Watch Me - Page 115

“Fuck,” Blake breathes out.

“I reported it to the police. I’ll drop the phone at the station so they can go over the texts.” Seth’s hand returns to my back.

“What about this other number?”

My head lifts at Blake’s question. He has my phone in his hand and glares at it.

“I didn’t go through it all.”

Seth tips his face to look into mine. His thumbs come up and wipe at the wetness on my cheeks.

Sitting back, I swipe at my face. When did I start crying?

Blake glances at me and then shakes his head. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“No.” I hold my hand out, trying not to let it tremble. “It’s my phone. You aren’t cutting me out of this conversation.”

“It’s an anonymous caller. They included pictures.” Blake doesn’t hand me the phone. “Someone’s been watching you.”

My brow furrows. I know I just locked up and cried, but I’m not a delicate flower. I just needed a moment. “Let me see, Blake.”

His lips thin, and it seems like he is going to deny me, but then he blows out his breath. “Fine. Finish your breakfast first.”

He slides the phone into his pocket. Seth and Blake move around the kitchen, getting coffee and making breakfast. They’re doing their best not to make it noticeable that they’re worried about me.

I force myself to eat my eggs. Each bite almost chokes me, but I don’t care. I’m doing what I have to in order to get the information.

By the time I finish, Noah has come in and given me a kiss on the forehead. Then Coop comes in with a bright grin that falls when he sees me.

“What happened?” he asks, glaring at the others like it’s their fault the smile he left there this morning is gone from my face.

“My old phone has texts.” I swallow the last bite and sit back. My gaze finds Blake. “Are we going to do this?”

He nods curtly and jerks his head toward the living room. When I head for the couch, the others follow me. Before I can sit down, Coop grabs me and drags me down on his lap. I give him a sharp look, but he ignores it. Noah and Seth sit on either side of Coop, and both put a hand on me.

Noah takes my hand and Seth puts his on my thigh. Their touch and closeness settle me as Blake sits on the ottoman in front of me.

“You don’t have to see these, tiger. I don’t want to frighten you.” Blake’s eyes are filled with concern.

I take a deep breath. “It’s better to know than to imagine.”

My imagination has taken me to some pretty dark places recently, and I don’t need it to expand to the unknown.

Blake nods and holds out the phone.

Unknown:

You and me, little one. Soon.

The first picture is from the day I went shopping for new clothes. There’s a picture of me looking through panties and bras. One of me trying on shoes. One of a mirror in a changing room, reflecting me stripped down to the underwear I was trying on.

Blake scrolls forward, and there is a picture of me studying in the library from a few months ago. Walking on campus. Blake carrying me out of my apartment, unconscious. One of me sleeping in the hospital bed.

My hand goes over my mouth at that one. The next one is a video.

“We don’t have to—‍” Blake starts.

“Play it.” I squeeze Noah’s hand. Seth’s hand tightens on my thigh.