Quroscuro

Diptych

When I mention The Wannadies the song I had in my head was 'You and Me', if you are interested you can find it on spotify.

He didn't have to drive for very long before he reached the estate, sneaking in and out was a well practiced vice. He unlocked the door in a way he had practiced countless times before, the trick was to lift the door by the handle ever so slightly. He made a gap just big enough to squeeze his body through. He slowly clicked the door back into place.

All was going well...so far. He slipped off his shoes and headed for the stairs; the house was completely dead. Before going any further he remembered a crucial step he had skipped, he whips his personal phone from his pocket and turns it to silent. Returning it to his pocket he makes a start on the stairs. He genitally placed is whole foot down on the first step, again this was a well practiced art form. 

He eventually reached the top, Nathan much preferred the dorms the hall ways in the estate were dark and lonely. He crept towards his room keeping with the formula he had used on the stairs. He finally reached the room. It was neat just as he liked it, everything had it's place. His parents never stepped into his room anymore because of the amount of times he had flipped his shit over things being moved. Washing would be left outside the door in a basket along with anything else his parents wanted to give him, but it tended to just be washing, post and new disposable phones. 

He pulled out a box of several black photo albums from under the bed. He remembered how many hours he had spent labeling and colour coding each and every one. Red was for family, blue was for times he had spent with friends, yellow was for shoots, and orange was for selfies and self portraits. He pulled out and thumbed through the most recent orange coded folder until he found one which would work. He was alone near a bonfire he had lit by the lighthouse. The photo was him silhouetted against the roaring fire, beer bottle in hand. It was seven months old, one month before Rachel went missing. He plucked it out.

"If I use this it'll give me some time to think about how I am going to expose everything." He whispered to himself.

He pulled out his phone and texted Max.

Nathan: I hv a pic 7 months old.

Max: Found one too, it's around 7 months old as well.

Nathan: GR8! Met at lighthouse asap.

He placed the photo into his inner jacket pocket and put his albums back in order. and placed them back in the box under his bed. Picking up his shoes he made the trip back to the door.

Once outside he walked back to where he had parked his car, he knew not to park outside of the house just in case the car noises woke anyone up and alerted them to his presence. He opened the door and slipped inside. He let a sigh of relief escape him.

"Sneaking around is a pain in the ass" he mumbled to himself as he grabbed a Wannadies CD from the glove compartment. I bet Max would approve of this band he thought to himself making sure his CD player was on low volume.

"Wouldn't want to get caught now" he said to himself.

He had been driving a few minutes before it felt safe enough to crank up the volume. Seven months was starting to feel less daunting, it not like he couldn't call her or write a letter. Thinking of letters he should probably invest in a P.O box so Max's letters don't show up at the house. He would definitely keep the letters in the dorm room away from prying eyes.

He thought of the things he wanted to change in the seven months he had to wait. Well saving Rachel is priority as well as exposing the dark room. With his Father out of the picture Nathan knew his rich kid lifestyle would most likely be severely altered. This wasn't as devastating as others might think; Nathan saw this as a chance for him to be his own man and this time he wouldn't be dealing drugs to put into "the handicapped fund". No this time he was going to do things the right way.

He pulled into the beach car park.

Author's notes

I am sorry about the horrendous text speak I never really did use text speak. Gosh I am 21 and I am already struggling to keep up with the kids. What is life?