Thread: RP: SPLIT : ONLY HUMAN [ Horror_Show & randomname98766789 ]

A couple of weeks had passed and things had simmered down. All the furniture that had been broken in the scene was replaced, a door installed. Her parents had only calmed down when the police stated they had direct contact with Kevin and he acknowledge the restraining orders and request, that he would cause no more problems. That didnt mean her father wasnt still trying to on the side see if he could get a transfer to another state. He was trying to surprise his family by seeing if he could move them to California or New York, some place new where they felt safer. They kept this away from Jennifer, not wanting to put her in distress, making her move from where she had been born and raised. Rachael was an occupational therapist so it would be easy for her to get another job in almost any hospital. Jennifer had kept her thoughts to herself, lying multiple times to both her parents about the incident. She told them she was fine, that she barely knew him and they were all that mattered, them and all their safety. Inside of her mind, she thought about him constantly. Who he was, how he lived, what illnesses he had, what their mother had done to him, why he raped her. It petrified her but it also hit strings in her she didnt know she had. Until then, they resumed to their normal lives. By the third week Jennifer was back in classes and going to dance rehearsal. It was Thursday night, she had been in school most of the day, she changed and headed to the dance studio in town. Her rehearsal was a couple of hours they were training for an upcoming competition. The rehearsal ended, a few of the girls followed Jennifer out, they were all cutting up, like young kids did. Jennifer rubbed her hands on her black leggings, she was in a turquoise henley pulled over a tank with white converse. They parted ways as Jennifer had parked down the street. She waived, laughing at one of her friends as she kept going on about liking one of the guys in the class. She turned to start toward her car, pulling out her lanyard that had her keys. It was when a small cool crisp waive of autumn air came, blowing her hair everywhere that she stood there. Feeling different, energetic, overly excited, impulsive. She looked around, admiring the night of the city. Her eyes lit up, her hyperactivity made her take every little thing for more than another person would see it. She could take note of the city lights, the distant sound of cars and busses, she could feel the energy. Something else also felt intense, she couldnt place it. Deep down her mind had detected something was about to happen, that something or someone important was near but it was so subconscious she thought nothing of it, blaming it on her hyperactivity and overthinking like her family always did. She unlocked her car and slid in shutting the door to her honda civic. She threw her duffle bag in the back seat and leaned back in the driver seat, taking a moment. Her adrenaline was racing and she couldnt understand it. She tried to calm her breathing and looked at her fitbit, her heartrate was elevated, as much as it had been when she was dancing minutes ago. She leaned forward putting her key in the ignition and turning, but it wouldnt start. It just clicked. She kept turning it over and over and looked confused, her battery couldnt be dead. Her father made sure everything was in top condition. She gave up, and rubbed her head. She would have to call somebody to come give her a jump, or get it towed if it was something else. She grabbed her cell but noticed she had no service. She had just had service back in the studio and it was weird because she was outside in the city. The hell. She breathed.