Jim stood on the other side of the bars. He leant against the cold hard wall, his foot bent backwards, the sole of his shoe pressed against the wall. He was silent, his eyes fixed on his finger nails. He seemed unwilling, unable to meet her gaze, piercing him with intensity.
'Two years," It was as if Jane was trying to burn him with her look. Just the sight him made her sick, made her skin crawl.
"I hate my twin brother that much." He said, his voice flat, emotionless. He still wouldn't look at her and even though he tried to hide it behind a veneer of calm, it was clear, that his hatred for his brother ran so deep.
"What on earth are you saying? I'm struggling to get over the hurt of your betrayal and that's the best excuse you could come up with?"
"You haven't told me yet about yo
