Machia Veil Timeline

Midnight – Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge

All was dark and silent. Nate’s pulse thundered in the silence. Jerking, he sighed with relief. It was a dream!

He was curled on the bed. As if in a trance, still descending. The dogs barked. They were happy.

He caught voices. They were memories. Moments in his life.

Nate was drunk, hollering from a convertible jeep.

Reaching out for Lauryn. The fierce current tossed him sideways as his mind swirled with drugs and alcohol.

“Please, don’t let me go!” Lauryn’s expression twisted in terror.

But the raft collided with a rock.

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As Nate scanned the turbulent water for Lauryn, his piercing cry echoed across the gorge.

Time stopped.

He was small. Mummy was getting ready for a ball. Dazzling in cherry red.

Then he was three. Mummy and Pa swung him in the air after arriving from a trip. Later that night, they read them a story. The room was cosy and warm, the music box played his favourite theme.

He was still twisting. Anguish.

Miles was five. He pulled a toy away from Nate and he shuddered, bellowing for his toy.

Pa running through the parterre, holding him in the air. He shrieked with laughter.

Nate reached out to his father and brother. But they faded.

Alekee, six, offered him his chewing gum. Nate had a princess costume on, and Laine was applying blush on his cheeks.

Flashing lightbulbs dazed him as he hid behind his mother. Mummy taking his hand.

He was eight.

“Bath is ready!” said Connie.

Mum and Papa are arguing.

Running away from the press in Antigua.

Aunt Matea and Auntie Jade roaring with laughter from the stables. Nate climbing on his new pony, Coco.

Aged fifteen, an orgy being kissed by three girls.

Nate at school, children laughing at his joke.

Christmas choir in their local Chapel in Dene.