18 Chapter Seventeen: Make-up's & Break-up's

I pick up a large brick-like rock, and inspect it, before letting all of my built-up anger, into chucking it through Samantha's bedroom window. It shatters, I use my elbow, to clear away excess glass. Before jumping feet first, inside.

I look around, to make sure that no is around, before sprinting over to her laptop. I open it, click the mouse, then it asks for a password.

"Fuck," I whisper yell, "What would her password be?"

"Think Andy, think." I say, hitting myself in the head. Then it comes to me. I type in, "J A K E" I close my eyes, and pray that it works.

I open my eyes, and look at the screen. "Password confirmed."

I let out a sigh of relief, as I click ok. "Now where would she keep that file," I say under my breath.

Jake said it was a video, so I go into her drive, and filter videos. What I find isn't what I excepted. There's hundreds of videos, Jake 01/21, Jake 01/22, Jake 01/27... Has she been stalking him?