His Sick Obsessions

Chapter Fourty Two: James

The pizza cooled on the oak table. I ran upstairs to Danny's room, with one knock I yelled dinner and turned to leave but the door opened. Turning back he motioned for me to come to him.

"Bring us up some pizza, we need alone time" He said.

I nodded and ran back to the kitchen. Serena was sitting at the table, flustered. I ignored her as I cut the pizza into equal pieces. I ended up cutting ten pieces, putting two to a plate. I plopped Serena's plate in front of her and she echoed a small thank you.

I ran upstairs with Danny's and Meme's food.

"Open up" I yelled through the door.

The pizza was hot under my fingers. The paper plate doing no justice.

"Hurry" I called again.

The door swung open, anger then delight. Danny snatched the plates.

"Thanks" He said shortly.

"No problem" I said rubbing the back of my neck.

"Drinks?" He said when I turned.

"Huh?" I questioned.

"Can you get us drinks?" He said roughly.

"Sure" I said annoyed.

I felt like I was back home and home was the reason I needed an escape. My dad was so controlling, even as I got older. Danny was starting to mimic that. Everything changed when Lacey... I shook it off. He's just having a bad day. He promised an escape and he hasn't lied so far. When I filled up the drinks I felt a twinge of sadness. I missed my sister. I act like I don't care, swimming in ignorance. But this was new. Her death was too new. It hurt to pretend. I shook it off and ran back upstairs.

He didn't say thank you when he grabbed the drinks, he only closed to door on me. I didn't want to do this if that's he would act. I wasn't here for the first kidnapping, no one really talked about her or what happened. For some reason I felt like it didn't start with whoever was before Meme. Or maybe it did. Things just seemed rough around the edges when you try to connect all of the pieces.

I sat across from Serena again, choosing not to eat in the dining room. She had picked off the pepperoni and other parts of the pizza. There was only a few bites in her pizza, when I started eating I noticed she was only playing with her napkin. I wiped my mouth.

"Not hungry?" I asked.

She wouldn't look up, "Uh... No I am. Is Meme coming?".

"No," I said grabbing my drink.

Downing some of the icy liquid I noticed her disappointment.

"Why do want to see her so bad?" I questioned.

"It doesn't matter" She shook it off.

She ripped the crust off of her pizza, she wasn't eating she was playing.

"I'm going to eat upstairs" She said getting up.

"No, sit down" I demanded.

"Why?" She asked.

I glared at her, "Why do you always need an explanation? Sit down and eat".

She sat down, her expression grew uncomfortable. Something was up.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

That broke her from her uncomfortable trance. She giggled

"Everything?" She started sarcastically. The first time she really made eye contact with me since I sat down, "I'm just a shy eater".