Chapter 43 no matter the distance

We have just come under fire at the location where the signal of Brendan s phone is. After a brief gun battle, we have discovered that Jenna is no longer here. All that is left here is a note, a note that is nothing but a bunch of numbers.
I am never going to find Jenna.
Then the fountains erupt; there are tears that tickle my eyes and come streaming down my face. They are flooding my eyes and drowning my mind. I have never in all my life felt so much pain; agony is not even a word that can define. She is gone from me; she is lost. She has been ripped away from me by a monster.
The hell with life; life is not fair and will kick you in the gut when you least expect it. It has taken the only woman that I will ever love and ripped her out of my hands. He did not ask; he did not demand; he just took. He took what was not his. He is destroying a life. He is destroying a love, and most of all, he is destroying hope. It crushes my heart. It stabs me in the heart with a thousand knives.
There is an icy coldness that has now set over my heart. There is sadly and bitterly, not even a warmth in my body. I feel completely dead. He has been waiting for this; he has planned this for so long. He was hiding in the corner, getting ready to come. And now he has taken her.
Has this always been our fate?
There is no such thing as fate. Yes, I am fated to be alone now, but is being alone what I truly choose? I cannot live without Jenna, and I have made this very well-known. My life without her is nothing but getting lost in a maze without any sight of getting out.
Where do we even go from here?
I sit here and try to get my emotions together; I am supposed to be a man that is strong. But I cannot be strong if my body is failing me. I am barely able to keep my head up. The fight has taken so much of me. The effects of my injuries are starting to get worse. But I cannot show it; I cannot show that I am weak.
So I slowly rise from the bed, but I stumble backward, and my body crashes to the floor. This cannot be happening; it cannot happen now. Brooke will never let me help search for Jenna if she truly knows that something is wrong.
As I realize that nobody has seen me falter, I get up from the floor and make my way to the kitchen, where the Marshall is busy on his phone. I look at Brooke and shrug my shoulders, "What is going on?"
"We are tracing it; it seems to be a phone number."
"Phone number for whom?"
Brooke only but shakes her head, "We do not know that yet. We are waiting for confirmation."
With that, I go and start scratching in the pockets of all the men that are lying dead on the floor. Yes, it is a rather awful thing to do, but anything might lead us to a clue.
What I cannot understand is how Brendan has all this firepower behind him. Is this why Jenna does not want me to find her? Something does give me an idea that this is not the last of it.
But I push that to the back of my head as the Marshall drops his call and faces us, "This number belongs to a man called Rowan Sloane."
"Well," I look at him with my questioning eyes, "Who the hell is he?"
The Marshall drops his head and tries to avoid eye contact, by I ask him once again, "Who is he?"
"He is some Mafia drug lord. I am guessing that he is the man that got Brendan out of prison."
"Have they spoken to the Warden?"
"Yes, he is not saying anything. We will have to go on the hunch that this is the man that is helping Brendan to get away." He pauses briefly and then looks at me with concern, "I must warn you, Tyler, that he might be trying to get Jenna out of the country."
And that is me; I completely crash into pieces again. My body drops to the floor in mere inches of a second. Brooke immediately races to catch me, but as I fall, my head bumps against the hard floor…and it all becomes black.
…Jenna POV…
Brendan has taken us to another house that is on the other side of the City. As he has told me, we can t leave here just yet, for he is waiting for papers and passports to get us out of the country. This terrifies me; if he has to take me away, Tyler will never be able to get me, though I know that I a putting him in danger.
I hope that he has found the last place that we were staying at, then at least he can get that number of the guy that I had to phone that is helping Brendan. I don t know how much use that is going to be to him. I might even scratch open a surface that I should not be doing.
But I need to keep on reminding myself that I must protect my baby no matter what.
Brendan has not said anything about it again. I know that he is furious and does not know how to feel about it. I am, and I might even be wrong, but I am hoping that he will not hurt me now. Yet, I know for a fact that when his dark side comes out, then there is no stopping him.
So while he is in the kitchen, I am lying on the bed and scribbling in a notebook that I found in the draw of the dressing table.
I am writing a note to Tyler with the hopes that if we move again that he will find it.
"My dear Tyler. I am somewhere in a small room on the East side of the City. It has been twelve hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty seconds since I have vanished. I have spent my time lying in bed watching as the day fades away.
There is a part of me that hopes that I shall catch a glimpse of you down at the bottom of the streets, desperately looking for me. Any sane person would have given up by now, but I know that you will never stop to try and find me. You are a part of what makes me this woman, your bond with me shall never die.
Even though I do not wish to be in this place, it is peaceful, and in these quiet moments when he is not around, I can sit and think of you while I write the words in my heart to you. Regardless of my constant silence, the moment that I speak, I drive him beyond insane as I speak your name. I think that he is about to throw me out of the window if I say your name one more time.
Between you and me, that is the only way that I will finally get away from him. You are forever carved into my heart, in my soul, and he would have to kill me before I give up on you. He will have to kill me before I would ever lay so much as a finger on him.
Tyler, I am so sorry; I should have known that he would have deceived me.
I know that after everything, after all this, my words are worthless, but I have to believe that there is a chance that we shall be together again. Please, please, I need you to find me.
For now, I have to go; he has come back. Please, I ask once again, please come find me. If not, I miss you, my love. Maybe one day you will find this letter in your hand. But until then, please remember, no matter the distance, my heart will always find yours, and I will love you with everything that I am. With all my love, for an eternity, Love Jenna."
…Tyler POV…
As my eyes slowly flutter open, there is a bright blinding light that seems to hover over me. After but a few seconds, everything comes into focus. There is a man that is standing over me that I am going to assume as a Doctor or Paramedic.
When he sees me opening my eyes, he smiles at me, but then his face turns serious, "You need to have that checked out."
"There is nothing to check out," I snap back at him.
"Son," he takes a stern voice with me and leans closer so that he can whisper in my ear, "You don t have a head injury like that and just walk away like that.
But then Brooke notices that I am awake; she finds her by my side in only seconds, "Are you okay? You gave us a damn fright there?"
"Yes," I start to reassure her. "I was just feeling light-headed."
"Are you sure?" Brooke pushes forward, and I am thinking of what this man said to her.
So I immediately change the subject to avoid her constant questioning, "What is happening? Do we have a location for Jenna yet?"
She only but turns her head away from me, and I know that there is a problem.
"Brooke, answer me. Do we have a location for Jenna?"
"We have a problem, Tyler."