Haunting-Adeline

It’s not un l a er I take a hot shower and se le into my bed that I read
his message.
UNKNOWN: The more you disobey me, the harder your
punishment.
“I’m going to find this li le dick prick,” Daya declares angrily, prac cally
slamming the keys through her laptop as she types god knows what. I just
finished telling her the details of last night.
I take a sip of my drink. It’s not enough, so I take another. And then end
up chugging the whole thing.
We’re both doing our respec ve work, but she didn’t want to leave me
alone in the house now that my shadow is star ng to interact more.
“Dick and prick are the same thing,” I say. She looks up, her face
reflec ng my exact thoughts since last night. What is wrong with you?
I shrug a shoulder. “I’m just saying. You just called him a li le dick dick.”
She rolls her eyes, ignores me, and starts typing on her laptop again.
Probably hacking into something. Though I can’t imagine what she could
possibly be hacking into. Be er not be my phone. I have nudes on there.
My face pales. Oh, god, what if he hacks into it and finds them? I
scramble to pick up my phone, delete every single racy picture, and then
delete them a second me from the Trash folder.
Some of my anxiety eases, but not all of it. He could’ve already hacked
into it for all I know.
I’m going to be obsessing over this for the rest of my life now.
No cing my internal crisis, Daya focuses on me, her brow pinched with
concern. “You okay, girl?”
I clear my throat. “How likely is it that he can hack into my phone and
find my nudes?” Her lip twitches and I’m two seconds away from smacking
it off her face.
“Baby girl, that man has probably watched you get naked in your room a
thousand mes now.”
My eyes widen further, having not considered that yet, either.