I Stalked Him Back
I glance down at my gripped phone in my hand and look at the small dot, which is the camera.
Usually Jerry would be able to remotely turn this on. He has access to my speakers so he can hear everything going on around me.
I then glance up at the front of the car to the dash camera, which I also know Jerry could hack into and monitor.
I peek out the side window and look at the traffic cameras and building surveillance we pass, and the reason behind my uneasiness hits me so hard that I forget to breathe for several lung-burning moments.
Even though I considered this possibility last night, I’ve now had my suspicions all but confirmed. This is the first time in ages that I’m out in public on my own, and I don’t have Jerry for backup.
He’s always watching, always listening, and I know if I feel uncomfortable or need him he’s always just one call away.
If anyone tries to hurt or harass me, he’s already getting me help, while identifying the asshole and no doubt draining his back accounts and erasing his digital existence.
But right now I’m completely alone.
I feel like I’m on a tightrope and suddenly my safety net has been yanked away.
This is different to my solo stalking night walks. I’ve always known that if I truly needed Jerry, I could easily make him aware of my presence.
But now he’s gone, and the weight that settles over me from this revelation would likely bring me to my knees if I weren’t already seated.
Where has Jerry gone? Has he truly left me all alone?
And more terrifyingly, what if something is seriously wrong? What if he’s in danger?