Ordinary Life

Time Passed

February 1, 2015

Five months. Five months, I've been out of a job. Five months, since I've seen Bruno. He used to call me a lot; he even made pop ups at my home, but I never opened my door or answered his calls. I was so hurt. I was torn to pieces.

I won't lie, I miss him. I miss him so much, I get sick. I see him on the news a lot, and it makes wants to be there by his side. He dropped a new song back in November and I took time to listen to it. For the first time, I found a pop song, catchy. I fell in love with it the day it came out.

His attempts to contact me, stopped last month. I wonder if he still thinks about me, because the last day I saw him, no matter how much I tried, I couldn't forget him. I miss what we had, what we were, who we were. We were like two kids who just needed a friend, emotionally. But when we broke up, I couldn't forget how it went down.

I haven't spoke to Faith and Charlie since August of last year. They've never attempted to call me back, they've made no attempt to rekindle a friendship. I knew they weren't coming back in my life anytime soon. But Bruno, I wanted him back in my life, but I was scared to go through that all  again.

The murder case is still up and running and the killers have not been found yet. The case will remain open until they are caught or until they come forward.

When I left Bruno's house last year, I retrieved the camera that recorded us having intercourse and I took it home.

I sat in my bed room, with my glasses on, trying to understand why there was a camera in there. I plugged the camera into my computer, and it automatically began recording me.

I went into the history of the camera and watched the video. I came across the video of me and Bruno having sex on the bed. Even when I spent the weekend with him, and I asked him about it. It had everything.

But if it had everything of me and Bruno being intimate, it had to have a video of the person putting in the camera.

I searched through all of the files, and found nothing. I went to the trash file and nothing was there either. Whoever put the camera in, was a tech wiz, no doubt. However, I'm quite a nerd myself. I can pull up the cloud that every deleted item goes to. Not many people can find these things on these computers.

This process took me about a good 30 minutes for everything to reappear.

A green light flashed, notifying me that the files had been retrieved. I clapped and patted myself on the back for the work I did.

I pressed the very first video, and there it was. It looked like it was about noon at the house, based on the lighting in the room.

The camera was facing toward the window and I could hear talking. The voices, the accent, it was the killers.

"Just wait til Spencer gets a hold of this." The man laughed. "You think they're having sex?" One man asked. "If not now, they will be soon. And when they do, we'll send it to the chief. She'll definitely get fired from that." "What happens if she figures out its us?" One asked. "She's not. She's too stupid to figure it out."

I paused the video. "We'll send it to the chief..." I repeated to myself. These people are from the FBI. The murderers are people I worked with. How did I not figure this out sooner.

That means...

Bruno was telling the truth this whole time. He never set the camera up, someone from the department did. I felt like an idiot. 5 months of pure stupidity.

I had to make things right. I just had to express my apologies face to face with Bruno.