CHAPTER 14 The Manipulator D aya put some type of block on my phone to prevent further hacking. While my brain kept circling back to the nudes, Daya’s concern was the guy having access to my phone in general. He’d be able to see all my messages, have access to my bank information, track my phone and find me wherever I go. It seems every day, my appreciation for Daya grows. She gave me a sense of safety I didn’t realize I was missing. I’m going to have to propose to her soon or something. Still, I will never take another nude in my entire life, but that’s a small price to pay in the grand scheme. I’ve decided to remove the camera from my room to allow me at least some semblance of comfort. I’ll just have to hold off on walking around the house naked until something is done about this creep. Now, if only Arch’s best friends weren’t up my asshole, then maybe I’d get an extra hour or two of sleep at night. The rest of the day was spent in silence, both of us lost in our work. While Daya did whatever she does, I pulled out every picture in this house and picked through them. I’ve no idea what I’m actually looking for. Maybe Gigi with another man besides my grandfather. After an hour of looking, I realized that she tended to write the names of the people captured in the photo and the year on the back of each picture. I searched for the name Ronaldo, but never found it. “Halloween is coming up. We’re going to haunted houses this year, right?” Daya asks. She’s standing at my front door, about to head home for the night. I give her a droll look. “Halloween is my entire life, Daya. Of course, we’re going to fucking haunted houses.” For as long as I can remember, Halloween fascinated me. The creatures and creepy faces. The jump scares and impending dread that something horrific is going to happen. I’ve had an unhealthy obsession with it all. Mom sent me to therapy specifically for my fascination with gory horror movies. She thought I was a psychopath. And really, I just get off on being scared. I think it’s a step up from being a psycho, but the therapist disagreed.