Aaron Carter. Blackthorne Private Boarding School. A mystery. A disappearance. The only key is Tyler Nolan, the headmasters son.

It has been nine years since the disappearance of Aaron Carter. His initial ten months at Blackthorne Private Boarding School; deprived him of friends, family and his heart. 

Will Tyler discover the truth before it is too late or will he succumb to desire and let history repeat twice?

Suspenseful and dramatic. Awash in the passion of the secretive Blackthorne Private Boarding School. 

"You said you're step son is missing, could you verify the details more specifically." The blunt private investigator questioned my father.

"He recently transferred to a different school. Although...he was admitted in my boarding school. When I...married his mother." The restless dark circles under her eyes and the trembling gesture between her slender fingers, indicated the terrible discomfort my step mother was feeling, towards the hesitant pause in my father's speech. Igniting the grief and remorse in my presence.

"I understand. So how long?" The room fell silent. The only motion heard was the clock's endless ticking.

"Nine years from today." I spoke sarcastically, as I lifted myself from the charcoal may-field armchair. 

The investigator strategically placed his lips on his pen, firmly biting on the tip, he sighed; "To be expected, it will not be easy."

The investigator casually informed us, before grabbing his coat and striding along the hallway: "I will inform you twice every three weeks when I find information, till then please pay for my fees. Goodnight." The atmosphere of the room became uncomfortable and so I headed upstairs towards my room - passing his by accident. 

I slammed the door behind me harshly, to notify my parents to not disturb me as I aimlessly lay on my bed exhausted and wearisome from the conversation. Slowly glancing at my right pocket, I thrust my fingers, to pull out my tattered mahogany leather wallet which I flip towards the left, containing the photo placed in the centre.

Aaron appeared to be flawlessly youthful, but his face had a distinctive childish elemental-quality about it; small red lips, ruddy cheeks and natural raven hair that shimmered silkily. The bridge of his nose was powdered with light freckles, resembling a light sprinkling of ash. He possessed a gentle smile in the photo and his pale skin had an ivory tone. The only distinctly Swedish feature he inherited from his mother was the alluring emerald green eyes that was gazing passionately in the photo.

Placing my hands above me, I reminiscent the firm grip that usually tightened  around his frail wrists, whilst eagerly pulling his fragile slender arms towards my waist. I passionately caress his enticing face as he resistantly pulls away which tempts my tenacious grip to further secure his inability to move. His emerald eyes defiantly stare at me, captivating my thirst to monopolize him.

"Why?" I shamelessly cry, positioning the pillow above my face. The muffled sobbing continues, which slightly eases the ache.

Aaron

 Gently I placed my palm on the moisture sensation, smearing across the warm tension. In this continuous motion, I delicately smudged my fingertips against the condensated window, arching my wrist firmly in circular movements to reveal the blurred scenery opposite me.

Beyond this concealing window, my eyes gazed upon at the unruly twigs surrounding the apple tree that stood afar. Wiry tangled branches swayed melodically along with the dotted buds.  The ethereal silvery blue, tinged with the vivid green of some pioneering flora, emphasized the watery light of morning. My eyes squinted closer to inspect the tips of the tight buds blossoming slowly, displaying the glazed dynamic combination of radiant pinks and white. The denuded trees across, possessed withering petals that fluttered separately, flowing gracefully towards the silky grass that shaded darker beneath the tree's shadow. 

I glimpse towards my wrist, attentively looking at my watch as the hand strikes twelve; the private hired car had arrived. 

The old black car came to a screeching halt in front of Aaron, splashing him with droplets of muddy rainwater from the puddles the previous night before had occurred. Aaron stood there, startled and  dismayed. The chilly water took him by surprise; he shivered as it soaked through his clothes and trickled down his frigid skin. He shuddered. Clenching his fists tightly, he frustratingly opened the car door. Placing his drenched suitcase beside the back of the drivers' car. He sat unpleasantly on the leather seat, reaching to close the car door. The interior of the car was plain but tasteful as the aroma of soap permeated the air. 

The sudden thought of spring fathomed me. Reminiscing as the car passed along the streets. I noticed this quaint town became very silent today. Slumping slowly, Aaron realized his sleeplessness made him tiresome. His eyes futilely fluttering, settled for a moment. His breath paused as he silently slept in peace.

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The tranquil environment pleasantly influenced the concerned Aaron, as he glared at the rustic iron gate. The hinges were undoubtedly new, and the baroque styled features, interested him. Inspiring many conflicting thoughts off what was beyond the gates.