Chapter 4 Junior Year: 2009

Coming into my own power this year, my news column in the school's paper has at last been approved. I chose to write about school life in my column titled "Bloodline." I felt like I finally have a voice, AT LAST! I didn't give a damn about those two men who showed their faces at my home trying to give me a word of warning, still not knowing if they were FBI or two goons sent by Mr. Ashbrook. But I am betting that devil Ashbrook was behind it. I've a voice now! Whether people like it or not.

I talked to Mr. Corsair while we are walking across the school's grounds. I learn that Ashbrook has an evil dark side to him, with loads of power. To believe I used to be in love with Mr. Ashbrook. I see how evil he truly is now and I learn that the sexually scandalous things have been going on at the school since the 1800's. Mr. Corsair told me his theory of all the murders over the years, by someone and make it looked like they committed suicide. He told me that he stayed on at the school to see if he could help prevent more deaths and sexual trafficking because he didn't have enough evidence to make the authorities believe him. I thought about what he said; there have been four suicides happen since I began there. I just had never connected the dots.

I started to research more into the school's past; I discovered Mr. Corsair is spot on every detail we had spoken about. One day, while Mr. Corsair was out sick, and Mr. Ashbrook took over teaching the class the day and wanted to show us a movie for the class hour. To my astonishment and with much disbelief he showed us the VHS tape. I was so shocked. Somehow that VHS tape went from being locked away under my bed, and had somehow made it to our classroom TV screen. I still don't know how he found it. I was sick to my stomach the moment I saw what he had. Mr. Ashbrook made us all watch all of it to the end. He was using the tape to prove he had power over us. He told us not to tell a soul about this, or all of us would pay dearly. He looked so evil and sounded so scary to all of the students we just sat in disbelief terrified of him.

After class, I stayed back to confront Mr. Ashbrook. We exchanged words, I was absolutely livid. At the end, he told me that in fact, he broke into my room looking for something to use against me, to get rid of me and my column at school. I cursed at him, telling him this establishes a war. I'll see you caught for your crimes. He yells at me, "While you were a freshman, Audra, you wanted me to touch you that way like the men did in that video." I've looked right at him to reply, "Go to fucking hell Ashbrook," walking out on him.

Leaving the classroom, shaking... I see Lindsay talking with the most popular girl, Britney, in our class. Now Britney has come forth to Lindsay and I, explaining she is terrified because she is the little girl in that movie and it's her own grandpa with her. I hugged her feeling sorry for Britney and worried about what will happen next. I knew that her grandfather was on the school board, and she swears it's filmed at our school.

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It is Halloween night and Mr. Corsair leads me, Lindsay, Bryce, and Britney down to a level under the school. We were expecting to find storage rooms but instead, there were bedrooms and a film set where xxx porn movies were made. Britney reveals it is the same room where her grandpa used to take her. Stumbling on an enormous room filled with bondage toys and gear; we walk through an underground tunnel. We discover it leads right to a huge Victorian home, I thought it was in the direction of Mr. Ashbrook's home.

However, it turns out to be a brothel. We sneak into that house of sin. Hiding in the dark so no one could notice us. I know theses girls we can see through the windows; I've seen before in the school's hallways and such. Dressed in clothes, I've seen in a Victoria Secret catalog and talking to well-dressed older businessmen the girls still don't notice us. I understand from the others and what they can see - a few of the girls happen to be nude or wearing only sexy short shorts.

Unbelievably, Ms. Weaver was there, strutting around and acting like she owns the joint. "What the Hell? Is that what my own grandma did while she had been here?" I turn and hiss in Lindsay's ear while looking back and forth until I couldn't take anymore. I am disgusted with anger deep within me. It's a Halloween that I can never forget.

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I've been sick for two weeks missing school classes and my news column. Even too ill to talk or walk. Ms. Santana took care of me nursing me back to health. Confessing to her about what we had seen on Halloween night, Ms. Santana advises she knows about but refuses to take part in that. Leading me to believed that she had trap here because she knows too much, and they will kill her if she ever leaves Blue Bell, that's all she dares to say.

