Jenny (Babysitter's Club 5)

The only thing I’m sure of at this very moment is that she’s not allowed around them, not until they’re old enough to defend themselves. At which time, I will be telling them the truth so that they can make up their own minds, but I have no plans to poison them against her.

I did feel a slight pang of survivor’s guilt. I’m the one who survived the destruction of our marriage. I’m sitting in my dining room in the multi-million dollar home my parents had passed onto me with my future wife, while she was in a jail cell.

I got a bit of a start when I realized that for all that, it felt like Jenny and I had been together for a while; in reality, it had only been a few weeks. I think the steam that carried our relationship this far this fast was our history together. The history that had somehow driven Lauren over the edge.

I’ve had some guilt over that too, but the truth is, I hadn’t done anything wrong. Whatever happened was all in Lauren’s head, something I cannot and will not hold myself responsible for. It was a tough choice to make in the beginning, especially when I took into account that she might indeed be suffering from some kind of mental breakdown.

But when I added all the facts together, I would be remiss in my duties as a father if I subjected my girls to her and what she may or may not do to them in the future to get back at me. And the fact that some other guy had his dick in her is a hard fucking no for me.

I’m no prude. I wasn’t a virgin when we met, and neither was she, though she tried to play one until I called her on her shit back at the beginning of our relationship. But after we took vows, I took that to mean we were both off the market. I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks about my decision to cut her off completely. I’m not the kind of guy who can accept that type of betrayal.

“Don’t look at me like that, whatever it is that’s going on in your head, I didn’t do it.” I guess I was staring at her like I would strangle the shit out of her if she ever even tried that shit.

“And you’d better not.”

Time to stop thinking about the past and enjoy the present while looking forward to the future. “That’s better.” Now she’s reading minds.

Lauren

“Oh shit, I don’t need this shit. Call an ambulance. Lady, what did you do to yourself?” I watched him through the blood that ran down into my eyes as he unlocked the cell door and stepped inside. His partner or whoever was there with him came running with a phone to his ear.

“Shit, we’re not gonna hear the end of this one.”

“How is this our fault? Were we supposed to sit on top of her? Hey, can you hear me?” I didn’t acknowledge him just kept gazing off somewhere above his head.

The pain in my face and neck was bearable, but I knew in a few minutes it won’t be. I’d calculated correctly, and his calling for an ambulance confirmed my suspicion that the local jail didn’t come equipped with a hospital. It wasn’t like some prisons where the two were connected.

This would make escaping even easier. Shit, I should’ve hurt my hands so that they wouldn’t think of cuffing me to the hospital bed once we got there. But then again, if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to do what I have to later.

I endured the pain by thinking about my revenge. All the way to the hospital and while I was being poked and prodded. I knew they would keep me overnight for fear of a lawsuit if something went wrong, and from the conversation, I overheard between the two officers, neither of them was too pleased about a hospital watch on Xmas eve.

I had to keep thinking, but my thoughts became jumbled every few seconds. As long as they didn’t figure out my medical history and stick me in a padded room somewhere, I could work with this. I already had two things in my favor.

One, the officer who was eventually stuck with guarding me seemed to have a close association with his phone and whatever game he was playing on it. And two, he was a male. I just need one bathroom break. Something else that would work in my favor was the fact that my room was on the first floor.

I took it all in as the doctor looked me over. My heart rate was up, which gave credence to the fact that I was in pain and discomfort even though the cut on my forehead wasn’t as bad as the amount of blood I’d lost made it seem.