What’s Done in the Dark: A Woman’s Intuition
My coworker, Martin, discreetly handed me the flash drive. He shook his head and said, “Good luck.” He reluctantly gave in to my persistent requests. Ethical programmers have an honor code they live by. I asked him to break it this one time, because I needed to know. I needed answers.
I tried my best to restrain my anxiety as I rushed out the office to my car, hoping no one would interrupt my desperate exit. I only had one hour to get this done before coming back to work from lunch.
The short trip home seemed to take forever. I finally made it home and pulled the car into the drive way with a screeching halt. I entered the house, threw my jacket on the sofa and went straight to the back room where Terrence seems to always spend his nights. I shoved the flash drive in the port, plopped in the chair and scooted closer to the desk concentrating on getting this done, and fast. The keylogger only took about 5 minutes to load. I logged out of his computer, removed the flash drive and headed back to work.
I was barely in my car when guilty thoughts began racing through my head. Really, Chyna? Has it come down to this? Do you really want to check out what your man’s been doing on the internet? Would you want him to do it to you? Do you really want to know? Seek and ye shall find. Knock and the door will slam open and yank your ass in! Are you ready for that?
“Yep!” I said out loud, as I pulled into my job’s parking lot.
Every night, he makes his way to that God forsaken back room, and every night, I’d go to bed alone and frustrated. His excuse was always he needed his downtime. He would say, “It’s sorta like taking a shot of whiskey to wind me down. Chillout, baby, and let your man have his down time.”
I decided to ask him again this evening to come to bed with me. He barely looked at me and mumbled that he had a few things he needed to do on the computer. I was more cooperative than normal. I knew the keylogger would tell me everything I needed to know… good or bad. Without arguing I replied, “Ok, boo. Do you."
I don’t know when he finally made it to bed. I woke up the next morning staring at the back of his head, as usual. Cuddling had gone out the window a long time ago. I showered, dressed and went to work.
After work, I made a B line straight home, desperate to get to that back room and to the keylogger on his glorified computer. Just when I walked through the door, he called me to tell me he would be late coming home. Cool! I’ve got even more time to see where he’s been prowling on the world wide web!
I headed to the back room and turned on the computer. I took a deep breath and said, “Here we go, girl… Let’s do this!”
As I read the keylogger, my heart sank and my blood pressure began to rise. I didn’t expect to see what was laid out in front of my eyes. Dread filled my soul and I realized that I’ve been living and sleeping with a fucking stranger, a crazy freak! I followed his digital footprints to all kinds of shit! From freaky conversations he was having with his ex’s, all kinds of vulgar nude pics from females, and pics of his penis he sent back to all of them. I could have dealt with all of that. I would have gotten complete satisfaction from cussing and kicking his ass out. But, what killed my insides… What ripped my soul and stopped my breath was nude pics of a young girl. Her familiar face stared back at me lustfully. Her one hand groped her young plump breast, while the other played with her privates. Her legs were splayed open exposing her everything!
I knew her. I hugged her. I invited her in my house. I fed her. She and my daughter had become friends. She even called me Auntie Chyna! He told me she was his play niece. I couldn’t help but believe him. She was so young, no more than 14 years old! I couldn’t look anymore. If there was more to see, I didn’t care. THAT was enough.
I grew sick to my stomach as I thought about my daughter, Chelsea. I have my daughter living in a house with a child molester! I placed my baby in harm’s way while dealing with a sick ass niggah! What the hell?? I was so angry with myself and mad furious with this son of a bitch! I started thinking about all the times I left them alone together while I ran errands and how Chelsea would plead for me to take her with me!
The chair slammed to the floor as I jumped up and stormed out of the room. All I could think about was Chelsea and lighting his ass up with his own Desert Eagle .50 caliber and watching the life drain from this crazy monster! He should have never told me where he hides his gun! He should have never taken me to range all those times! Because he’s about to die tonight!! Point blank… POW!
[Did you like Chapter 1? Look for Chapter 2. Stay tuned.....]