Page 35 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
“I put it there.”
“Why?”
“I’ll explain later.”
“That’s weird as shit, Hunter. I mean, Alessandra is hot and everything, but if you’re doing that to see her naked that means you gotta watch your brother fuck her.”
“Never mind that, Oscar,” I say. “So there’s this camera in there, and I caught Nash doing something.”
“Oh, he’s into some freaky shit, huh? He let Alessandra shit on his chest or something?”
I shake my head.
Oscar looks at my face and realizes how serious all this is.
How do I describe this? Will he even believe me? Will he think it’s some kind of joke?
“Look,” I sigh. “I think I just have to show you.”
Besides, I need to get the video files off the cloud and onto my computer. I should also probably back everything up on a flash drive and carry it with me.
Moments later, we’re in my bedroom. I sit down at my desk and open my laptop. Oscar stands behind me.
I log into the site that stores all of the hidden camera footage in the cloud. I lean towards my screen because, at first, I’m confused. I log out and log back in again. I start to panic.
WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL MY FILES?!
All of my video files are gone. Not only the ones from yesterday that show Nash killing Alessandra, but all the porn files as well: the videos of Nash masturbating, the videos of Nash and Alessandra having sex, everything.
“No, no, no, no, no” is all I can say.
“What’s the matter, Hunter?”
I click away from my web browser. I go to the files on my hard drive.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”
“What?”
All of the hidden cam footage that I keep on my computer is gone. All of the edited videos that I uploaded to the porn site are gone.
My forehead is sweating.
I go back to my web browser. I navigate to the porn site.
Oscar scrunches up his face. He is very, very confused.
I try to log into my account. But the site tells me that my account under that username does not exist. I do a search for Nash’s videos. They’re not here.
“Hunter! What’s going on?!”
I can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t anything.
Then, a jolt of adrenaline seems to pump through my body. I get up.
“We need to go,” I say. “We need to gosee my brother right now.”
I lead Oscar out of my bedroom. We’re rushing down the hallway when I abruptly stop.
