Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
So how long has he felt this way? I thought he disliked me back then.
My mind goes back to my necklace, I grab a ruler (why the hell he has a ruler upstairs I have no idea) and get back to work on loosening the necklace from the skirting board.
The corner of the plastic measuring device slips between the floor and board at the corner. I slide it along the crack until I’m a few centimetres away from my jewellery.
Click. Uh-oh. The skirting board just fell away from the wall. That’s not good.
My attention is on the small dark space, I’m sure I can see something. Like a box of sorts. Using the light from my phone I shine it into the hole, scared I’ll find any number of creatures. Instead I find a very small and clean space filled with DVD cases perfectly lined up.
What are these?
Nathan’s porn stash? I can’t help it, my curiosity won’t let me leave them behind. If it’s porn or possibly even Nathan doing naughty things I’ll just put them back.
I’m so lucky. Caleb always said I was lucky and he was right. It feels like I was meant to find this. What are the odds that this would happen because I threw my necklace?
I run my finger over the plain black cases with labels along the narrow edge. My eyes instantly zoom on one that seems separate from all of the others. It’s the only one that’s labelled,
First Time
(Inc---Stephan)
Isn’t that Mr Weston’s name? I’m sure it is.
I pull out three of the unlabelled DVD’s and the labelled one and walk back into Nathan’s room. I should have taken better note as to where everything was, he’ll most likely notice that I’ve moved them being the perfectionist that he is.
I wish I had my own TV in my room, less chance of getting caught but I know he won’t be back for a while. It still makes your hands shake at the thought though.
When I open the DVD the title baffles me.
I don’t hesitate to place the disk into the attached DVD player behind the TV and turn it on.
He Knew
What kind of title is that for a homemade porno? That’s assuming it is a porno.
I pop the DVD in the player and sit back on my knees. The screen is fuzzy for a few minutes with white noise. The quality isn’t great either. Huh, seems to be some kind of… oh my god. That’s here, I’d recognize that front door anywhere.
“Where is he?” A man I don’t recognize speaks from behind the camera. “Where’s my big boy today?”
Oh, it’s some kind of home video.
“Here, Grandpa here!” I let out a startled laugh as a dark haired boy who can’t be older than six comes rushing through the archway and vanishes from sight as he no doubt hugs his grandpa. Wait… I’ve seen this boy before. The picture I found. It’s Caleb!
My heart soars.
“Look what Grandpa has, Nathan.”
Wow. It’s Nathan? Is he sure? He must be, he’s their grandfather. The resemblance is uncanny.
“Cool.” The video wobbles a lot and crackles as the boy’s grandfather shows him the camera.
Nathan is now back in view, his face only seeming to be a few inches away from the camera. Oh my god. I know those eyes and those lips and those freckles. That’s Nathan. It is Nathan! Now that I’m getting a closer look I can tell that it’s him.
“And how old you are now?” Grandpa asks as he takes the camera back from the happy little boy. So carefree, so happy. It’s odd seeing Nathan this way.
The boy smiles and the smile is so easy, it reminds me so much of Caleb, “I turned six yesterday!”
“I’m guessing you’ll be wanting a present?”
The little boy bounces on the spot, his tight white shirt and cute little blue bow tie the only thing in view as he goes up. He can jump pretty high for a kid of his age. “Pwease, pwease, pwease.” Aww, he said pwease. He’s so adorable.
“Come on then,” Grandpa leads him outside. “To the barn.”
“Yes!” Nathan hollers, his little fist pumping the air. “To the barn!” He says this like a superhero and flies forward through the long grass. I can’t stifle my smile at his playful behaviour.
Ah, I get to see the barn which has been burned to the ground.
My suspicions are soon confirmed when they manage to make it to the huge white barn, almost as big as the house. I see Grandpa’s slightly aged hand unlatch a door around the side and push it open. This camera movement is making me feel a little bit nauseous.
“Where is it? Where is it?” Nathan bounces up and down excitedly on the spot just inside of the doorway. The light flicks on, showing how terrible the quality of the video camera from eighteen years ago really was. And this video camera is probably one of the best of its time. Whoever made these videos must have gone to a lot of trouble to convert them onto a DVD.