When You Are Mine(20)

"The orphanage where I was abandoned," she said, feeling the last word  settle on her tongue heavily, making her pause under its weight. "That  orphanage was private, like the Walsh orphanages, and when the money ran  out, all the kids were sent into the foster system."

"How old were you?"

"Three. I was kind of shuffled around until I was ten. In the third  home, one of the older kids there burned me with a cigarette." She  stroked the sunburst-shaped scar on her wrist. "The social worker saw  it, and got me out. That was when I ended up at Ms. Jessum's."

Kerris smiled and felt her insides soften like warm butter at the thought of Mama Jess.

"It was like having a mom and a real home. Mama Jess made sure I had  clothes, food, and a bed to sleep in. I wasn't only a check to her,"  Kerris said, as certain as she'd ever been about anything. "I could tell  she loved me. Loved me like a mother loves her little girl. It was the  happiest time of my life.

"For a while," she added, lacing the two words with sudden bitterness.

"What happened?"

Kerris knew Walsh was keeping his voice calm and quiet to soothe her, but his hands gripped his knees.

"Her brother moved in. TJ." She said his name like a curse.

Kerris's words trailed into the silence of her memory. She had come home  from school one day, somehow immediately sensing with her child's  intuition that a dark force had entered their safe haven. The curtains  had been drawn, keeping out the bright after-school sunshine, casting  shadows in the front room. TJ had been there, lounging in the corner,  slumped in the lumpy recliner. His predator eyes had lingered on her  long hair and her baby-fat cheeks. Kerris had clutched her backpack to  her flat chest, feeling the hairs lift on her arms and the back of her  neck. Feeling hunted for the first time.                       
       
           



       

But not the last.

At dinner that night, Mama Jess explained that her brother would be  staying with them for a while. And wouldn't it be good to have a man  around the house? Kerris had pushed her peas around her plate, feeling  TJ's eyes on her like a tiger watching a rabbit. Waiting patiently to  strike. She lived in fear of an unknown threat she could not articulate  to herself or anyone else. Unknown, but real. Then finally he'd pounced,  devouring her until the only thing left was the ravaged carcass of her  innocence.

She had never spoken of it before; never been tempted to pull back the  heavy covers shrouding this part of her past. Cam had unburdened himself  to her today. She wondered if his office hadn't called, would she have  done the same? And why now? Why Walsh? She remembered her first  impression of him. Dangerous, especially now with that sweet, wary,  waiting concern on his handsome face.

"At first he only watched me." She braced herself for the shame she knew  would engulf her once Walsh knew the whole truth. "He watched me all  the time, and I knew it wasn't right. There were five girls in the  house, but it was just me he watched all the time. He started … "

"Started what?" Walsh's voice was warm and still, the eerie calm before a storm breaks.

"Started coming in my room at night."

The words struggled their way up her throat, escaping in a tortured gasp.

"He was so quiet." Kerris fixed her eyes on the gazebo floor, but didn't  really see it. "There was another little girl in my room, in the twin  bed beside me. I wondered why she didn't wake up; why she didn't hear  him. I thought maybe I imagined him, like the boogey man or a monster  under my bed, but he was real. Just so quiet."

A single tear streaked down Kerris's face. She didn't try to catch it.

"Ker, you don't have to tell me-"

"He told me if I didn't let him touch me, that if I told anyone, they  would take me away from Mama Jess. And I didn't want that." She went on  as if Walsh had not interrupted. "Someone finally loved me, wanted me,  and I couldn't risk losing that. So I didn't tell. I wouldn't have ever  told.

"Then he … he … " The ugly truth hiccupped in her mouth.

"Did he … "

"Yes."

Kerris methodically stripped the confession of the pain she would never  forget. She looked at Walsh for the first time since she had started.

"Yes, he did."

The muscles in Walsh's face tightened around his horror-washed eyes.

"He said it would be our secret." Kerris shifted her numb bottom on the  gazebo bench. "And I would have kept it. I just couldn't leave Mama  Jess. I know it was sick, but I thought I could put up with that, with  anything, if I could stay where I was loved and wanted. I couldn't leave  her."

"I understand." Walsh slid into the space beside her and entwined their  fingers, thumbing tears from her cheek. "Of course you didn't want to  leave."

"But the next morning, I could barely … " She licked her lips, tasting the  shame and pain of her past. She had to close her eyes, finishing in a  rush. "I could barely walk, and Mama Jess noticed. And there was blood. I  didn't know there was so much blood, but it was on my sheets. She  called the doctor, and it wasn't a secret anymore. They took me away,  just like he said they would. All I could think was he was right. He was  right."

"Kerris." Walsh's fingers tightened on hers until she looked at him. "He  wasn't right. They didn't take you away from Mama Jess because you  told. They took you away because he was a monster. He had no right to  touch you. What was his name?"

"What?" She blinked, dazed at the question, so specific, the tone low and deadly.

"I want his name. Tell me his name."

A wild bloodlust colored his eyes, and she realized that was for her.  That righteous vengeance all over him was for her. She squeezed his hand  as he had done hers, finding herself ironically the one soothing.

"He died in prison."

"Good. Saves me the trouble."                       
       
           



       

She saw the truth of it. The hand not holding hers was clenched, and his  jaw hardened to a stony angle. She reached a shaky hand up to his face,  passing it over his eyelids, hoping to wipe away the violence she saw  there, so at odds with his gentle hold on her.

"It got better from there." She curved her lips into a smile for his sake. "I went to live with the Murphys."

"You were happy?"

"I was safe. They were good people, they just never loved me. They weren't mean. Just indifferent."

"I wish I could reach back and undo what happened to you, but I can't and you can't," Walsh said.

"No, I can't." She kept her eyes on her feet, barely visible in the  darkness. She flexed her toes, curling them to hold on to the last of  her courage. "And when I'm in a roomful of people like that, I just  can't help thinking I shouldn't be there. There's TJ, and the foster  homes, and … Walsh, those people in there come from the best families and  went to the best schools. Wear the best clothes. I come from nothing.  Literally nothing."

Walsh reached behind her ear, pulling out the orchid lodged there in her tousled knot of curls.

"You wear flowers in your hair a lot."

She blinked and nodded, unsure what this had to do with what she had just shared.

"Which flower is your favorite?" He stroked the velvety petals of the flower he held.

"The orchid." She didn't even have to think about it.

"What would you say an orchid needs to grow?"

"Um, soil, water, sunlight." She rattled off the list, trying to read the inscrutable expression on his face.

"Those are optimal conditions for growing, right?"

"I suppose so." She frowned, unable to wrench her gaze away from the fragile flower cuddled in his strong hand.

"What would you call an orchid that sprang up out of thin air?" He  leaned forward to look into her eyes, so close she could feel his breath  on her own lips. "A flower that had no soil, no roots, the worst  conditions to grow in, but just sprouted out of thin air, beautiful and  exotic and perfect?"

She shrugged, dazed and unable to assemble words. His impassioned description and the heat of his eyes mesmerized her.

"I'd call it a miracle." Walsh bathed the words in tenderness, sliding a finger down her neck like it was a delicate stem.

"Kerris, your childhood was a nightmare sometimes, but you managed to  become this amazing woman. This smart, independent, compassionate,  ambitious person who drives old ladies home and cries for little girls  she barely knows. Your past haunts you, but it hasn't twisted you, it  hasn't ruined you. If anything, it's made you a stronger person. That's a  miracle. You're the miracle, baby."