Chapter 36 help where least expected

…Tyler POV…
I wake up with Clara almost literally in my face, "Can't you stand any fucking closer."
"You can be glad that I am not sitting on your lap," Clara says with a wicked smile on her face.
"You will have a better chance of getting a hard-on than me," I taunt her back.
She gestures to Mark, and he smashes his fist into my face.
"I see you playing hard now?"
"Well, soft did not work."
I burst out laughing at her attempt to sound far meaner than before. "What are you going to do? Punch the shit out of me and hope I fall in love with you whoring ass?"
She nods at Mark, and he launches his fist into my cheek.
"I can do this all night long."
…Jenna POV…
We cannot find Tyler.
His phone is off, and there is no sign of him anywhere. Brooke firmly believes that he has been taken as the bathroom was in total disarray, and it is clear that there has been a struggle.
We have just stopped at the ranch, and there is no sign of him here either.
She looks at me with a nervous fear on her face, "Tyler is missing."
She pauses for a brief moment, then she speaks again, "Do you know where we can find this, Mark?"
I look at her in horror, "You surely don t think that he is behind this?"
"Well," she starts. "I cannot think that Sarah would have come back for him."
"But should she not be in jail?"
"No," I watch as Brooke drops her head to her feet. "She got away before we could find her." Once again, she goes quiet, "I phoned a friend to come help us look for Tyler."
"Is he a police officer?"
"Yes, he sort of is."
She shows for me to sit down next to her and come to move in a little closer, "Tyler is going to be fine."
Brooke is really acting oddly; there is a man that is 'not a police officer but is almost like one' coming over to help us. Now that is odd completely on its own, but I am not asking questions; if he is here to help, then I am not going to say a thing.
So it is very impatiently that I pace the kitchen floor, much to Brooke's frustration. If I thought that I was beyond scared, then she seems like she has seen death. I have never seen her this pale in my life before. She can barely hold two words together, let alone speak. She seems like she is heading for a full nervous breakdown.
I cannot be there for her because I am not even here for myself. I am scared back into seven Sundays that something bad has happened to Tyler. I want so much to go lay in a bundle and cry, but who is going to help him then if the two women in his life have fallen apart. So I have no choice but to hold on and stay strong. There cannot be something that is that worse that has happened to him. It is maybe just a robbery. Maybe he has gone to the hospital to get help. This guy will help us find everything out.
And it is this man that arrives at our door only, but a few minutes later, it is like he was around the damn corner; that is how fast he was. But if I think that Brooke would relax now, I am sadly mistaken; she has gone a new all-time crazy on me.
I only but look at this man and shake my head, "You are not a police officer; who are you?"
"Come sit with me, Jenna."
"Only because you aren't asking politely."
He only chuckles at me, and Brooke immediately shoots him with a dagger; he loudly clears his throat as he prepares to speak with me.
"There is something that we need to tell you about, Tyler."
I look at Brooke and furrow my brows; I am very much debating if I should snap at her because she knows what is going on or even I should even slap her for making me worry because she knows what is going on.
"I am listening. Do you know where he is?"
"We need to make sure first."
He stares at me intently as I frown at him as the questions are spinning through my mind.
"How do you know where he is?"
"We have been following for the last couple of days."
"What! You have been following us?"
"Yes, Tyler phone me and told me he thinks that someone is following him. He asked us just to keep an eye out for him."
"Then go get him!"
"He gave us the slip right after Tyler was taken into hospital."
There is a wave of newfound anger that grows over my body, not because they cannot find Tyler but because I have put him in danger. I should have never hidden the truth away from him; he would have known how to protect us. This would have never happened.
This is all my fault.
I need to find Mark.
…Tyler POV…
There is a part of me that cannot help but feel anger, anger that Jenna never told me about this guy. But then again, I never knew that Clara would do something this stupid. I guess that being blinded by love will make you do anything to the extreme. But as for Mark, this is all about revenge, and that is the most dangerous man that you will find.
I can only see this ending in one way, Clara knows that I shall never go back to her. Her only aim now is to hurt Jenna. It is rather ironic that our lives have come to this again. I never thought I would see my ass being captured by two psychos with a gun. Is love truly so powerful that you will kill for it? Well, I will die for Jenna without even blinking.
So here I am staring my fate in the face, or is this truly what fate has planned for me? Should I have been the one that died that day in the barn? Or is this just a bad case of karma that has come to bite me in the ass?
Whichever it is, today I am going to die.
…Jenna POV…
Mark was always very predictable, and one thing he also was is that he was Brendan s best friend. If anybody will know what Mark will do, then that would be Brendan. But he finds himself in jail; the question is, have they been in contact?
Though, Brendan nearly killed him when he heard about us. Will Mark really go see Brendan after all these years."
So I stare at Brooke with a newfound hope in my eyes, "We need to go to Brendan; he might know where Mark is."
Brooke only but shakes her head and looks at me with questioning eyes, "Please don t tell me it is another man you broke the law with?"
"No, he is the man that I left at the altar."
I hear Brooke mumble softly under her voice, "You really are a piece of work," then she raises her tone but a pitch, "For your sake, I hope that we find Tyler alive; I do not care if you are my sister-in-law."
Well, that came through loud and clear. This is all my fault.
It only takes us but five minutes, and we pile into Brooke s car; we are racing to the prison to speak to Brendan.
The drive is in dead silence; all I can hear is my heart beating against my chest. This is officially the worst day of my life.
Then as we get to the prison, Brooke tries to make me stay in the car, "You stay here, and I will go talk to him. You are only going to be a distraction."
"I am not staying in this car. Tyler is my husband; I am not sitting back and wait for something to happen."
"Yes, and he is my brother, and look what your sitting back got him in."
With a big huff, I get out of the car and start walking to the entrance. This woman is not going to pull her rank over me today. We are both here for the same reason; it is pointless that we fight over it.
It only takes Brooke a few minutes to convince the Warden to let us see Brendan. So as we walk down the cold corridors to the waiting room, I cannot help but think that this could have been me. But I quickly push that to the back of my head as I see Brendan walk into the room.
"I was wondering when you were going to come," he says with the worst wicked smile on his face."