SCARRED - Part 3 (The SCARRED Series - Book 3)

by Kylie Walker

  “Where’s Trevor?” Derek asked, looking around.

  One of the tears the woman had been holding back escaped and began its slow descent along her jawline. She wiped it away and said, “He’s out back. Will you take Chloe to meet him? I’m going to get us some tea.” Samantha was still looking at Chloe’s face and although it was slightly unnerving to her, it was oddly comforting at the same time.

  “Of course,” Derek said.

  He put his hand on the small of her back and Chloe could still feel Samantha watching them as he led her out through a set of beautiful French doors to a veranda decorated with wicker furniture with plush cushions and so many plants it was like being in the rain forest. A man sat at one end of the patio with a book in his hand. At the sound of the door, he looked up as if expecting his wife. When he saw Derek and Chloe, he dropped the book and seemed to not even notice as it hit the cement beneath his feet.

  He stood up quickly and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d arrived.”

  Derek smiled, looking like he was doing his best to ease the man’s nerves and he said, “Trevor, this is Chloe.”

  Trevor came closer and Chloe could see that he, like his wife, seemed to take good care of himself. He was much taller than Chloe had imagined him. His hair was a mixture of brown and gray giving him a wise, distinguished look she thought and his eyes were large and much deeper brown than hers...like pools of dark chocolate.

  He held out his hand and when Chloe reached out to take it, she was suddenly drawn into his arms and held so tightly that she could actually feel the beating of his heart against her chest. She was shocked and a little frightened, but as he held her there, she felt the deep wracking sobs begin to form in his chest and rise up into his throat and she found herself wanting to comfort him. She folded her own arms around him and let him pull her in tighter.

  The tears she’d been holding back took on a mind of their own and as she cried against his firm torso she could feel her own body shake. She didn’t know how long they stood there like that...crying for the years they’d all missed and could never get back...before he at last released her and held her back so he could look at her face. He lifted his hand and with a gentle swipe of his finger he wiped a tear away. His eyes and his expressive face were a myriad of emotions. There was grief as well as relief and sadness as well as joy. He brought a hand up and she flinched slightly as he ran it down the side of her head, petting her hair. He felt the flinch and suddenly his face carried another emotion, regret.

  “Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I was overwhelmed...”

  Chloe’s heart had been aching since she’d gotten her first real look at her mother, but it tugged harder at hearing him apologize for wanting to touch her. She could only imagine that he would want to make sure she was real. The ghost of his daughter was standing in front of him. The daughter that was so cruelly taken from them. Chloe was sure that when they looked at her, it wasn’t the baby they were seeing. It was Sarah. It would take her a bit to come to terms with that. But for now, she got the feeling that she was safe with these people and whatever came after today, she would be able to handle it.

  “It’s okay,” she said at last. “This is a strange situation. I’m sure that none of us know how to act.”

  “Please, come sit down.” Samantha’s voice came from behind them and when Chloe turned and saw the table had been set with tea and cups and what looked like homemade cookies, she didn’t have to see the fresh tears on Samantha’s cheeks to know that she’d witnessed the exchange between her and Trevor.

  They all went over and Derek held out her chair for her as she took a seat at the table with her parents. She looked at the delicate teacups and the cookies and she tried to recall a time in her life when Marg had gone to this much trouble for her. She was sure the woman who called herself her mother had baked...she’d watched her more than once. But fresh, homemade cookies were not a memory that overshadowed all of the others burned into her psyche and once again she had to wonder what Sarah’s life here had been like.

  The silence was awkward and at last Trevor broke it by saying, “I suppose none of us really know where to begin...”

  “We’re so happy you came, Chloe. We could never begin to describe...” Samantha’s words became lost in her sobs and her husband put an arm around her and pulled her into his shoulder.

  He looked at Chloe and said, “We’re just overwhelmed.” Chloe felt the hot tears burn her cheeks as they started to roll again and she said, “I understand. So am I. I didn’t know what to think at first when Derek told me about you. I guess I still don’t know what to think. I am willing to take a DNA test. I wouldn’t want to lead anyone to believe anything that may not be true...”

  She was sitting on Trevor’s right side and he had his left arm around Samantha. Not wanting to assume she was ready for more contact, he held his arm out and let her move into it. She surprised herself at the need she felt for it. She was never one who longed to be touched or held...not since she was five and she realized that it would only end in pain. But something about this man made her want to fold into his arms and hide from the world. He was her daddy. He was the one who would always protect her. Tom Ward had been a vicious, evil stranger and somehow, instinctively she knew that this man would move heaven and earth to keep anyone from hurting her and for that moment, there was nothing in the world she feared.

  When they passed that crying stage, Trevor asked Chloe to tell them about herself. She bypassed the horror story and instead said, “I started NYU right out of high school. I want to be a teacher one day.”

  “Fabulous,” Samantha said. “Are you close to finishing?”

  “I am, but I’ve taken some time off. I had to earn some money so that I could pay for my master’s class.” That wasn’t a complete lie, so she felt a little better about it.

