First Grave On The Right Part 17
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"The Big Bad. And I remember other things, too, like the doctor cutting the cord and the nurses cleaning me off."
Cookie sat back in astonishment.
"He said my name. Or what I thought was my name."
She inhaled a breath of realization. "He called you Dutch."
"Yes, but how? How could he possibly have known?"
"Hon, I'm still working on the day-you-were-born thing."
"Right, sorry. But could you hurry up and get over it? I have questions."
Her expression turned dubious. "Got any other astonis.h.i.+ng tidbits to impart?"
With a shrug, I said, "Not really. Unless you count the fact that I've known every language ever spoken since that whole day-I-was-born thing. That's probably worthy of note."
I was tired, so I couldn't be completely positive, but I had the distinct feeling Cookie seized.
Chapter Ten.
Don't fear the reaper. Just be very, very aware of her.
-CHARLOTTE JEAN DAVIDSON "So, I look up and there he is."
Cookie held a piece of popcorn at her lips as she listened to my tale, her eyes wide with astonishment. Or possibly primal, bone-chilling fear. It was hard to tell at that point. "The Big Bad," she said.
"Right, but you can call him Bad for short. Anywho, he's standing there just watching and I'm all naked and covered in afterbirth-though that didn't really register at the time. I just remember being mesmerized by him. He seemed to be in a constant state of fluid motion."
"Like smoke."
"Like smoke," I said as I s.n.a.t.c.hed the b.u.t.tery morsel out of her hand and popped it into my mouth. "You snooze, you lose, chica."
"Do you remember anything before him?" she asked as she reached for another piece, only to hold it in limbo at her mouth as well. I was trying not to crack up and break the spell.
"Not so much. I mean, I don't remember being born or anything-thank the G.o.ds, 'cause that would just be gross. Just the stuff that came after. And it's all very peach fuzzy. Except for him. And my mom."
"Wait," she said, holding up a finger, "your mom? But, your mom died the day you were born. You remember her?"
A slow smile slid across my face. "She was so beautiful, Cookie. She was my first ... um, customer."
"You mean-"
"Yes. She pa.s.sed through me. She was light and warmth and unconditional love. I didn't understand it at the time, but she told me she was happy to give up her life so that I could live. She made me feel calm and cherished, which was a good thing, 'cause Bad was kind of freaking me out."
Her gaze slid past me as she processed what I'd said. "That's ... that's..."
"Impossible to believe, I know."
"Amazing." She looked at me then.
The relief that flooded my body couldn't be helped. I should have known she'd believe me. But people I'd grown up with, people I was closest to, never believed the being-born thing.
"So, you kind of got to know your mom in a way, right?"
"I did." And as I grew older, I realized it was more than a lot of kids got. I would be forever grateful for those few moments we had together.
"And you know every language that's ever been spoken on Earth?"
Thankful for the change in subject, I replied, "Every single one."
"Even Farsi?"
"Even Farsi," I said with a grin.
"Oh, my goodness!" she almost shouted. A thought must've popped into her brain. Then her features changed, darkened, and she pointed an accusative finger at me. "I knew it. I knew you understood what that Vietnamese man said to me that day in the market. I could see it in your eyes."
I smiled and looked back at Reyes's image, fell into him. "He said he liked your a.s.s."
She gasped. "Why, that little perv."
"Told you he had the hots for you."
"Too bad he was small enough to fit into my cleavage."
"I think that's why he liked you," I said, a bubble of laughter slipping out.
Cookie sat silent a long while after that. I gave her some time to absorb everything I was telling her. After a moment, she asked, "How is it even possible?"
"Well," I said, deciding to tease her, "I don't think he could've actually fit in your cleavage. Though I'm sure he would have enjoyed the challenge."
"No, I mean the language thing. It's just so-"
"Freakishly cool?" I asked, my voice hopeful.
"-mind-boggling."
"Oh. Yeah, I guess it is."
"And you understood what people were saying to you on the day you were born?"
With my nose crinkling in thought, I said, "Kind of. Not literally, however. I had no schema, no past to relate the words to, no meaning to process it with. When people spoke to me, I understood them on a visceral level. Oddly enough, I talked and walked and did everything else at a normal rate. But when anyone talks to me, I understand them. No matter what language they're speaking. I just know what they're saying."
I nudged my mouse when the screen saver popped up, forced the image back to Reyes. "I understood the first words my father ever said to me, too," I continued, trying to disguise the sadness in my voice. "For the most part anyway. He told me my mother had died."
Cookie shook her head. "I'm so sorry."
"I think my dad knew. I think he knew I understood him. It was like our little secret." I grabbed a handful of popcorn and tossed a piece into my mouth. "Then he married my stepmother, and everything changed. She figured out pretty quick I was a freak. It all started when I got hooked on Mexican soap operas."
