Page 15 of Light

I know I shouldn't be thinking about him, but he's so ridiculous I just can't help it.

It seems like every time he shows up, he finds a way to make me laugh. I'm not even sure he means to do it.

It's not like me to get hung up on a man. They're all the same to me. To make matters worse is the fact that Light is truly not any different. He's self centered. Cocky. Not to mention impossibly arrogant.

Still, I find myself thinking about him more than I should be. I need to put him out of my mind. Focus on what's really important.

"Mom, look!" Tyler calls out for me and I turn in his direction. He's smiling but I notice that he's out of breath. This little outing into the yard isn't going to be a long one.

Tyler picks up a rock and swings a stick like a bat. The rock connects with the stick with a sharp crack before I can tell him not to do it. We may have a nice yard but it's not big enough for him to be doing that.

"Did you see, Ma?" he is extra excited and I don't have the heart to tell him that he shouldn't be doing that.

"Yeah buddy, that was cool!" I nod my head but at the same time I cringe as I think about where the rock could have hit on the house. I didn't hear any glass breaking. Thank goodness for the small miracles.

"Did you see how far it went? I think I'm going to be a baseball star." he smiles brightly at me and I return the expression. I'm glad that he has a dream even if his condition will make accomplishing that dream more than a little difficult.

I stand there in the yard for a few more seconds just watching him before I lose myself checking the perimeter for weeds and garbage. I might as well get some work done while I'm out here.

There's a few dead areas on the side of the house that tends to always sprout some weeds. I make my way over there and sure enough there's a few patches that I need to clear up. When I look on the ground I see that there are no more cigarette butts. I clean them up after I found them out here the last time. If there's no more out here does that mean that they've finally stopped coming around?

I can hope but I'm not going to hold my breath.

With a sigh I tilt my head back and let my eyes roam over the siding of the house. It needs a good power washing. The windows have a few extra cracks in the foundation.

And there's a fucking camera mounted in the very top corner of my house.

My heart hammers away in my chest. Is this the reason that no one has come back in the last day. Did they finally give up trying to torment me in person. Now they are just tormenting me electronically.

I run my fingers through my hair and quickly try to figure out my next move. I already found the address of a gun shop in town. The reviews say the process to get a gun is quick and easy as long as I don't mind paying extra. I mind.

I don't have any extra money to spend, at least that's how I felt last night but now that I see the camera in the corner I'm thinking that I might just have to sacrifice some more if it means I'll be able to protect myself and Tyler.

Looking back up at the camera I wonder if Deke or one of his people are watching me right now?

The camera itself isn't very high tech. In fact, It doesn't even look like there is any audio features on the small device. What's also strange is the angle the camera is in.

It's not pointing toward my front or back door. It doesn't look into the house. In fact the only thing it's pointing to is the electrical box and the small space in front of it.

The electric box.

"No the hell he didn't" Quickly, my fear turns to anger as I start to piece together another option on who might have installed this camera. I didn't notice it in the days before and the only person that has been here over the past few days that might have had the time to install the camera is Light.

If I'm right and it is him who put this here, he's going to have so fast talking to do and after that I'll call the cops. The blatant invasion of my privacy is more than I can abide.

I don't care if he's a funny guy or not, there's absolutely no reason for him to do this.

With fire in my steps, I march into the house and grab my cell phone. My entire body is trembling as I dial the number on the card he left the last time he was here.

"Light Electrical, it's my job to get you turned on, how can I help you?"

I roll my eyes at his immature but witty greeting. Of course he'd answer the phone like that.

"Light, it's Melissa. Ah... the woman down the road who's..."

"I know who you are Melissa. What's up? Did something happen? Do you need me?" The question is out of his mouth so smoothly it catches me off guard. I'm sure he talks to everyone like this.

"Actually. I need to ask you something. Do you have any time to stop by today?" I'm not going to confront him on the phone. No I want to see his face when I ask him what kind of sick pervert he is.

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