[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#0099ff]Jenna Westbrook[/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/30db219daafbfbacffb17cad117ae925/tumblr_mp1kk3uQwT1qgapqso1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=0099ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Town Center[/center][hr][hr]	Jenna raised an eyebrow at the text from Jeanna. How had her cousin ended up with a rendez-vous with the FBI? She wondered when Jeanna would realize that Jenna was related to Lydia - or at least, spiritually so. They weren't blood relatives. Yet by that same logic, Jenna and Jason weren't twins. But if anyone pointed that out to Jenna, the inherit contradictions that she operated under, she'd be liable to punch them. Lydia was her cousin and Jason was her twin. Period. Another text came in, this time from Kosara. She smiled slightly, glad to have lodgings secured for the night. She'd just tell her parents that she was spending the night at Olivia's.

[quote][b]To Kosara:[/b]
[i][color=#0099ff]I'm in the area. Pick me up after you eat? -J[/color][/i][/quote]
	She glanced up from her phone, sliding it into her pocket as she headed into the crime scene. She didn't want to say a word to Finley. Their friendship was likely in danger but Jenna couldn't bring herself to care at the moment. She had already been going through a minor identity crisis when she realized she was adopted - bringing all of this on didn't help her mood. The computers and other recording devices were gone, but that wasn't entirely why Jenna had gone to the crime scene. There was more than just footage there and she'd be able to access it. Once Finley left, Jenna stood for a moment in the empty room. She counted Finley's footsteps until she could no longer hear them. 

	Jenna clenched her fist. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to force herself to remember two individuals she had never met. Yet there was nothing. 

	[color=#0099ff]"You abandoned me!"[/color] Jenna screamed, kicking the wall as hard as she could. [color=#0099ff]"Why did you leave me?"[/color] She kicked the wall again, feeling the pain shoot through her toes but she didn't care. The wall represented the shadowy figure of her parents. She continued to kick and scream, channeling all of the rage and frustration. She didn't belong here in Red Lake. It was a lie - all of it. 

	[color=#0099ff]"I HATE YOU!"[/color] Jenna cried, kicking the wall once more and falling to the floor. Tears cascaded down her face before a bit of clarity came to her. Once she ensured her friends were protected, she'd run away. She'd take the information Jeanna provided about her father and she'd go find him - ask him the questions that kept her up at nights. And when that was over...Maybe she'd go become a private detective like she always wanted. But truthfully, it didn't matter. She didn't want to spend another night in a town where she wasn't wanted.