Thanks to everyone who reviewed or read the last chapters! This chapter is pretty important!
FRANK
It was a quarter to seven when Joe walked in the house.
"Joe! You have fifteen minutes until the girls get here."
"Sorry Frank, I didn't realise the time. I'm gonna have a minute shower and I'll be right back"
"Okay"
"I'll be super quick" Joe yelled from the stairs. I just sighed, he could never be early for anything.
Fourteen and a half minutes later, Joe ran down the stairs.
"Ha. A few seconds to spare!"
"Come on, we better get outside" I said, putting on my fancy brown shoes.
"Yea, don't want them waiting for us" Joe said back, taking my black shoes and putting them on.
"You know you're wearing my shoes right?" I asked Joe with a laugh.
"Oops, I thought these were mine. Sorry bro" Joe took the shoes off and put on beise shoes instead.
"You were there with Callie when she bought them for me for Christmas. She said you picked them out"
"I just had a blonde moment" Joe ran his hand through his hair and laughed.
"Hey, the girls are here!" Callie was driving her new blue Honda and Vanessa was in the back, "I guess I get shotgun!" I opened the door and kissed Callie, "Hello beautiful".
"Hey Handsome" She smiled at me, "Hey Joe!".
"Hi Callie" Joe answered, after giving a kiss to Vanessa, "Where are we going for supper?"
"What do you mean? You were the one that booked our reservations last week" Vanessa spoke up.
"Oh right, I forgot!" Joe laughed weakly.
"Joe, you've been bugging us for weeks about going to this place." I said to my brother, what was going on with him tonight?
"I know, I know"
"Alright, we all ready to go?" Callie asked, then pulled out off my driveway and we were off.
"You feeling alright tonight, Joe?" I asked him.
"Yea, Frank, I'm doing good!" He answered very enthusiastically.
"I forgot to ask, did you find anything at school?"
"What?"
"You went to school, to look and see where the janitor was injured"
"Oh, oh right. No, nothing stood out really, sorry Frank."
"Yea, nothing at the hospital either. The Janitor died last night"
"I guess we are back to square one then, hey Frank"
"Yea, I guess you're right" I replied and looked at Callie. We were both thinking the same thing, something was going on with Joe…
I heard the whistling before I saw him. My lookalike was in a very good mood.
"Morning Joe, how are we today?" He was wearing more of my clothes, some of which I haven't worn in months.
"Great, just great" I answered sarcastically. My night wasn't great. Maurice had punched me a few times in the stomach and my ribs were aching.
"My night was wonderful, just wonderful. Your girlfriend is hot! We had a couple of nice kisses. That Italian place was okay, I'm not a big Italian lover"
"You kissed my girlfriend! Please, please don't do this" I begged this stranger.
"Oh, but I'm having so much fun!" He took off the backpack he was wearing and took out a container, "Here. I brought you leftovers. Thought you might be hungry"
"Wow, thanks" I replied, surprised.
"I'm going to untie you know, but remember…"
"Yes, no funny business. I got it" I interrupted.
"Right, I see Maurice has taught you a few things" He laughed and untied me from the chair, then handed me the leftover container with a plastic fork.
"Will you tell me what you want?" I asked in between bites, I was starving.
"I guess I should. You are my twin"
"What?" My fork fell to the floor, "I don't have a twin"
"Yes, yes you do, you wouldn't know me of course, we were separated at birth"
"My mom would have told me this!"
"Stop interrupting me! I'm trying to tell my story!" He glared at me, then continued on, "As I saying, our mother had twins and put them both up for adoption. Laura and Fenton Hardy adopted you and raised you as their own. I'm not sure if they even knew there was another one of us. As for me, I got sick as a baby and no one wants to adopt a sick child. I went through the foster system, never finding a place to call home. Then three months ago, I met Maurice. He is an escape convict, and guess who put him in jail? Your father, Fenton Hardy! Maurice brought me into his home and we did research to find out about my birth parents. Our father died before we were born, in Afghanistan. As for our mother, she has a family in Maine, or should I say had. When I found out she was married with two kids, I was so angry! How dare she have a family when I didn't! I found out where she lived. In the middle of the night, I made her watch as I killed her two little girls, then her husband and finally I killed her. Then my next target was you. I have been watching you for a couple months. What a life you have! On the football team, with a wonderful girlfriends and friends and a family! You have Frank! I wanted what you have. So, I thought to myself, we look so alike, I could really be you! I began to learn everything about you, what you like, what you don't like then planted my egg. Breaking in to your school so you and your brother would investigate. The janitor saw me and thought it was you. So I had to kill him. He put up a good fight, but he didn't die! I had to sneak into the hospital to finish the job. Maurice here pretended to be the doctor and talked to your brother, letting me have the perfect opportunity to get what I really wanted, which is you. Why is it that you got everything when I got nothing! It's not fair! So, I'm going to be you and Maurice here will get you. See, now everyone gets what they deserve!" My twin ended his rant and looked at me. I was filled with fear, he was crazy, absolutely crazy! He killed people, a couple of people!
"I`m sorry your life hasn't turned out the best, but that`s not my fault! I`ve never known I had a twin, I didn't know I was adopted. Don't take your anger out on me" I pleaded with my crazy twin, but he just laughed.
"It`s my turn to have your life! Your fantastic life! And your turn to feel what I felt. Maurice is going to have so much fun with you. He can`t wait."
"Please, don't do this. It`s not too late"
"Haha! Yes, it is.. I've already killed almost half a dozen people. I think I can live with keeping you here"
"No, no, come on. I`m your brother, your twin!"
"I am your twin, and yet you haven't even asked me my name! You don`t care about me!"
"I`m...I'm sorry, what`s your name?" I asked, trying to make amends.
"Like that makes any difference, but my name is Tom"...