despite the small piece I scooped into my plate, it never seemed to end, no matter how m
Jenny’s POV*An hour ago*I resisted the urge to slam the door to Alex’s room loudly after I stormed out of that dining room.I was so pissed off at him for making me sit through dinner when I wanted nothing more than to leave it.You just wait two more days Alex Snow, I’ll show you what it’s really like trying to control me.I pace back and forth, trying to empty all my negative feelings.My body was still hurting all over but the dominant pain at this point was my collarbone cut.I grab my pajamas from the closet and head towards the bathroom.I take off the dress I was wearing all morning and gasp in fright at the sight of my naked body.If I thought I looked like a zombie at dawn, I was so wrong.Now, I’m officially a god damn zombie.All my bruises turned from red or light blue, to dark purple.It was dreadful to look at.I removed my bandage and took a look