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Authors: V. C. Andrews

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“Don’t use the name of the Lord in vain.”

“What?”

She laughed. “I don’t think Mason appreciates what you’re going through, Elle. Let’s enlighten him.”

She sat up and put on her bikini top. I was getting so nervous now my hand was shaking too much to make even strokes with the paintbrush. I stopped and waited a moment.

“Elle’s mother showed up yesterday after more than fifteen years,” she revealed. “She’s going to tell us about it, aren’t you, Elle?”

I turned to them.

Mason looked frightened for me. “Really?” he asked.

“She decided to stop at the house while on her honeymoon,” I began. “She just got remarried.”

“So she was married before?” Claudine asked.

“She said so, but that marriage didn’t last long.”

“Well, tell us. What was it like meeting your mother for the first time?”

I was silent. I wasn’t sure what to say to them. They both stared so hard at me, with so much expectation. The expressions on their faces were so similar that it was easy to see they were twins.

How much should I tell them? One part of me wanted to confide in them, welcomed their friendship, and longed for their sympathy, but another part of me felt that speaking at all about my mother and my grandparents was some sort of betrayal, and where there was betrayal, there was usually some form of sin. My biblical reading taught me that. There wasn’t much that taught me trust in anything but God.

“How do you feel to meet a mother who deserted you right after you were born?” Claudine continued, trying to push back my resistance. “I can’t imagine your feeling anything but anger.”

“She didn’t expect that I would be there,” I began. “She was almost as surprised to see me as I was to see her.”

“Why didn’t she expect it?” Mason asked.

I looked out at the beautiful lake scene I had drawn and had hoped to paint today. Many times over the last twenty-four hours or so when I was feeling even more depressed than usual, I had envisioned my scene. The beauty brought relief. It made me smile and made me hopeful. There was a bright, colorful, and vibrant world out there, a world not very far away, a world I longed to be in.

“She thought my grandparents were giving me away as soon as possible.”

“Why would they do that? Did they have any other grandchildren?” Mason asked.

“No. My mother is their only child.”

“So?”

“Maybe they just thought it was too much to take care of a baby and raise a child, Mason,” Claudine said. “At their age, they didn’t expect to be doing that. Right, Elle?”

I put down my brush. I was created in a world of deceit. As soon as I could understand anything about myself, I was taught that I was a child of darkness. If anything, from the little time I had known Mason and Claudine, I believed they were always being honest with me. When I looked at the two of them now, still of one face, I thought that maybe, despite all they knew and had done, they were innocent in many ways, too.

Was the truth about me going to shock them so much that this would be the last time we would spend time together?

Would it especially change Mason’s view of me so radically that he would no longer be interested in me?

Would they bring my story home to their parents, and would their parents then tell them not to spend any more time with me?

It suddenly occurred to me that whenever we tell the truth, we take risks, because the truth is something you can’t change. You can sculpt and shape lies so you are safe. According to my grandmother, my mother was like that.

“As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, I prepared myself for her new falsehood. If her first cry at birth could be interpreted, it would have been her first lie, I’m sure,” she had told me. “You’re thinking, how could a baby lie, aren’t you?” I didn’t have to answer. She saw that in my face. “The moment she touched something she shouldn’t and broke it, she shook her head and said it wasn’t her who broke it. It was already broken.”

She’d nodded to herself.

“It wasn’t her who broke it.”

I remembered all those comments, and then I looked again at Mason and Claudine.

“No,” I said. “That wasn’t the reason they wanted to give me away quickly.”

“What was it, then?” Claudine asked.

“My mother was raped,” I said. “They believed and still believe that the evil in the man who did it was in me, too.”

Neither spoke, so I added what my grandmother had made me believe since the day I could understand what she was saying.

“I’m one of Satan’s children.”

13

The stillness that followed was so deep and so heavy I could hear the slight breeze as it brushed across my ears. Neither Mason nor Claudine changed expression or moved. It was almost as if they were wearing identical masks or were captured in a photograph. I had to look away. I picked up my paintbrush and went back to the picture. A flock of ducks sounded as if they were complaining about us and continued to sail to another, deeper part of the lake.

“I’m sorry,” Claudine said. “I mean, I’m sorry we made you tell it all.”

“Yes,” Mason quickly followed.

“I think it’s terrible that your grandparents are taking it out on you. How can they possibly find any fault in you? Maybe we should say something to our father, tell him what’s going on.”

“No!” I cried, turning back to them. “Please. My grandparents have no idea I’m seeing you two.”

“That would really bother them?” Claudine asked.

“I don’t know. Yes. They would want to know all about you first, and because I didn’t tell them, they would think it was a betrayal or some type of immoral act. Grandmother Myra is always very suspicious of everything I say or do.”

“What exactly have they said to you, done to you?” Mason asked me.

I stopped painting again. “They haven’t done anything to me. I mean, nothing other parents or grandparents who have to be parents do. They don’t hit me anymore.”

“Anymore? They hit you?” Claudine was practically on her feet.

“When I was little, I’d get a paddling sometimes.”

“Paddling? You mean they hit you with a paddle?” Mason asked.

I nodded. “My grandfather’s father’s paddle. Didn’t you ever get spanked?”

“No,” Claudine said. “The worst ever done to us was they took away some privileges or toys. They yelled at us, of course.”

“Still do sometimes,” Mason said.

“But our parents don’t believe in corporal punishment.”

“Grandmother Myra used to say, ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child,’ all the time. She doesn’t say that much anymore.”

