Fiction|Drama|Adventure
Jenna’s Big Day — Episode 1
90 of 💯 — Jenna’s POV
I’ve decided to revisit a previous series to tweak/rewrite/make it way better. Enjoy.
Dust particles danced in the early morning rays as Jenna turned her face, covered with strands of deep chocolate hues into her soft pillow. The quaint farmhouse was silent other than the soft chirps of songbirds that drifted through the air — until the realization it was her seventeenth birthday.
In an effort to quickly free herself from her cozy cocoon, Jenna flung the fluffy, white down comforter aside. The blanket softly crashed into the floral wallpaper, collapsing in a jumbled heap on the hardwood floor.
In the span of a blink, she had darted through the doorway. Her fluorescent pink socks caused her to slide across the spotless floor and into the wall as she barreled like a runaway train for the stairway.
Brilliant white teeth dominated her tanned face as she anticipated the surprise awaiting her in the kitchen.
Actually, it was no surprise at all to Jenna as this was her one birthday request every year. Her mother’s prized blue ribbon cinnamon rolls.
Just the thought of the incredibly fluffy pastry packed with rich cinnamon and brown sugar, drizzled with creamy icing made her mouth water. Soon the heavenly aroma would flood every corner of the house.
Unintentionally sliding past the simple oak-framed mirror in the hallway, Jenna pulled up short. She paused before the youth beaming back at her. Taking a sky blue hair tie from her wrist, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and piled her long, wavy locks into a messy bun.
Satisfied she was somewhat presentable to the world, Jenna tucked a few stray curls behind her ear as she hurried towards the warm lighting emanating from the kitchen.
Excitement growing with each passing moment, her smile grew to match.
Jenna easily avoided the occasional creaking floorboard, a talent from years of traversing the halls as she bound closer to the inviting glow.
Her slender fingers clung to the kitchen door frame as momentum flung her into full view of her mother magically creating the most tender, fluffy cinnamon rolls imaginable.
Time stood still as Jenna’s honey-brown eyes grew to the size of moons. A small gasp escaped her lips at the vision that greeted her.
A generous dusting of flour and several broken eggs coated half of the kitchen. Her gaze was fixated on the two people who created her.
Her mother’s bloodied, limp form collapsed in a heap onto the marble linoleum. Her father (if you could call him that) stood towering over her, his face red and twisted with rage, his jaw rigid like granite, and scarred fists tightly clenched.
“Mama!”
Jayden’s eyes — glazed with hatred, shifted from his ex-wife’s body at his feet to his now-grown daughter.
Jenna took an unsteady step in retreat. “Dad? What are you doing here? When did you get out of prison?!”
“Well look at you, all growed up.” His body turned to face his daughter.
“How long’s it been, Geneva? Near seventeen years?” Jayden took a step towards Jenna. “Don’t you want to give your ol’ man a hug?” He took another menacing step towards his daughter, his strong arm outstretched in an unwelcome embrace.
Her chest heaving as she gulped quick breaths of oxygen, Jenna stumbled back a few more steps, bumping into the walnut table beside the couch.
Her eyes frantically darted from her mother’s body in a crumpled heap, to her father’s unholy eyes and wicked grin, then back to her beloved mother.
“Didn’t I say you’d both pay for your betrayal?!” Jayden roared as he advanced on his daughter.
Next: Mom’s Surprise
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