  Trevor and Samantha told her about their real estate business and Samantha gave her a tour of the house. It was five bedrooms and four baths and it had an office and a game room and Chloe just couldn’t get over how welcoming and unassuming the whole thing was.

  Samantha completely broke down again when they got to Sarah’s room and it was Chloe who took the older woman into her arms and offered her comfort. When Samantha was able to breathe once more she said, “I’m so sorry. This is just so...”

  “Please don’t apologize. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I would like to ask you a favor though.”

  “Anything,” Samantha said. It was a strange place for her to be in, but Chloe believed her. At that moment Samantha was like a fairy godmother, waiting to grant Chloe’s every wish. She found herself glad she wasn’t a scam artist. These poor people seemed so vulnerable that she wouldn’t doubt they’d be easy to take advantage of.

  “Can I have a few moments here in Sarah’s room...alone?”

  Samantha didn’t speak. She looked like she feared she would start crying again. Instead she offered a smile and a nod. Then she squeezed Chloe’s hand and closed the door as she left. Chloe turned and looked back across the room. It was probably just as Sarah left it before going off to college and meeting the love of her life. Chloe shuddered at that. How alike were the two sisters who had never met...that they’d fallen for the same man?

  The room could have been on the cover of a magazine. The large bed was covered in a soft cream comforter and stacked high with comfortable looking pillows. The cream colored curtains were cotton eyelet fabric and tied back with wide bows. The two windows curved outward and were framed in dark oak and each contained a pale pink cushion on the seat tucked inside of it. The closet had double doors, and matched the oak trim around the windows. The dresser was heavy oak and looked like it might be antique although it was obviously well cared for. The mirror above it showed Chloe a reflection of the woman who should have grown up here.

  Chloe walked over near the dresser and picked up one of the many perfume bottles there. She brought it to her nose and smelled it.
It was a fresh, clean scent...the kind that Chloe herself like to wear. She opened the closet and choked up when she saw that one whole side was lined with stuffed animals and dolls, likely all of the important ones from her sister’s happy childhood. Chloe doubted that Marg kept anything of hers after she left home, not that there would have been much to keep.

  There was a chair that sat next to the bed and it was embroidered in fine green silk and a bookshelf that sat next to it with books that ranged from early reader and Dr. Seuss to Romance novels and Classics. Chloe went over and picked up a few up. They were titles that she’d read herself. It was so strange, like being in a parallel universe where another person...the exact duplicate of you, had lived your life.

  There were photos on a shelf on the other side of the bed. Framed memories of her sister that she would never know. Chloe walked over and looked at them. They ranged from when Sarah was probably about four or five until adulthood. There was one of her and Derek there with her parents, the same one Chloe had seen that morning on the yacht. She reached up and took one down from the middle. It was a picture of Sarah in a cheerleading uniform in an antique silver frame. The teenaged girl in the photo was smiling broadly and if one were to guess, she didn’t have a care in the world.

  Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bow at the back of her neck and the look in her eyes was pure confidence. She looked happy, something that Chloe probably never looked at that age. Chloe found herself suddenly cursing her luck and wishing that she had been the one. As soon as she thought it she realized with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach what that would have meant. She was wishing that her sister had to endure Tom and Jesse. With a trembling hand, she sat the picture back where she’d gotten it from and before she left the room she whispered, “I’m sorry, Sarah. I didn’t mean it. I just wish that I could have known you.”

  She made her way back out to the veranda and was greeted by three pairs of anxious eyes. She smiled at them all to put them at ease, but she wasn’t ready to sit back down just yet. They politely went on with their conversation as she walked over to the edge of the patio and looked out at the peaceful surroundings. She really loved it out here. It was like being on the other side of the world. She would like to live in a place like this someday. It would be a nice place to raise children. That thought reminded her why she was here. She should have been raised here. She felt a swell of anger in her chest. She was cheated out of so much and thrust into a world of nightmares...for what? So that some greedy man could line his pockets with cash. Who was that callous over a human life? She tucked that thought away as she began to feel the tears well up once again. She didn’t want to cry again. She didn’t want to have to explain why. She started to turn back towards the others when a glint of something on the hillside caught her eye. She stood and looked in that direction for several seconds. Nothing seemed to be glinting now, or moving. She was just being paranoid. The thoughts of Jesse never went away.

  “You okay?” She heard Derek’s voice behind her and she turned around, “glint” forgotten.

  “I’m good,” she told him.

  He took her hand and led her back to the table. Samantha had taken out the book with all of the mementos she’d save during her pregnancy. She found an ultrasound picture that she didn’t even realize she still had. It had been done at five months when they suspected multiple births. The babies looked like two little dark peanuts. The photos then were much less detailed than they are today. They didn’t actually even look human, but to a parent...or the other half of a set of twins, it was an amazing sight.

  She laid it down in front of Chloe and said, “This is the only picture I have of the two of you together.”

  Chloe picked it up and looked at it with a smile on her lips, with more tears in her eyes. She wanted the tears to stop, but she was sure there would be much more where those had come from. “We were beautiful,” she said.