“What else have they done to you?” Mason asked. “Don’t think about it. Just tell us,” he added, sounding like a lawyer questioning a witness in court. I imagined he learned that from his father.

“Sent me to my room without dinner sometimes or didn’t let me have breakfast until I did a chore as punishment for something I had said or done.”

“And kept you practically locked up in that house,” Claudine said, nodding. “That’s really why your grandparents homeschooled you, isn’t it? They’re ashamed of you. Mason, they’re ashamed of her. They’ve made her feel terrible about herself. We have to tell Dad. This is so bizarre.”

“Please don’t do that,” I said. “Please.”

“You’re frightening her, Claudine.” He stood up and came to me to take my hand in his. “We won’t do anything to make things worse for you. That’s a promise. Right, Claudine?”

“Well, it makes me mad,” Claudine said.

“Relax, will you? Just think about it. Suppose Dad did get the authorities involved, and they took her out of that house. Where would Elle end up?”

“Someplace better.”

“You don’t know that. It could be some disgusting foster home or even an orphanage. Do you hate your grandparents?” Mason asked.

“Hate them? No.”

“See?”

“She doesn’t know better.”

“It’s still the only family she has.”

Claudine smirked, folded her arms under her breasts, and turned away to think for a few moments.

Mason caressed my arm and smiled. “I don’t think anything’s wrong with you. Don’t worry about that.”

Claudine turned back to us. “When you say they think the evil is in you, what exactly does that mean?”

“We all can do bad things. There’s just more chance I will,” I said, summarizing what Grandmother Myra believed.

“Do you think that’s true about yourself?”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” I said.

“How can you think like that?”

“You know, most people, most women, want to abort the baby that results from a rape,” Mason told her. “Maybe they don’t see it as evil, but they see it as a detestable reminder of a horrible act.”

Claudine looked at me, and in that look, I thought I saw a subtle change. “Your mother wanted that, didn’t she? She wanted to have an abortion.”

“Yes.”

“So why didn’t she have it?”

“She was at college. She covered up her pregnancy for a long time. She said she was in denial and then ashamed. By the time she came home to my grandparents, my grandmother told her it was too late. She told her they would give me away, and they kept her home until I was born. They wouldn’t let her go out and embarrass them.”

“You mean they locked her up?”

“Sorta, I guess. My grandmother tells it one way, and my mother tells it another.”

“What changed their mind about not giving you away?”

“They realized it wasn’t a baby’s fault, Claudine. She was still half their blood,” Mason said. “Right?” he asked me.

I shook my head. “No. My grandmother especially believed and still believes that it’s their responsibility to make sure I don’t turn out evil or get someone else to do evil. The devil works through his own to destroy the holy souls of others.”

“You believe this crap?” Claudine asked.

“That’s all she’s been taught,” Mason told her. “What do you expect?”

“I don’t care. How can you believe that?” she asked. She looked so angry.

“People do all over the country, Claudine. Remember reading
Paradise Lost
? Remember the fallen angel and how the devil ruined Eden?”

“That’s it, exactly,” I said. “My grandparents believe that, yes.”

Mason looked at Claudine and lifted his arms. “See?”

“I don’t care. They can’t do what they are doing to her.”

“Look at it from their point of view. They’re letting her go to school now. They’re behaving just like most grandparents or parents. So they spanked her or made her go to bed without dinner sometimes. Most parents still do things like that. It’s not enough.”

“Not enough. They kept her locked away, stifled all these years. No wonder she’s still a child.”

“Stop it. You’re not a child, Elle. Don’t listen to her.”

“I don’t know a lot of what I should,” I admitted.

“Now I understand why,” Claudine said. “She reminds me of that girl who lasted half a year in our school, Millie Toby, remember?”

“She does not. Stop it.”

“Who was she?” I asked.

“That was an entirely different situation, Elle. The girl had—”

“Mental problems. She behaved like a four-year-old sometimes, and she was twelve and already built like a twenty-year-old. She had something wrong with her, something they called precocious puberty. She was developed in the third grade. Some high school boys took advantage of her, all at once, when she was in seventh grade. It was a big scandal.”

“That’s not going to happen to you, Elle. You’re not like that. It won’t take you long to get the lay of the land.”

“Wrong choice of words,” Claudine said.

“Shut up.”

“I think I have to speed up your education,” Claudine continued, ignoring him.

“What do you mean,
you
have to speed it up?” he asked her.

“Okay,
we
have to speed it up,” she corrected. “But you won’t be any help unless you’re completely honest with her, Mason.”

“I’m always honest with her.”

“No, I mean completely honest,” she insisted. “As honest as we have been with each other.”

He started to shake his head and stopped.

“Honest about what?” I asked.

“Look,” Claudine said, “your grandmother has probably done a very good job with your homeschooling. You won’t have problems with your studies. Chances are you’ll be a better student than most in the public school because you have good study habits, had to have them, but at least fifty percent of going to school is social. I was kind of getting you into that, but I had no idea about this other stuff. No wonder you think ‘sex’ is a dirty word. I was teasing you half the time, but I won’t do that anymore.”

“I never teased you,” Mason said.

“Boys have their own way of teasing you,” Claudine insisted. She paused and looked at me harder. “I’d like to know something else.”

“What?”

“These ideas your grandparents have about you, about you being evil inside and such . . . you don’t really believe them, do you? I mean, about yourself?”

“I don’t know.”

She nodded. “She’s brainwashed,” she told Mason. “Are you sure we shouldn’t tell Dad?”

“She’s not brainwashed. She’s just a little confused.”

“A little?”

“Okay, a lot, but it’s still just confusion. She’ll be fine.”

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