"What power do they have over her? Why can she not move on?" I speculate.

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Christmas break came, I went back home, fighting with my grandma the whole time. We had a massive fight over the brothel. My grandma laughs it off after I asked her. I see a new side of my sweet and dear grandma that I never thought existed. I decide to keep away from her, staying close to Charlotte who has now moved in. I could drive by now, having gotten my license recently and it allow me to spend more time hanging with Riley and Ella. One day while visiting them I broke down when they took me into Victoria Secret to shop for a good bra. I told them everything I had discovered and spilled my guts about the suicide/murders at the school.

"Good God, Audra, can you see that your own grandma was grooming you into going to Blue Bell your whole life?" Ella made me realized at last.

Before I fly back to school, my grandma and I argue again, and I scream at her, "I vow to you; I will never be like you, opening your legs to any man just for money."

She smiles wickedly while looking at me "You shall if you want to save your life, sweetheart;" and I walk away from her with a vengeance in my mind.

I wrote each column outlining details of what had been happening and displeasing Ashbrook, but I didn't give a damn. The truth needed to be known and he fought to cover it up. Ashbrook and I were always fighting about my column because he was scared someone outside the school might see the details and investigate. It only fueled the war between us.

Ms. Santana begs me to stop it, I didn't listen. Being so headstrong to stop playing games with Mr. Ashbrook gave me a charge of power.

I use my time at the school newspaper to look at the school's archives to find articles with my grandma's name. I saw lots of articles that mentioned her involvement in class activities over her class newspaper. She was the "It" girl of her class. Hearing about and now knowing these stories since I was young, I had proof of her accolades, but I kept wondering about her involvement in the dark side of the school.

I found not a single hint of any stories that tied her romantically to anyone. Until one day, I strike pure gold with an article about my Dad's own Grandpa on his father's side. He happened to be on the school's board. Suddenly, it all makes sense. My great-grandpa had been having sex with his son's future wife and was caught. I am sure he didn't want Dad to become familiar with that.

However, the biggest blow to me was during my research I found an article identifying that my birth mother that I didn't know, also went to Blue Bell. Dad had never told me, he had barely spoken her name to me as I was growing up. I was made so sick by this, I pulled away from my family and kept my calls to them super short. Being pissed at my Dad and Grandma; I did not wish to talk to them. I feel like a lamb led to the slaughter.

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All of the girls in my grade were made to go a mandatory class late one Saturday night. I have no choice but to attend. I walk in the classroom and there's Mr. Ashbrook, Mr. Baxter, Weaver and Ms. Santana there. I question "what's this all regarding," speaking for all of us in attendance.

Mr. Ashbrook snarled at me and began the lecture. He explained to us all how we were now of age and we would now become a part of our school prostitution ring, there was no choice- we join or we will be punished severely. He went on to explain what would happen and how to use this opportunity for us girl's to get pay, ever get into a college of our dreams, as if it was really a choice. The money that one could make by selling your body or sleeping with someone, he told us would be much more than we could get working at any other job, however, it was well known that we were from wealthy families and shouldn't have had to work at all. Mr. Ashbrook told us that they will pair us with special men during summer break to train us for jobs like an intern program, however, we would really be required to have sex with the men or be punished. He kept reiterating that traveling with them getting paid and all, like a school's summer program was a privilege. But he made it clear, "If you don't want to or you cause trouble, I will be choosing some of you for making money for myself." he hissed, looking right at me.

Ms. Weaver then confessed that she's the madam and ask the girl to stand if they willing to join in rather than be required because it would be easier on those girls that made the choice.

All the girls stood, I could not accept the truth with my own eyes. Britney, Bryce, Chole and even Lindsay gave in because of their fear and weakness.

