I reached into my purse, grabbing my phone with trembling hands. I quickly opened my camera app, aiming the camera at his shocked face.
I needed this on camera. In case anything happened to me, I would have him on camera.
My gaze drifted from his face, landing on the countless amount of pictures of myself, plastered against the walls.
Suddenly, all the air escaped my lungs. For a second, I could not breathe. Shock wrapped its cold hands tightly around my throat, holding fast.
"You're sick," I finally managed to utter, my breath coming in tiny gasps. "How long have you been watching me?!" I yelled into his face.
Fear twisted his face as he rested his gaze on me. "This isn't what you think it is," he explained, raising his hands in surrender.
"It's exactly what I think it is. You
