Audrey's POV:
It all started when I met my ex-boyfriend's faraway friend. Well, he introduced me to the guy after months of our breakup. I admit that I've been hooking up a few guys after a few days of our relationship. But I guess I was just desperate in searching for the right kind of love.
I wanted to take a break from everything, the men especially. I was young, but i was only getting older, and eventually, i would have to take my life seriously...
l worked a small job as a hair dresser. It didn't seem like much, but it saved me a few bucks. My name is Audrey, and last year I had just moved out of my parents' house in South Africa. I was 21 and, at the time, I stayed in Los Angeles. The job helped cover my rent, leaving me with just enough to get by. it wasn't a bad gig, really.
I couldn't move on from my ex, so i dated another guy. After getting out of that toxic relationship with a white guy from the UK, I realized that maybe searching for "the right guy" was just too much. He was overly clingy and depressed, which, over time, became such a turn-off. He would mope about his daddy issues, but at the same time, he'd brag about how much money he made on his own without any family support.
I only discovered this side of him later in the relationship, but I felt for the guy. He seemed like he just needed the right kind of support. His name was Conner, and he was 22. I thought we shared the same interests. He said he was just looking to try things out with a girl, and I wanted the same. At first, i thought he was genuine during the few weeks of getting to know each other. But damn, he turned out to be a good liar.
After a month of talking, we started dating. Everything was casual, except for how'd he text me constantly after our dates. Every day, I'd wake up to around twelve messages about how much he missed me. I didn't know how to take it, but I figured maybe he just really enjoyed my company. It went on for an entire week, and I was already irritated. I started getting this weird hunch that he might be cheating on me. Stupidly, I asked him about it over text. He replied, saying he just couldn't stop thinking about me whenever he wrote those messages.
I was kind of flattered, but at the same time. It felt.. off. Was he obsessed with me or something? It was weird.
While we were dating, he never really told me what he did for work or what he enjoyed doing besides being "successful." He was so secretive about it. Sure, he was sweet in his own way, but his behavior didn't cancel out how strange he was. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than he let on.
I rarely visited his place. He always had "late office days," and he didn't want me around his house whenever he wasn't there, which was a valid point, but the fact that i barely visited his home, was sketchy.
Turns out, my gut was right. He ended up being the most manipulative man I've ever met. He was one, not a liar, not a narcissist but a cheater, too. I had every reason to be suspicious.
I ended up secretely meeting his father, somene who, despite what Connor said, was very much present in his life.
It all started on a random day at home when I decided to do some digging into his family life. I already knew he had an absent mother who was jailed for a crime i wasn't fully sure of. I've never heard him speak about a family member, and when I asked him about it, he'd tell me little parts of his life. I had nothing better to do, and i was curious. So I grabbed my laptop and started searching.
He wasn't proud of what he told me and when he told me any of this, but my gullible self believed every excuse he made to emotionally manipulate me to make me feel bad for him. I started to question his intentions a bit. We were only dating for three months, and i found that out in the two months of our relationship. Good thing I didn't sit this one out, and i uncovered more than he probably wanted me to know.
I knew Connor's surname, Conner Wilson, which made it easier for me to track down his mothers name and to perhaps find information out of her. He didn't have any siblings or at least none that i knew of, but i did remember his mothers name. It was a bit of a blur, but I put my best bets on 'Clariss Wilson'. I wasn't some deep stalker, I just used Google to find answers, and I got my results.
Her Facebook was still active, and there were a few videos circulating of her on the web. A few videos caught my attention, like one in particular, "Crazy Woman Clariss Wilson Goes Rogue On The Streets." Intrigued, I went to her Facebook page and stalked her posts, as I started scrolling through her posts, it was almost exhausting as she had hundreds of them but I was stunned to see her face, she was this youthful and radiant looking lady. It almost contradicted the allegations made against her on the web, although I wasn't completely sure.
"Damn, he's got a hot mom? I said, shocked. "What happened to him?"
I stumbled upon an old post from 2018 with the captain, "My loving husband."
Bingo!
Luckily, he was tagged on the caption. For the first time, I got to see his dad's face. My eyes flinched towards the screen, taking in the image of a kind looking man. I clicked on his profile and saw his name: Damian Wilson.
Under most of his posts were baby pictures.
Im guessing it was Connor.
Most of his posts were memories of Connor growing up. I scrolled through the baby and kid pictures, and yeah, it definitely looked like him. Still exhausted from scrolling, i decided to switch the setting to his newest posts instead.
After sitting for hours, i was hungry, and it was late. For a quick snack, I prepared my favorite noodles and went back to my room. I was still deep into my investigation, though I hadn't really paid attention to his posts. Staring at the screen for too long had strained my eyes. So I took a break for about a good 10 minutes.
When I walked back into my room, a recent post of Connor was right in front of me. My laptop was sitting on my bed, directly in a view from the door. My jaw dropped, and I nearly spilled my noodles as I jumped back into my bed.
I had to look back twice at the screen. There it was, a picture of Conner and his dad, posted from two days ago with the captain: "Son" with a bunch of daemojis's. That liar was smiling so wide. It was almost like he was mocking me through the screen.
"Oh my gosh, this guy is a psycho," I muttered, shaking my head.
So what happens next? Does he even know his son's got a girlfriend? How do I even approach him?