Sitting alone with a pissed off look on my face I couldn't believe they were willingly going to be lambs to the slaughter. All of my friends had turned on me and what we're fighting for. Mr. Ashbrook stares at me with a dirty look in his eyes. I remember shouting, "You are sure praying on these girls weakness and fear, Ashbrook! How dare you... all of you! I can't believe this shit."

Being upset and hurt. I journal the details from what happened that night and published it in the paper, how all of my dear friends betray me. Double-crossing, sellout bitches that I have the misfortune to meet, how dare they let this continue to go on. They saw what had happened to those girls under the trapdoor; did they want to be next?

I didn't want anything to do with them. I began to spend more time hanging out on Facebook all the time chatting with Ella or Riley and avoiding Mr. Ashbrook along with the others. Ms. Santana tried to talk to me about what happened that night, yet, I didn't say a word to them all. I knew I needed to do something, but what could I do? I was angry, frustrated, and honestly a little scared.

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I wanted nothing more to run off, to dropout of high school or go home to finish high school with my childhood friends. I came to comprehend that wanting to go to Blue Bell is the worst mistake that I've ever made of my life; thoughts of everything I witness there flooded my mind. Why did I want so badly to come to Blue Bell in the first place?

I made the decision to stay and keep playing Ashbrook's games. I felt it was up to me to shut down the school once and for all. I needed to put Ashbrook in jail where he belongs.

I've thought back, my whole freshman year and half of sophomore year, I was in love with Ashbrook. Here I was hating Ashbrook, and yet, I wondered if apart of me was still love with him? Why didn't I go to the authorities at some point before now? Something must be wrong with me.

Now looking back, I wished I had to stopped playing my games with Mr. Ashbrook and could have been a normal teenage girl, dating Lionel like he had wanted. But no, I shot him down every time he had to asked me on a date. I always ended up saying no to Lionel so many times and yet he stood by me. Helping me all the time. Lionel even took me to some of the school dances.

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I've received a birthday gift from my dad to go horseback riding in the mountains. I was set to go with Ms. Santana for a weekend away from Academy on my seventeenth birthday. To my disappointment, she got sick and I was left with the no choice but to have Ashbrook as my supervising chaperone. Happy birthday to me, a birthday alone with Ashbrook. Blue Ridge's two-day horseback ride! Boy, this would be fun, I thought until Ashbrook saved my life.

There was a bolt of lightning followed by a loud crack of thunder that spooked my horse and caused it to bolt. Although I had some experience riding horses, I could not cope with this sudden headlong rush. The horse was galloping too fast for safety and was uncontrollable. Badly frightened, I called out for help for dear life. The trail-master was too far out in front to hear me with the patter of the rain and the accompanying thunder.

Ashbrook spurred his horse forward. "I'm right behind you. Just hold on tight as I get a hand on your reins, Audra. As I slow my horse down, yours will pace with mine," Ashbrook told me.

As my horse sped along, Ashbrook continued to talk calmly to me, telling me that the horse could sense my fear and that I had to calm down and communicate this to my horse by sitting deep in my saddle, talking to him, and sawing strongly on the bit in his mouth. The rain continued pounding down.

I felt the soothing tone of Ashbrook's voice and his lack of panic. As it communicated itself to me, I eased up on the racing horse and concentrated on hugging his sides with my legs and sitting deep in the saddle so that he could not throw or dislodge me. Gradually, he slowed down and stopped when confronted with a running stream. Ashbrook pulled up alongside and took my reins in his hand. As he did so, the rain began to die down. "That was some wild ride you set us off on. Audra, are you all right?" Ashbrook asked as he dismounted, still holding my horse's reins. "You have one fine gallop," Ashbrook told my

horse.

"I survived thanks to you, Mr. Ashbrook."

"May I help you down?" I give him an unsure look.

"Yes, my head is spinning. Where are the others?" I asked him as he tied both horses to a tree, caught me around the waist, and lifted me to the ground.

