All
hell broke lose. Deanna, too stunned to react, could only sit and watch the
scene unfold before her. Will, on the other hand, still reeling form the rapid
fire of events that had occurred in two short days, launched into Alexis
immediately. Anger and the need for answers prevailing over common sense.
"What
did you do? What do you want from us? I swear, if you have done anything to
hurt this family, past or present, I *WILL* see you punished for it." Will
had moved around from behind Deanna, and was slowly advancing on Alexis.
Mandy
reacted in a flash. She ran around her father, working her way between him and
his intended target. "Daddy, no! She didn't mean it, they made her do it,
please leave her alone. She turned to Alexis then, crying, not waiting for an
answer. All that see had seen and felt during the transfer session suddenly
made sense. "She hurt you, made you do it, it's not your fault, you
--"
Alexis
grabbed her by the shoulders, gently moving her out of the way. "Amanda,
I've had this coming a long time. Just let it go, OK? I came here to help your
family get answers, and I am going to make sure they do. Whatever happens after
that, is nothing I don't deserve."
Somehow
this last exchange brought Deanna back from the darkness of her own memories,
from the world in which she had been living in the hours since the truth of the
past had resurfaced. Her daughter was in trouble, and this time she could help.
"Everyone, just stop!" Her sudden outburst silenced the room.
"Mandy," she said, in a more even voice, "No one is going to do
anything to anyone in this room," her gaze shifted from her daughter to
her husband and back again, and then finally to Alexis. "Not until we sort
this all out. Now, come and sit down. I, for one, am quite interested in hearing
your story, since it seems my daughter already has."
Will,
however confused by Mandy's outburst, couldn't let the matter drop.
"Deanna, what story can she possibly tell that we need to hear? She's
already admitted she was-"
"It's
been 30 years, Will. What she was, was little more than a baby herself. We will
hear her out."
Deanna's
words, both those she had spoken, and those left unsaid, finally broke though
his anger. This woman was a child once, a child with a family. Involved or not,
she was probably as lost and alone and scared as their own little girl must
have been. He silently cursed his harshness with her, and moved to sit next to
his wife.
Alexis
sat down on a smaller loveseat across from them, and was more than a little
surprised when Mandy came to sit beside her, rather then with her parents. She
shouldn't have been so surprised, she realized. Mandy Riker was, without a
doubt, her mother's daughter. It seemed that their experience had bonded them
somehow. Whatever it was that had so unsettled her about this girl before, she
now found it comforting in a way only Deanna seemed able to match. She offered
the younger girl an uneasy smile of gratitude, and began her tale.
"I
was, maybe five or six when my family just spit. I don't remember the details,
just that I was alone, and pretty scared. Someone found me walking around lost,
said they knew someone who took care of little kids who didn't have anywhere to
go.....very 'Oliver Twist,' but it is true, as far as I can remember.
Unfortunately, I wound up working for a woman named Jackie Wilder." Alexis
paused, reflecting. "I didn't know what I was doing was wrong back then.
Hell, I never even knew what I was doing at all the first few years."
Deanna
reached out and took her hand, her since of compassion for that lost little
girl outweighing all else. "What happened, Lexie? Just tell us."
"Jackie
would bring in kids, my age, a little younger.....she said they'd been hurt,
abused, horrible things. She wanted me to make them forget. So," she
looked down at her hands, "that's what I did. I made them forget, and
Jackie and the others made them disappear. She said she was protecting them,
sending them to better homes. It was years before I figured out she was lying
to me, but I never knew what really happened, until now...."
Realization
began to dawn in Deanna's mind. "You're saying she used you to
telepathically alter people's memories? You never said anything about being
telepathic....although, in six years I suppose I should have figured it
out."
Alexis
squirmed uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, I should have mentioned it, but the
truth is I never really had a name for it, and what I did know scared me to
death. I only stayed with them because it gave me a place to eat and sleep as
long as I did what I was told."
Will
felt like a total idiot. Sure he'd reacted to protect his family, but the poor
kid wasn't even in control of the situation. But at least now, if these people
did have something to do with his daughter's disappearance and aftermath, now
he had a name of someone he could really go after. It helped, a little.
"And you're sure, or you think you are, that these were the people
involved in our case?"
"I'm
sure of it....Amanda found a news clipping. Her name was in it....for me and
anyone who knows her, that's all the proof needed. The hard part is figuring
out what she did with your daughter."
Deanna
looked up with saddened eyes. "Lexie, even if what you say is true....my
little girl has been dead for thirty years now."
Alexis
looked up at her then, startled. "No, Deanna, you don't understand. That's
impossible."