Christmas with a psycopath

part 11

*** i have a basic idea for this but i may re write this section if it doesnt come out right. tell me if i should****** 

It's been three days since Lane left and it's still kind of awkward. I am treated like im a friend but when i do something wrong they get mad. I am still trying to figure out where i have seen him before. I may even just give up and ask. We will see. 

"Jypsie?" James asked as i watching the tv blankly. I looked at him and blinked a few times. "You okay?" I shrugged. He has been asking that a lot lately. 

"Can i ask you something?" i asked suddenly. I couldnt take this any more. He looked at me waiting. "It was your brother wasnt it?" I watched as his expression went from angry, to knowing, to confused, to nothing. It was like he knew i was watching his expressions. He didnt saw anything and i was afraid he was goign to yell. He opened his mouth to say somethign then closed it again. He stood and walked away. Oh god. What have i done? What is he going to do? Where is going? All these thoughts and more came flooding to my mind at once. I turned back and looked at the tv tryign to find somethign to distract myself, but all that was on were comercials. 

It felt like an eternity before James came back in. He held a scrapbook. I felt my hands shaking and tucked them into my jacket pockets. He sat next to me and turned the tv off. I looked between him and the book. What was in the book? I was really curious and also kind of scared. I watched as James flipped through the scrap book and a smile spread across his face. He seemed so normal when he smiled. 

"Yes it has been my brother," he said finally. He was in the back of the book by now. I was worried. "There is more to it though." Curiousity over powered my fear at this point. 

"What do you mean?" i asked my voice stronger then i felt. I was so afraid some deep dark secret was going to come out. One of the ones like if i tell you im goign to have to kill you kind of secrets. 

"I mean when we were both younger we had a neighbor," he started. Okay that sounds pretty normal and aweful creepy at the same time. "Lane always would impress her with flowers and kisses. She was adorable too. As we grew up we fell for her more and more with each passing year. It wasn't till fifth grade that we told her. She flipped and we didnt talk. One day she came over and kissed me. My brother was furious. She ran out screaming in terror because of him. She ran home and the only time i would see her would be when she would sneak to the window at night to talk to me. Then one day she was gone. She was kidnapped acording to the news. Lane was happy about it and since her he is brutal with the girls. Because of i knew her and her parents i never thought she was truly gone. She couldnt have been. This girl would not stop fighting till the end. that's kind of when this whole thing started. Any girl that looked like her we would take. I would treat her like a princess and when i realized it wasnt her would be about the time Lane would come any way. I havent stopped searching for her since then. If i could go back i would." He was silent as he stared at the picture in front of him. I felt tears and wiped my eyes. Oh my god. This girl must mean a lot to him. It seems a little over done but he was in love with this girl. Its kind of sweet in a horor movie kind of way. 

"This is her," he said his voice shaky. He turned the scrap book and showed me the picture. It was a little blonde haired girl with these bright green eyes and these two boys. They looked the same as they did now just older. i looked at the picture and recognized the back ground. Suddenly i saw it. I gasped in shock. I jumped off the couch and ran back to the bathroom. I locked the door and curled up in the tub. No! IT CANT BE! IT JUST CANT BE!!