"I yelled to Billy to lead the rest to safety and that we'd catch up with them, but now I don't know if we can find them in the growing dark. With so many riders, I doubt if he would leave them between the rain and the growing darkness. We can find shelter, make camp, and look for them in the morning. The others will come looking for us then. The horses are blown, and we should give them a break. They can drink from the creek, and we can toggle their legs, so they don't wander. Let's get their saddles off."

"That makes sense to me. Okay, let's set up camp for the night

Good thing we each carried our gear." The sudden release from fear left me more stimulated and alive than I had ever experienced. Now I found myself alone with a man I decidedly found sexy, in the moonlight and the beauty of a wilderness shimmering with raindrops. It made me wonder what the night had in store for us.

While I fed, watered, and toggled the horses' legs to keep them from wandering off in the night, Ashbrook set up a tent and started a fire as the rain petered out. The ground was wet, and the air smelled clean and fresh. There was a slight breeze blowing. He found dry wood under some nearby rocks and used waterproof matches he had thoughtfully added to his camping gear. While we talked around the fire, I learned that Ashbrook loved the Rolling Stones, a band that enjoyed enormous fame and popularity in the 1960s. Mick Jagger was one of his idols, and he owned every record the group produced. Both Ashbrook and I were huge movie buffs, and Ashbrook enjoyed writing every bit as much as I did.

I was surprised to find I was once more attracted to the sound of his voice. His beautiful, jet black hair glowed in the light of the fire, and I liked his slightly rugged, yet refined features.

I confided in Ashbrook about my life back in Portland. Ashbrook couldn't help but laugh as I told him about the predicaments and grand adventures that my grandma had at Blue Bell. Although I was beginning to feel very fond of Ashbrook, I knew who he was – a pimp who turned all my friends into ladies of the night.

Since there was only room for one tent in the small, dry space we had found, Ashbrook gallantly insisted I take it, claiming that he had been a master Boy Scout decades ago. I gamely asserted that I had been a member of an élite Girl Scout troop, and my dad was the troop leader! I felt very much at ease bantering with him and experienced a sudden warmth toward this strange and wonderful man.

As darkness entirely fell, our glances met over the firelight and, embarrassed, we looked away. Ashbrook offered to share a sandwich and chips he had brought along for dinner. Dinner would be provided, and I had only packed trail mix and apples. We added the trail mix to our repast and gave the apples to the horses as we sat on my picnic blanket in companionable silence. It was the perfect evening after my harrowing ride, and I felt grateful to Ashbrook for coming to my aid while he sang me Happy Birthday. He had shown me aside that he never had before – a thoughtful and gracious gentleman, and I was surprised to find I truly enjoyed his company.

"That was a great dinner, Mr. Ashbrook," I said, finishing my last bite.

"Thank you. My family and I camp out twice each summer with tents and backpacks. No RVs for us!"

I had not thought of Ashbrook as a father. "You have two sons, right?" I asked.

"Yes, one is ten and the other is seven living with my ex-wife. She left me right after our second son was born."

"I don't blame her for leaving you. What you are doing with my dear uncle is sinful," I haughtily told him.

"Let's talk about your problems at Academy now we're alone in these woods."

"Damn you; I knew when I let my guard down you would find a way in. I am here to forget Academy for my seventeenth birthday."

"All of your friends miss you. You have been in your own world. I need to talk to you about this matter. Your dad called me to check up on you, and we spoke of your behavior. I had to tell him you were insolent," he proclaimed.

"Sorry, they are backstabbers. I can't forgive them, even my family." There went my women's rights action group against this Academy .

"Audra, what has happened to you?" As if he didn't know; as if his evil ways had nothing to do with my situation or how I behaved.

"You have turned bitter, cold like ice to everyone. Where did that sweet and happy-go-lucky Audra go who made me laugh, put a smile to my face and made my whole day?" he asked looking right at me.

"That's what happens after you get your heart broken many times over and over again," I replied, still a little scared to be with him all alone at night.

