Free Fake by D. Breeze Page A

nightclubs.
    They’re not my scene.
    Hence the fact that I spend my days sitting in the security office, playing at work. I love that he pays me a ridiculous amount, way too much, to do something that I would have been doing for fun anyway – but he point blank shut me down and told me to put up and shut up when I told him he didn’t have to pay me.
    Hey, it’s his money, if he wants to basically give it away – who am I to argue?
    Seeing as I was already at the computer, I entered the phone number that I’d received and started exploring. If anyone thinks their phone is secure, they’re wrong. Granted, technology is my ‘thing’ but still...people should be more careful with what they store on their phones and online accounts.
    Within minutes, I’d accessed Freddy’s text, emails, contacts, images and I knew it wouldn’t take long to lock into his location services.
    Knowing it was a big risk, I didn’t fight Lydia when she said she was going back to work. I had to come in to ‘Blaze’ anyway so it’s not like I could stop her, but I actually wanted Freddy to think that we had no clue what he was planning.
    I read people and I’m good at it. I took an educated guess that he’d be watching her. Fuck giving us half an hour to flee; he was probably watching from the second I took her into my arms back at the park on the estate.
    I banked on it.
    With a quick, anonymous, phone call to the police to give them his location – I kept my fingers crossed that Freddy would be in jail by the end of the day.
    Just to be on the safe-side of things, I logged into my tracking programme and added Lydia’s phone.
    Invasion of her privacy? Maybe.
    But the stubborn girl wouldn’t text me to let me know she was ok, even if she wasn’t. Therefore, I did what I had to, to make sure no harm ever came to her again. I did it, and I’d do it again if I had to. I’ll be honest, there are even trackers on both my brother’s phones because there is far too much fucked-up shit that goes on in the world, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.
    Rushing through my days work in a matter of hours, I packed up my laptop, slid it to one side and sighed. I didn’t want to go home, I was a typical over-thinker and too much time alone just gave me time to go over and over things in my head.
    I wanted to go to Lydia’s place – even though the building made me shudder – but I stayed away because I was working on lulling her into a false sense of security.
    Insert evil laugh here.
    She thought I was keeping my word, by staying away and letting her stand on her own two feet, but it was just a phase. On one hand, she’d spent her entire life being sheltered or protected by someone or another and she wanted to feel free to do her own thing. I know, I know, she was only eighteen and she should have been protected, but she didn’t see it that way.
    But on the other hand, I just couldn’t stand by and let her struggle. I just wanted her to be happy and yeah, the tiny part of me that had always loved her; was growing by the day. I wanted to keep her locked away in a bubble and keep her from anything that might hurt her.
    It could have been my guilt that made me feel that way, who knows? But that’s how I felt and I was hoping, maybe praying, that she’d find her way to me by herself.
    If not...
    Well, I hadn’t quite worked out the details in my head by that point. I knew one thing though, she wasn’t going to be alone for long, even if I had to force my way into her life – I’d do it.
    A while later, I sent her a text reminding her to let me know when she finished work and when she got home safe. She wouldn’t, but at least I was trying. While I thought of it, I logged back on to my computer and clicked the live tracker. She might not let me know where she was, so I’d find out for myself.
    Stalker, much?
    Yep. I was officially stalking her. I shook my head at my own ridiculousness...but I still didn’t close the tracker.