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What I Found in My Teen Son’s Closet Made Me Install a Hidden Camera in His Car – The Footage Terrified Me

After discovering his son Jack’s secret stash of cash, Mark fears the worst and installs a camera in Jack’s car. What he uncovers not only tests his trust but also leads to a surprising revelation that changes their family’s future forever.

When my wife left, Jack and I had to learn how to be a family of two. It wasn’t easy. She walked out the door one rainy night and never came back. She said she needed space, freedom, something she couldn’t get with me and Jack. So it’s been just us for years now.

Father and teenage son | Source: Pexels

I’ve always done my best to take care of Jack. Things got harder after the accident. It happened three years ago. My brother, Duke, got into trouble at a nightclub.

It was the middle of the night when he called, begging me to pick him up. I should have said no. I should have let him figure it out on his own. But he was my brother, and I went.

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Duke was drunk, shouting and causing a scene in the car. I tried to calm him down, but he grabbed the steering wheel. We crashed into a pole. I woke up in the hospital with one leg gone. Duke walked away with just a few bruises. He never even said sorry.

Now, I work from home. The job pays less, but it’s all I can do. I’ve got a little office set up in the living room. Jack helps me when he can. He’s a good kid, but lately, he’s been distant. Always out, never telling me where he’s going.

Man works remotely | Source: Pexels

One afternoon, when Jack was at school, I decided to check his room. I knew it was an invasion of his privacy, but I was worried. I found a stash of money in his closet. A lot of money. Seven thousand dollars. My heart pounded in my chest. Where did he get it? What was he doing?

That night, I waited for Jack to come home. He walked in around eight, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

Jack returns home late | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, Dad,” he said, heading straight for his room.

“Hold up a second, Jack,” I called out. “We need to talk.”

Jack froze. He turned slowly, a wary look in his eyes. “What’s up?”

“Sit down,” I said, pointing to the couch. He dropped his bag and sat. I joined him, leaning on my crutches.

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“I went into your room today,” I started. His eyes widened, but he stayed quiet. “I found the money.”

Jack’s face turned red. “You had no right to go through my stuff!”

“I’m your father,” I said, trying to keep calm. “I have every right to know what’s going on in my house.”

Jack is reluctant to talk | Source: Midjourney

“It’s not what you think,” he muttered, looking away.

“Then explain it to me,” I pressed. “Where did you get all that money?”

Jack was silent for a long moment. “I earned it,” he finally said. “Doing odd jobs. Helping people out.”

I wasn’t convinced. “That’s a lot of money for odd jobs.”

Mark isn’t convinced | Source: Midjourney

Jack stood up, his fists clenched. “I’m telling the truth! Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because it doesn’t add up, Jack,” I said. “I need to know you’re safe.”

Jack’s eyes softened a bit, but he didn’t say anything else. He just stormed off to his room and slammed the door.

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I sat there, staring at the closed door. Something was wrong, and I needed to find out what. That’s when I decided to install a camera in his car. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but I felt I had no choice.

The next day, I bought a small camera and set it up while Jack was at school. It was hidden, tucked away where he wouldn’t see it. I hated doing this, but I needed to know what my son was up to.

Small camera | Source: Pexels

Later that evening, Jack came home and grabbed his keys. “I’m going out,” he said, not meeting my eyes.

“Be careful,” I replied, watching him leave. As soon as he was gone, I went to my computer and pulled up the camera feed.

This was the only way I could keep him safe, even if it meant breaking his trust.

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Watching the camera feed, I felt my heart race. There was Jack, pulling up to Duke’s house.

What was he doing there? My gut twisted with worry as I saw Duke get into the car, handing Jack several small packages and a piece of paper. Jack nodded, tucked the packages under the seat, and drove off.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Was Jack running errands for Duke? And what were in those packages? My mind raced with all the possibilities, none of them good. I had to get to the bottom of this.

Jack talks to Duke | Source: Midjourney

Without wasting a moment, I called a taxi. The wait felt like an eternity, but finally, the cab arrived. I told the driver Duke’s address and sat back, my hands trembling on my crutches.

When we pulled up to Duke’s place, I paid the driver and hobbled out. Duke was outside, tinkering with his old truck. He looked up, surprised to see me.

“Mark? What are you doing here?” he asked, wiping his hands on a rag.

Duke greets his brother | Source: Midjourney

“We need to talk,” I said, my voice shaking with anger. “What’s going on with you and Jack?”

Duke frowned, looking genuinely confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you give him those packages,” I snapped. “What are you getting him involved in?”

Duke’s eyes widened. “Mark, calm down. It’s not what you think.”

Mark comes to confront Duke | Source: Midjourney

“Then explain it!” I demanded.

Just then, Jack’s car pulled up. He got out, looking between Duke and me with a worried expression.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“I’m trying to figure out why you’re running packages for Duke,” I said, my voice rising.

Shocked Jack | Source: Midjourney

Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Dad, you’re jumping to conclusions.”

Duke put a hand on my shoulder. “Mark, let’s go inside. We can explain everything.”

I reluctantly followed them into the house. Duke led us to the kitchen, where a large cooler sat on the counter. He opened it, revealing packages of dried meat.

“Jerky?” I said, feeling more confused.

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“Yeah, jerky,” Duke said. “Jack and I started a small business a few months ago. We make and sell jerky around the city.”

Jack nodded. “We’ve been saving up to buy you a prosthetic leg, Dad. That’s what the money’s for.”

I felt my anger drain away, replaced by a rush of guilt and shame. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bewildered Mark | Source: Midjourney

Jack looked down, his face red. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I knew you’d worry if you thought I was working with Duke, but we just wanted to help.”

I slumped into a chair, feeling like a fool. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice cracking. “I thought you were in trouble.”

Duke gave me a sad smile and shook my hand. “I get it, Mark. After everything that happened, it’s hard to trust me. But I’ve changed. I’m trying to do something good.”

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I looked at my son, seeing the determination in his eyes. “Thank you, Jack. And I’m sorry for not trusting you.”

Jack hugged me, and I felt the weight of the past few years lift just a little. We were in this together, as a family.

A year later, things were different. I had a new prosthetic leg, and life had taken on a new rhythm. The jerky business was thriving. Duke, Jack, and I worked together, spending our days perfecting recipes and delivering orders.