"Did I break your young, sweet little heart? Do we have to end a wonderful friendship?" he asked as I looked at him. "Do we have to continue fighting when we return to Academy ? I liked how it used to feel between us," he suggested. I remembered back to the days when I was fourteen and new on campus, curious if he would be the guy that I would give my body to for my first time.

I felt a pull at my heart from the dark side of me that reminded me of another part to Ashbrook, one that I longed to see – his romantic side, even though I knew he was evil.

"Yes. Oh god, yes," I started sobbing.

"Forgive me, Audra. I am sorry ..." he gushed while pulling me into his strong embrace.

The sweet scent of his cologne drew me in and caused me to react to him. I said it. "Dammit! I love you, Mr. Ashbrook. I never stopped loving you deep in my heart," I confessed to him, letting my heart rule my mind even when I knew better.

Ashbrook turned my face to the stars now that the sky had cleared of clouds and rain.

"Make a wish, birthday girl," he whispered as I peered back to him, wishing to be a year older than I was. Ashbrook moved to throw a log on the fire and cut his hand on the rough bark. "I have a first aid kit in my pack; I'll get it," I told him, as I returned to staunch the blood and clean and bandage the cut.

"I could kiss it and make it better," I teased him.

Before I realized what was happening, he took me up on it and leaned in, his eyes bright and his lips looking soft and inviting. Still a virgin, my body responded to his strong arms and the scent of him as he slid those breathtaking lips down my throat and across my collarbones. I wanted more but was unsure how to encourage him, so I nestled my breasts against his broad chest and held him to me in a loving embrace. As he pulled away, he slipped his hand under my shirt and around my bra, loosening the clasp. I could feel his hot breath as he caressed each nipple and I could feel the moisture forming between my legs and an ache I had never felt before. My legs felt weak as I pulled his head up to my mouth and felt the warmth of his tongue tickling my own. As he pulled away, his eyes asked the question, and I offered him my virginity.

The next thing I knew we went into the tent on the off-chance a mountain lion, wolf, or search party would stumble across us. We pulled at each other's clothes and explored each other's bodies – discovering every pleasure point. Ashbrook took his time arousing me to make sure I would remember this night, which he hoped would be the first of many to come. I had found the night to be much less awkward than I had expected, and was uninhibited as Ashbrook rode me to ecstasy time after time.

I loved the feel of him inside my body and the strength of his thrusts. I moved my hips to meet him and wrapped my long legs around his body as he cupped my buttocks and softly called my name. I could hear the horses pawing the ground outside, possibly unsettled by the sounds of our lovemaking. I gasped with joy as I felt my first orgasm, never wanting him to leave my body again. It was a heart-stopping climax.

"I love you, Audra," Ashbrook breathlessly told me. "Oh my god, I came inside you," he said with a slight panic in his voice. I stared at him, and I replied, "I love you." He happily kissed my lips.

The sex between us had felt frenzied and fulfilling to me. It was everything I'd wanted my first time to be and there was more cuddling to Ashbrook and whispering sweet nothings. I speculated if having sex had been a good idea or not, knowing he was the ringleader of the prostitution ring; but now he was mine, and I knew it. Breaking my vow to myself and the Bloodline group, I had turned Ashbrook from my enemy into my love. ₰₰₰

The next day I confessed what I had done with Mr. Ashbrook to Lindsay and Chloe. Both of them are astonished that I even had sex that past night with Ashbrook. Questioning me, they wanted to know if I'm planned on seducing Mr. Ashbrook in order to break him. I was speechless having no answer for them or myself. Could that be the reason I gave in to his seduction? It might as well be, I told myself... I better come up with something or these girls will decide I am just as evil as he is...

We talk over our problems out. They joined whole brothel thing in order to become spies so we could break up the prostitution ring.

