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I take a moment to breathe and then I head up to the room I was given and do exactly as Captain asked.
For the first time, I settle into my new home.Chapter 19VictoriaThe sun is just coming up when my door opens and closes.
I stay facing the wall, waiting to see what he’ll do, having expected him hours ago.
There’s a light shuffle, and then silence.
Several minutes go by before he speaks.
“What did you mean earlier, what filth and ugly did you see? What kind of life did you live? Where did you live?”
A smile finds my lips.
Sweet Captain, stepping from behind his shield.
Slowly I flip over, finding he’s on the floor, his back positioned against the bed, head propped on it.
“I lived here until I was ten years old, in this town. After Donley stole me from Maria at the hospital, he basically put me in a room on the Graven Estate and left me there. I guess I was fed and taken care of as a baby because I lived, but I don’t exactly have anyone to ask about it.”
“What was the room like?” he asks.
“Big, almost like an apartment, I guess. It was cold and bare with a bath and small fridge, microwave when I got a little older and was trusted to use it.”
“No school?”
“Like with other kids?” I shake my head. “No, but for one hour a day, I had a teacher, but I think she was just another employee of the house, not a real one, and she wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine. She was emotionless and wouldn’t look at me. Not once in six years did she meet my eyes.”
I remember, when she’d leave, I’d stand in the center of the room with my eyes closed, a nasty little thing called hope in my naïve heart, all for it to be crushed day in and out when then the lock on the other side would click, confirming what I already knew and expected—I was locked inside. Alone.
The crazy thing, or maybe it’s not so crazy, I don’t know, but I didn’t even care she left. I just wanted to see what the world looked like outside the door.
“Stop.”
My eyes fly to the back of his head, but before I can speak he does, “Stop thinking in your mind. Think out loud. Tell me. Talk to me.”
My chest tightens, and I nod even though he can’t see.
“I would talk to the walls, louder when I saw shadows beneath the door, but nobody ever opened it.”
“You were alone.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “But I didn’t hate it. I had a million dresses and nightgowns, a TV and...” I trail off, wishing I could see his face. “A garden.”
His head snaps right, but he doesn’t look at me, instead choosing to watch me in his peripheral.
“I was bored more than anything, so I would go out into the little yard attached, and daydream about climbing the wall, until one day I heard a couple kids playing somewhere near, and said, ‘fuck it’ and tried. I tried every day for years, but I never even got halfway up. The wall, it was blanketed in thorns and ivy.”
He swallows but says nothing.
“The man who would clean my room and bring my meals found me digging holes in the yard a few times. I was punished, no school for a week, which meant no human contact.” I smile into the pillow. “Naturally I dug deeper.”
Captain’s shoulders bounce with a quiet, huffed laugh.
“A couple days later, when the man found it again, he walked right out, and the morning after that I woke to my door being thrown open, and pallet after pallet of flowers were carried in, dropped onto the patio with a hand shovel and two pairs of gloves.” I smile into the darkness, tapping my fingertips along the satin pillowcase. “My time there sucked a lot less after that. Getting those, planting those, that’s when my life actually began. With a purple flower.”
“Purple...” he rasps.
Yeah, Cap. Purple.
He’s quiet a long moment before he says, “Thorns and ivy, purple flowers... your tattoo.”
“My tattoo.”
“Tell me more.” His command is gentle.
I roll to my back, looking up at the giant chandelier above me. There’s no way Maddoc had that hanging in his room when this space was his. Captain must have had it put in for me.
It’s gorgeous, too expensive, I’m sure, but… gorgeous.
It’s a large glass circle, a line of silver at the tip-top, and encases several dozen stringed diamonds. The center point hangs the lowest, the others surrounding creating a perfect point as they grow smaller and disappear behind the glass around it.
“I never really understood what a birthday was. I saw them on shows and things, but I didn’t know when mine was or if I had one, and then Mero showed up. I’d never met him, never seen him before. Later that day he dropped to his knees and smiled.” I squish my lips to the side. “He said ‘Happy tenth Birthday, sweet girl,’” I whisper. “I left with him the day he came, left everything I’d ever had, ever known behind. The crazy part is I was happy to. In my mind, this handsome man with the greenest of eyes had saved me.