  Samantha got up and hugged her again and once more, they cried together. They eventually went into the kitchen and Chloe helped Samantha make dinner. That was nice. No tears for either one of them. It almost felt real to her then. While they cooked, Samantha asked her more about what kind of teacher she wanted to be and what grades she would like to teach. She told her that she had an aunt who was a teacher and had been for over thirty years. When she talked about other relatives she’d say, “Your Aunt so and so,” Chloe knew they had to have struggled with the idea of her as much as she had...but they were doing such a wonderful job of making her feel comfortable.

  Chloe and Derek ate dinner with them and then dessert. Samantha and Trevor seemed to be looking for ways to drag it out. They stayed until just after the sun went down and finally Derek looked at Chloe and then back at the Whitemore’s and said, “We should get going. It’s been a really long day.”

  “Why don’t you stay here? We have plenty of room and it’s such a long drive back to Rhode Island. It’s late. Derek, you’re tired. You don’t need to drive that far tonight.” Samantha’s eyes looked terrified and Chloe wondered if it was memories of Sarah’s late night accident, or that she was concerned if she let Chloe go, she’d never see her again.

  “We have a room in the city for tonight,” Derek told her. “We won’t be driving back until tomorrow. I think we’re much too exhausted for that.” Samantha looked relieved by that, but still disappointed that they were leaving.

  “Since you’re not going home tonight anyways, you should just stay here,” Trevor said.

  “I enjoyed the day,” Chloe said, “Very much. I surprised myself because I was very skeptical that I would. You’ve both made me feel so welcomed and so comfortable. But, I hope you can understand that I need some time to process all of this. It’s overwhelming to say the least and Derek’s right, I am truly exhausted.”

  “Of course,” Samantha said, “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to be selfish. It has been exhausting. We’re just so sorry to see you go.”

  Chloe smiled at her. She doubted either of them could be selfish if they set out to be that way. “You weren’t being selfish. You were being concerned.” she said. “It’s just going to take me some time to wrap my head around all of this.”

  They both nodded and Trevor said, “Take all the time you need, Chloe. If you have any questions or you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to call. We’re going to hope...and pray that you choose to see us again, but we’ll leave that up to you.” He looked on the verge of tears now too.

  Before they left, Samantha and Trevor both hugged her again. They both acted like letting go of her was the hardest thing they’d ever had to do. After all they’d been through, she doubted it was, but it actually felt good to be the center of that kind of positive attention. It wasn’t something she was used to, and she knew it would bother her more than comfort her if it happened too often...but they seemed more than willing to let her ease into slowly, so that’s what she would do.

  Chapter 13

  Derek left Chloe alone with her thoughts while they drove back to the city. She loved how thoughtful he was that way. A lot of men...namely Jesse...would want to tell her how she was supposed to feel about all of this. He was just content to let her sort it out and be there for her if she needed him. That’s the way she always thought it should be...but didn’t really believe it ever would be for her.

  Derek left the car with the valet and the bag with the bell hop once again. They checked into the room and while Derek finished taking care of the bellhop Chloe sat quietly on the bed. When he finished, he came over to her, sat down next to her and did exactly what she wanted and needed at the moment. He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her while the world around her...good, bad and ugly all melted away.

  In his embrace Chloe’s world stood still on its axis. Time, wind, rain...everything else ceased to exist. She felt at peace...a feeling that had eluded her much of her life. When she was in his arms she wondered how it had taken her so long to trust him. And then she realized that she reall
y did trust him. She’d crossed that invisible barrier she’d built around herself somehow without even noticing it. All she felt from him was pure, unselfish, undemanding love. She didn’t know if he was in love with her or not, they hadn’t gotten that far. But she definitely felt love when he held her, when he looked at her and when he touched her. She pressed her warm body into his and realized that this was what home felt like. Home wasn’t a place, it was a state of mind and for the first time in her life, she was in it.

  She nuzzled in even deeper and she could hear and feel his breaths quickening along with hers. No words needed to be spoken as his lips suddenly found her neck and began to plant delicate, whisper soft kisses there. She felt shivers run down her spine and her body was limp under his touch. His hand dropped to rest on her hip, her face tilted up towards his and he brought his mouth down to meet hers in a kiss. Her lips had a mind of their own when it came to Derek and she felt them part as her heart fluttered against his strong chest. He started out kissing her slowly, delicately. It quickly turned passionate. The heat was palpable in the room, but before Derek laid her back on the bed he stopped all activity and looked into her eyes and said, “Is this okay?”

  She smiled and reached up and touched his face and said, “This is mandatory.” That was the opening he was looking for. Derek stepped forward and possessed her lips pulling her against his body. Picking her up, he placed her on the king size bed before laying tender kisses down her neck. Chloe's blood boiled with desire.

  His lips were at her ear now whispering, "You’re so beautiful."

  His mouth reached her collarbone and her head sank further into the duvet under his intense kisses. Derek’s hands slowly slipped off her little sundress as he took in the sight of every beautiful curve and scar on her body. Slowly kneading her breast, he lifted his head to look at her once again; his gaze devouring her like she was his temple.