I look back at the screen. I’d reached the bottom of the list and near the top of the screen I see: Alicia Watt - 61 Conite Street. I feel the two sides of my chest compress inwards, my heart enlarging to the size of a house, bloated and sickly.
I want to be sick.
I can feel it in my stomach and tickling the back of my throat.
Compiling photos that are on the web already is one thing, I mean, in a roundabout way sites like Pinterest and i********: already do that. But to include the girls’ addresses is... well, it’s dangerous, right? What’s to stop some knob with an over-inflated sense of entitlement, like those Year 12’s from outside the bathroom last night, from properly stalking any of these girls? What’s to stop...?
My thoughts go into overdrive and my stomach churns. I slip from m
