My Dad Turns Out to be Eyes

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Nathan walked back to his apartment at half-hour one in the morning. He was tired and his energy was already completely drained and he wanted nothing more than to spend the night sleeping on his bed. 

Nathan has left the memory card with his boss and has told him he will be back the next morning to start figuring out who did all these confusing things to him.

"Nathan, thank God..." Jessica exclaims.

Nathan had just closed the door when Jessica suddenly threw herself into his arms. Nathan hesitantly raised his hand and placed it on the girl's waist as he sensed that the girl's body was trembling.

"What's up, Jessica?" Nathan asked her with a confused look. "What's been going on?"

"My macbook, Nathan!" said Jessica.

Jessica then releases her hug from Nathan's body. "It looks like someone has hacked it, Nathan. That guy, I don't know who, he sent me a few sentences. He knows so many things.well..from my old habits.I mean, like my drinking habits when I feel stressed. But how did he know that? Nathan, I don't understand."

"Sst, sytt, sytt," Nathan tries to calm the girl down. "Everything's fine, Jessica. Don'worry. Now you try to show me that Macbook."

Jessica nodded, she clasped her hand and took Nathan to the sofa. Jessica took a deep breath before she finally sat down and directly handed the Macbook to her.

Nathan lifted the lid to reveal his screensaver. But there's nothing there.

Jessica stared in shock as she looked at the empty screen before her

"What?" joked Jessica. "How could it not have been there before... Nathan... I'm not lying to you..."

"I know that you're not lying, Jessie" Nathan said. "I believe in you, Jessica. Can you do your best to remember what that guy told you?"

"I can't" said Jessica, lowering her head, ruffling her hair with her hands. "There's not much I can remember, he said I was alone. He suddenly turned on the webcam on my Macbook. And he. he also said something about how he didn't want me. But maybe needed me. I don't know what that means..."

"Alright," Nathan replied trying to calm down. "There's no point in being hysterical, Jessica. You need to calm down, okay? Acting like this is definitely not going to help you."

"What else can I do?" jessica said to herself, "I just feel sick because I've been thinking about this, Nathan."

Jessica nodded after a while. He did his best not to sound too worried about this. At this moment, Nathan looked very calm to him. Even though he did his best to be like Nathan, be calm. But it was hard. One day she felt so stressed and the next moment she felt so calm. The range of emotions felt so strange to Jessica.

"You can sleep in my room tonight, Jessica," Nathan told her. "Well .. I mean this morning ..."

"No, you definitely need your bed more. I'll be fine. I think I overreacted a little bit, maybe a little crazy after today's incident..."

"No, you're not like that" Nathan replied in a soft tone. "Come on. You should go to bed and calm yourself."

Nathan stood up and extended his hand to Jessica. Jessica grabbed the helping hand and stood in front of Nathan. Jessica lowered her head, looking down withholding worry, but in the next second Nathan put his finger under the girl's chin to point Jessica's gaze at him once more.

"Have you called your father?" Nathan asked.

"Yes, but she didn't answer" whispered Jessica. "Maybe he's with another girl, I guess."

Nathan chuckled, he then took a moment to smile at the girl. Jessica didn't say anything for a few seconds when Nathan took her to her bedroom. 

The room was so neat, with hardly any furniture for it. There was only one nightstand, one bed and one wardrobe.While the bed was still unclothed from the former bed the night before. 

Nathan turns on the lamp beside the bed and picks up his dirty clothes from the end of the bed and moves them into a basket.

"Don't go, Nathan!"

Nathan was stepping up to put a basket of dirty clothes into the bathroom when he heard Jessica talking to him.

Nathan turned to look at Jessica who was currently hugging her own arm and staring right at him. What does it mean to not go?

'Is Jessica thinking of...'