I didn't realize that was their reasoning that day back in that mandatory meeting. What a dumbass I've been. I confess to Lindsay, Britney, Bryce, and Chloe I just didn't know and we all makeup. They told me the details of what happens in the brothel and the rules they are made to follow. I wrote it all down.

The rest of the year I have carefully carried out with my love affair with Ashbrook. I am enjoying his attention, yet telling them I am only doing it so we can break him and his ring apart once we have a good amount of evidence. We hide it well, performing like we still hate each other around the school's hallways. No one had assumed that nothing is going on between us. I carried on writing like always. I even convinced Ashbrook that I needed to continue writing against him or someone would suspect our love affair.

I kept finding 1ime to be with Ashbrook, falling more in love him. And still wondering why I loved someone so evil. What does that say about me and what I do?

I loved spending my time making love to him all day long on Sunday's. All the while the girls still came to me telling me about the sexual abuse that was happening to them. Knowing rape and prostitution were going on at the same time while Ashbrook made beautiful love to me. Why can sex be heaven or hell? What should I do about it now? If I tell, I lose Dante forever...

Dante admits to me that he wants only me; promising to not have sex or a relationship with anyone else. He tells me that he has been married once with a son that's five years older than me. The marriage never worked, because of his job. His wife left him years ago because he had to be the school's headmaster and she didn't want to live in the country around all these children that consumed his time. He knew his family had ran the prostitution ring for years and he was to turn a blind eye to the rape and such. He admitted that someone more powerful will kill him if he gets out of line. I tried to get their name or names out of him, but he refused to tell me.

Ashbrook confirmed to me that's the school had been opened all those years ago as a cover for sex trafficking young girls and the school's has ties right to the top of Washington DC. His family still ran Blue Bell and were forced to carry on or be killed, yes, they made money from the school, but not the actual prostitution and sex trafficking-all of that money was funneled up to men much more powerful than him.

I was so stunned to learn this, I did not tell anyone this critical piece information to anyone out of my love for Ashbrook.

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One night I dreamt that I was back in the wood's walking, stopping to hear some girl calling my name. She asks me if I'm Rosemary's granddaughter Audra. I told her yes, I am. She said her name, Dana. Dana tells me that she's a ghost and she has watched me the whole time. She went on to tell me that was proud of what I'm fighting for and until I started to sleep with that man, she thought I might actually end the abuse. She begins screaming at me, "Do not trust Ashbrook, Audra! Murder is coming" I am startled awake before I could respond to Dana.

Ashbrook being a bed hog that night and he had kicked me awake suddenly. I laid in bed pondering, "Did I really dream up Dana or was she really a ghost that visited me in my sleep?"

Because I was open to communication to her the first time, I've continued to dreamed of Dana almost every night and sometimes she sends me a warning and other nights she peers gloomy at me saying nothing. I continue to wonder whom is she and why is she haunting my dreams; I haven't found anything with her name on it in my research at the school newspaper office.

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Summer break was here, I didn't want to go back home. I was so moody because I kept thinking about the fact I'll be away from Ashbrook for the whole summer, I had at least convinced my dad to not let me "work" over the summers at this point and I really couldn't go back on that request without drawing suspicion from him.

The night before I fly home for summer break, we made love all night long at a 5-star hotel suite. Dante had made excuses to the others that I had to be at the airport super early so he would take me to town and stay the night before so I could make the airport on time, promising to get two hotel rooms. He paid for two but we only needed one.

I slept fitfully on the plane dreaming of Dana all the way back home. "Set me free, find it." Dana keep on saying.

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I arrived home to wonderful news. Dad and Charlotte announced they were getting married and had a baby on the way. I was so thrilled to become a big sister at Christmas time. They saw my happy glowing, I told them I'm dating Lionel swiftly as an excuse for my happiness. They had all wanted to know who the lucky guy was. I recall thinking "Love is heavenly once you discovered it." But I knew I could never tell them I was having an affair with the Headmaster at Blue Bell.