"Charley, you're not a freak."
"It's okay. I can't blame her."
"Yes, you can," she said, her voice suddenly honed to a razor's edge. "I'm a mother, too. Mothers don't do that, step or otherwise."
"Yeah, but Amber wasn't born a grim reaper."
"It doesn't matter. She's your stepmother. Period. It's not like you became a serial killer."
G.o.d, I loved having someone on my side. My dad had always loved me without reservation, but he never really had my back like that. I think Cookie would have taken on the Mafia single-handedly for me. And won.
"So, the day you were born, that's when he called you Dutch?"
"Yes."
"Now, was this before or after your mother crossed through you?"
"After, but I just don't get it. How did he know? I'd never realized until tonight that Bad didn't say my actual name that day. He didn't call me Charlotte. He'd called me Dutch, Cookie, just like Reyes did when I was in high school. How could he have known?" My mind started spinning, trying desperately to put the pieces together.
"Okay, let me ask you this," she said, her forehead crinkling in thought. "The first time you saw Reyes, did you notice anything unusual about him?"
"Besides the fact that he was getting his a.s.s kicked by psycho-dad?"
"Yes."
I pulled in a long, deep breath and thought about it. "You know, I may have but didn't realize it at the time. I mean, maybe there was something different, something supernatural, but all the adrenaline flooding my body had me thinking it was just the direness of the moment. He was so magnificent. So beautiful and agile and perfect."
"From the way you've described it, maybe Reyes is some kind of supernatural being. The fact that he took a beating like that and just walked away like you seem to do every other week has me wondering."
"I'd never looked at it that way." As I thought back to that night, the memory both unsettling and fascinating, I could see Reyes in my mind. "You know what?" I asked in realization. "He was different. He was, I don't know, dark. Unreadable."
"Well, he sounds suspiciously supernatural to me."
If I hadn't been so tired, I would have laughed. "You're suddenly the expert?"
"If it's hot and dark, yeah, pretty much."
That time, I did laugh.
"So how many times have you seen Bad?" she asked, seeming to come to terms with everything I'd told her. This was good. Productive. Cheaper than therapy.
"Not many."
"Well, when you saw him, what happened?"
I picked up my cup and took a sip of the hot chocolate Cookie'd insisted I switch to.
She placed a hand on my shoulder, a knowing look on her face. "In the park. With the Johnson girl."
When I placed the cup down, I tried to do so with as much nonchalance as I could muster. Thinking of the incident with the Johnson girl was like running a finger over a raw nerve. I had been trying to help a mother out of the grieving hole she had withdrawn into when her daughter went missing. Instead, I caused a town scandal that ended up being the final straw for my stepmother. She turned against me that day and never looked back.
So, yes, the incident was a sore spot on my psyche, but I had worse. I had gaping wounds that refused to heal, and Cookie knew only a minute amount about them.
"Yes," I said, raising my chin. "In the park. That was the third time I saw him."
"But your life wasn't in danger. Or was it?"
"Not at all, but maybe he thought it was. He was so mad, I think because my stepmom was yelling at me in front of all these people." My head lowered at the memory. "And she slapped me. It was quite a shock." I locked eyes with Cookie, suddenly wanting her to understand how afraid I was of him. "I thought he was going to kill her. He was shaking with anger. I felt it, like electricity p.r.i.c.kling over my skin. I whispered to him as my stepmother berated me in front of half the town and begged him not to hurt her."
Cookie's mouth thinned in sympathy. "Charley, I'm so very sorry."
"It's okay. I'm just not sure why he scares me so much. I can't believe what a wuss I can be at times."
"I'm sorry that he scares you, too, but I meant the part about your stepmother."
"Oh, no, don't be," I said, shaking my head. "That was totally my fault."
"You were five."
After a hard swallow, I bowed my head and said, "You don't know what I did."
"Unless you doused the woman in gasoline and set her on fire, I'm not sure her reaction was appropriate."
A half smile crept across my face. "I can a.s.sure you, no petroleum products were harmed in the making of that memory."
"What happened then? With Bad?"
"I guess he heard me. He left, but he was not a happy camper."
Cookie nodded in understanding, then said, "And I would be willing to bet one of the times he showed up was when you were in college."
"Wow, you're good."
"You know, you've told me about how you were attacked when you were walking home after a cla.s.s one night, but you didn't tell me he was there."
"Yep, he was. He saved me, just like he did when I was four."
Surprise washed over her face. "Four? What happened when you were four? Wait, he saved you when you were attacked in college? How?" she asked, stumbling over the questions that were surely tumbling through her head. I realized my description and taxonomy of the Big Bad may have led Cookie to believe that he was, well, big and bad. And he was. Kind of.
But I still couldn't tell her how he saved me. I couldn't do that to her, not until I knew she'd be okay with the knowledge.
"He ... got the guy off me."
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