Page 85 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
Jo says, “Should we keep on driving?”
“No,” I say.
I look at Oscar. He shrugs. I turn back to the girl. I roll down my window halfway.
“What in the actual fuck, Hunter?!” screams the girl. “How could you stab your own brother?! He could’ve died! Are you some kind of psycho?!”
“What is she talking about?” asks Patricia.
“You’re going to pay for this!” the girl exclaims. “You’re going to pay for everything you’ve done. Everything!”
“I thought . . .” I feel like my brain is collapsing in on itself. “I thought you were dead.”
“What?” says Jo.
The girl rolls her eyes. “Well, obviously not, you idiot. You haven’t figured it out yet?”
“Figured what out?”
Alessandra yanks on the door handle. “Come here.”
“What do you want?” I ask.
“COME HERE.”
Patricia insists, “Don’t get out of the car, Hunter.”
I need an explanation, and I need it now. And something tells me that the only way I’m going to get it is if I get out of this car. So I unlock my door and step out into the parking lot.
By instinct, as if to protect me, Oscar also gets out of the car.
“Guys!” Patricia says.
She touches her door handle, but Jo says, “No, Patricia.”
Patricia and Jo watch.
Alessandra grabs my arm in a violent manner.
“Hey!” I yell.
Oscar moves toward us. “Let him go!”
Alessandra is pretty thin, so I could knock her on her ass easily, but I let her pull on me and lead me a few feet away to the back of her car.Oscar walks right behind us, monitoring the situation. Alessandra ignores him.
She releases her grip on me. She opens up her trunk, reaches inside, and holds up several sheets of paper.
“What’s that?” I ask.
She throws the paper in my face, and the sheets float onto the pavement.
I pick up one of the sheets. Written on it are a bunch of words that seem strangely familiar, organized like it’s some kind of play or film script:
N: Don’t go!
A: Get out of my way!
N: I didn’t post those videos!