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I've found myself striding out to the enormous rose garden. I saw my grandma sitting alone on a terrace seated on the bench, weeping while the sun was setting. Sitting beside her since we have not talked to each other since that past Christmas. It is time to call a truce between us, I know she loves me.

"My dear Audra. I don't want my new grandchild to go to Blueblood. Look at you at seventeen, and I've turned you in someone I didn't want you to be... can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?"

"Yes, Grandma. Forgive me too Grandma, I miss you!" I reply.

We carried on the discussion that in fact, she did have sex willing and unwilling while she attended Blue Bell. Confessing that she was so in love with my great-grandfather and got married to his son, my grandpa, to stay close to him when he wouldn't marry her himself because she was pregnant, making my great-grandpa really my grandpa, She had never told my dad that his real birth father was his grandpa and because he said he loved his wife he wouldn't leave her to marry my dad's mom. I'm the first to know of this.

I couldn't help myself and said to her that I'm romantically involved with Ashbrook. Grandma smiled at me strangely, "I thought so of the way both of you have always been at each other's throats, grand love sometimes can blossom out of pure hatred, it is a fine line my dear..."

I inquired from her if she had known a girl named Dana while she been there. Grandma turned white as a ghost and began to weep more. Grandma pulled out the picture of her best friend at Blue Bell from her night stand, and tells me that it is Dana. She explained she had made a name up for her while she told me stories before; because of the tragic things that had happened to Dana. Dana had been a lot like me; wanting to expose the school and it's dark sinister ways.

Dana had gone too far, found out too much, and paid the price with her life. Grandma was forced to watch her being murdered by someone made to look as if she committed suicide. Dana had hidden a key in a box in the thickest part the woods, that box has more information on the school grandma tells me. She went on to tell how scared she was when these men tried to murder her after they had murdered Dana. Those men had found out Dana had taken their golden key and a box of information to hide in the woods. They thought that she helped Dana.

My Grandma ran for her life with my great-grandfather to where he lived in Portland, where he had taken her because he couldn't stand the thought of her being murdered too.

There she met my grandpa, they began dating. She discovered she had gotten pregnant by my great-grandfather. She hadn't had sex with grandpa yet. So grandma got in bed with my grandpa and seduced him, so she could tell everyone that she's pregnant with my grandpa and not be labeled trash.

She confessed to me it was hard to get married to grandpa while her heart still belonged to my great-grandfather. Sobbing by now, grandma Rosemary is hugging me while I tell her of my many dreams of Dana.

"Oh, Audra, I imagine Dana needs your help! I never could help her! You must find that box she hid in the woods. In truth, that's the whole reason why I wanted you to go to Blue Bell. I always dream of Dana too, asking me for help," Grandma remar0ked.

A ringing went off in my mind, loud-just like the day we found that trap door. The key must be under the trap door in the woods. I will have to face those woods again to help Dana.

I begin to make a plan...

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In the middle of summer, I got a call from Mr. Ashbrook asking me to come to see him at his beach cottage. With my grandma's help, I went quickly, making excuses to my friends, I told everyone it's a last minute decision on a three-week summer project for school. Little did he know, I had a plan to expose the evil he really was...

We had a such a romantic time on the play war (the card game), long walks on the beach, exploring the beach town, enjoying each other, it began to make me lose sight of my plan to end his sinister ways. Keeping up the act of couple in love confused my heart and my mind. I drank wine with Ashbrook, it was my first real drinking experience. I must admit I liked it a little too much.

One night by a full moon that lit up the sky... Ashbrook made a beach bonfire on the lonely beach. I kept my eyes wandering between his back and then out to the sea before us as I stood on the deck. The firelight lit up his face, my heart jumped. Here he was, bare-foot and sitting on the beach like he's an ordinary everyday man. I almost can't remember the evil things he's done or the feelings of hatred I've had for the happenings at Blue Bell...

