Insane - Who Are You To Judge? (Gripping Psychological Thriller)

Chapter 69 - Avery

July 2010

Julian was out for the day and I was stuck at home. Bored. And he'd left his laptop behind.

I tried to keep myself busy, doing the boring chores and catching up with work that I had been putting off. I knew that a good girlfriend shouldn't go through her boyfriend's private laptop. What would happen to the trust in the relationship if she did that?

But it had already been established that I wasn't the ideal girlfriend. And my nosiness really did get the better of me.

Since Julian had taught me the basics of all his computer skills, I was able to break through his security relatively easily.

I didn't really have a goal, there wasn't anything I was searching for – I was just trying to waste away my day. So, I went through his open internet tabs – which were disgusting, by the way. I went through his emails, just in case his little skank from before decided to go back on our pact. To her good fortune, she hadn't.

When I went through his files, I didn't understand what half of them even meant – they were all related to his part-time job. I tried my very best not to talk about that with him, since I really didn't care.

Although, there was one file that caught my attention. A video labelled Avery – that night.

There was only one thing I could think of that could be on that video. And if I had found it, he would have nothing to hold over me.

I opened the file and clicked play. The footage wasn't the best quality, so it took me a while to figure out exactly what it was showing. It was not what I was expecting at all.

It wasn't the night he followed me. It was us. In bed. As the video got going, I slammed the laptop closed and clasped my hands over my mouth.

He filmed us? That disgusting son of a bitch. What the hell did he think he was doing?

The adrenaline began to course through my veins and the red spots were emerging across my vision.

As my breath began to quicken, I pulled the laptop open again, deleted the video and copied all of the other files. The ones relating to his part-time job.

"That bastard thinks he can film me and get away with it," I growled to myself as I attach the files to an email. "Two-timing, lying bastard. I bet he doesn't even have a video of that night. Good, he has nothing on me."

Slamming on the keys, I typed in the Southhurst Police Department's email address and clicked send.

As soon as I did, my fingers were shaking uncontrollably with anger. He'd lied to me too many times now. I was done.

As the rage resurged, I grasped the laptop, raised it above my head with trembling arms and watched as it plummeted onto the ground.

He wouldn't be needing that where he was going.