You Can't Cover the Sun With Your Finger

I was at least a couple of step away from Jeff when something that sounded like a sob escaped my lips.

"Let it out James." He said smoothly from the chair.

I looked up conjuring up all the sadness deep inside; I then began to laugh at his stupidity.

"Jeff do you really think I could be fool by you." I said leaning forward grabbing at the arms of the chair for support.

"You're with kids all day of course you're bound to get some practice in making them feel, like you're trustworthy." I said disgust clear in my voice.

I spun him slowly around the chair and walked in the studio. I turned on the light, so I could see in the studio.

The studio matched the apartment; same color scheme and boring. I rolled my eyes.

"Look in the third drawer, there you'll see pictures. I take pictures of animals. I love animals; I care for them when I have to do a photo shoot with him." He said loud enough for me to hear.

I scoffed as I got the pictures and looked through them.

"So, does taking pictures of cute little animals make you a good guy Jeff?" I asked putting the pictures back.

He didn't respond. "What, you've got nothing to say now?" I asked looking at the rest of the drawers.

I heard him whisper something, but I didn't quite understand what he said. "Jeff, you're going to have to speak up some." I said innocently.

"I said you got the wrong guy." He shouted. I rolled my eyes while searching a couple more place in the studio.

"Pathetic." I said under my breath.

"You keep saying that maybe you'll start believing it soon." I said making my way back to the living, so I could face Jeff again.

I crossed my arms across my chest. "I searched in the places that I know you should have had them and it's not in any of those places." I informed, hearing the impatience in my voice.

"Tell me Jeff where you keep it, you know the dirty shit, the porn? Do I have to keep going for you to understand what I'm looking for or do you get it?" I asked watching him. His expression was unreadable.

I smiled at his face I knew he was trying to hide his true expression.

"Am I getting to you?" I asked victoriously. I still watched him waiting for him to say something.

"Do you want to know why you can't find kiddie porn?" he asked aggressively. He thrashed violently in the chair.

I mockingly took a step back "Because I got the wrong guy blah blah blah. Look Jeff you shouldn't test me and I'm running out of patience" I said lowering my voice to a dangerous level.

I lowered my gaze, so he could see the coldness in my eyes. I was done playing an innocent teenager.

"I'm not a pedophile!" he sobbed loudly.

"Help me someone!" he yelled.

"Shit, get me out of this!" he continued to yell.

"Please just take whatever you want. I have money in my wallet and in my bedroom and some jewelry take it and just please don't hurt me." he begged

I lost control and punched him. I was getting angry with him.

"Jeff, just tell me where you keep the porn and maybe then I'll just think about leaving." I said watching him sob.

He spit out some blood and sobbed uncontrollably looking around the room in panic.

I glared at him. "I know who you are." I said coldly

"When are you leaving?" he continued to sobbed I cringed in sheer disgust at the sight of him now.

"I think you know a couple of my friends Jeff, and like I said whenever the fuck I feel like it." I yelled in anger. I walked towards the picture that had caught my attention.

I grabbed it and pretty much shoved it in his face. "Who is this Jeff?" I questioned it was rage full blown rage. The anger just took over me.

"A model I took pictures of." He said trying to get some space between him and the picture.

I grabbed it and smashed it against his side. "Not just a model Jeff." I threw the broken picture on the floor, hearing what little glass was left attached shatter against the floor.

"Were you aware that her name was Angela, and that she'd gone missing for, oh just little over two months now?" I said staring at him with anger.

He said nothing.

I sighed in frustration. I looked at the empty space where the picture of Angela was and saw a safe in its place.

I looked back at Jeff and saw that he was looking at the safe with a panicked look on his face.

"Bingo." I said with a smile. I knew it was here.

"I should have known you were that sick." I stressed on the word "Sick"

I walked over to the safe and examined it. It had a keypad on it, so it shouldn't be too difficult to open.

"Jeff, are you going to tell me the pin or am I going to have to guess it?" I asked he continued to stare at me at first with fear, but it changed to humor.

"You'll never figure it out James, even if you do. It'll take you weeks to figure it out." He smirked.

"You underestimate me Jeff; quite frankly I'm a bit insulted. Remember girls like brains too." I said turning my attention back to the safe.

A/N: hey, so did you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this chapter? I hope so. Well thank you to the wonderful feedback you guys have been giving me. Is me or did I make James a bit scary? Haha well I bet y'all are confused about…god…oops I forgot the chick's name in the story whatever well you're probably confused on how James knows her, well that'll be explained on the next chapter. I can't give that away, because then you won't be surprised. Well review, favorite, subscribe please and stay tune. More exciting stuff on the way ;) oh and I just wanted make a little challenge just to make things a little bit interesting. Just give me a little guess as to why I named the this chapter the way I did and I'll give you a shout out on the next chapter. Well I re-wrote it I wasn't too happy about it, but this is a slight improvement.