Walking towards him, I say, "may I join you?" He turns his head to me. Seeing Dante's eyes light bright full of love. Like he is looking at me just like the first time again.

"I would love your company, my Audra," He acknowledged while patting his hand on the sand wanting me to sit next to him.

I smile at him, walking and sitting next to him. I couldn't resist myself not to take my eyes off of him. I felt the electric waves washing between us.

"I had been waiting for you to mosey out," he confesses to me

"I took my time following your trail, Dante," I tease him, hoping he doesn't catch the double meaning of my words.

"Indeed, you did." He replied while I am looking upon the beauty of the stars.

"The stars look outstanding tonight, it's better than on the deck."

"No, you are the one that is outstanding... Audra" he remarked. I gaze back at him, he leaned in and kissed my lips soft leaving me wanting more.

"It feels like I had been sitting here on this lonely beach for eternity waiting for you," he whispers to me.

Without a word, I inch closer to him. My fingers find his shirts button, I slowly unbutton his shirt to reveal Ashbrook 's entire chest glowing in the firelight.

He took off his shirt, letting it fall to the sandy beach.

"Let's pretend that I finally found you at last. Yet, I could have only this one night with you," I told him unzipping the back of my light pink dress. Foreplay with him was titillating. Putting his muscular arms on me beginning to kiss my lips. His hands found the back of my bra and unclasped it with one hand. I let it fall off of me enjoying the sweetness in his kisses and not caring that we were out in the open on a beach.

"Lay down," he whispers between kissing me and licking my neck, he keeps on and begins to caress my naked body as I lay on the beach. My heart racing as he arouses me. His lips move down to one of my bare bosoms, sucking on my nipple, I groan with enjoyment. Dante took his sweet time going back and forth between my breasts.

He stops and slips his gentle hand into my wet panties, stroking, making me squeal with delight, slipping one leg at time out of them.

It is so exciting, being nude on the beach sand, hearing the waves crashing, and the fire crackling. I am feeling enchanted, speechless and captivated by all of this.

Dante gave me a mischievous look while he quickly unfastens his pants, taking sliding them down his legs.... I raise my hand to stroke his manhood which ends with him yelling out with pleasure in his voice. He kisses my mouth like tomorrow will never come. Dante proceeds to position my body in ways that allow him to submerge his love right into my soul. Watching Ashbrook grab his pants, feeling for a condom to put on.

He stops and looks at me.

"Do you want this to happen, right here and now?" he softly whispers.

I wrap my arms around him, embracing, pulling him towards me. Softly kissing him on his lips, giving him my answer. Ashbrook rises, pulling the condom on him. He leans in while I am feeling his manhood gently enter me. Thrusting into me in rhythm with the ocean waves as they hit the sand. I moan while he cries out his release; kissing every inch of my body; everything is dazzling around me.

I lose track of time as while we climax many of times, I never wanted to stop, the sensations are so satisfying. I realize the fire has died down and that he has sunk into my soul. What ever will I do now, I contemplate...

His clutched my hand, put to his lips to kiss it, putting my hand on his heart.

"You're always in my heart, Audra."

I pushed my head closer to his heart removing my hand, listening to it pounding a million miles an hour. I love this man, I swear I shall love him forever. We lay there without a care in the world. Well almost no cares...

"I feel like we swam in the ocean. Being so wet and all." I teased him, Dante lets out a huge laugh.

"Audra do you care that I'm your School's Headmaster with a son that is five years older than you?"

I let a small a laugh, "You don't act like you have a son who is older than me while you're ravishing me. And about you robbing the cradle..." I trail off in my thoughts...

"My pals will envy me because you are truthfully the best I've ever had, my good woman." he tells me.

I raise up on my elbow to look at him, seeing my reflection in his eyes, I am loving the ability to touch his face.

"We better go inside and get some sleep," I told him.

Grabbing our clothes; we ran back into the cottage. Once back in, Dante took my hand and without a word lead me to his bed, starting to make love once more while crawling into bed.