In Full Bloom: Sequel to 'The Crying Rose': The Trilogy of the Rose (Volume 2)

by Beers, B. A.

  IN FULL BLOOM:

  Sequel to ‘The Crying Rose’

  B. A. Beers

  In Full Bloom: Sequel to ‘The Crying Rose’

  Copyright © 2001 by B.A. Beers

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher.

  First Edition/ Writer’s Showcase Press / August 2001

  Second Edition/ July 2012

  ISBN: 13: 978-1478285731

  ISBN: 10: 1478285737

  Dear Reader:

  This book was originally published in 2001 and is the sequel to The Crying Rose. In readying this text for release, it has been re-edited, and an excerpt from the third book in this series, Bouquet, has been added.

  Although the text has received many layers of editing, typos and/or errors may still exist. Help me rid this book of these reader irritants by sending me your "finds". Contact me at: babeers@babeers.com

  Future readers of this book will be forever grateful, as am I.

  Yours in reading,

  B.A Beers

  July 2012

  DEDICATION

  To Mom (My best friend)

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  I wish to extend my heartfelt gratitude to my mother, Margery, and sister, Patricia, for their continuing efforts on my behalf

  PROLOGUE

  The arrival, by courier, of a small package shatters Mrs. Samantha Carter’s world. Her inner fear aids her inability to face the contents of the package alone. Seeking assistance requires her to contact her former therapist, Dr. Jon Peterson. The news of his recent retirement stuns her.

  Newcomer to the clinic, Dr. Mark Stevens, answers her cry for help. Unprepared with any type of case history of the patient, Mark finds himself being drawn into Sami’s world. Through his searching, he realizes that he has a fight on his hands that requires him to use all his experiences, skills and resources.

  Needing to penetrate the invisible wall surrounding her, Mark finds the key to enter her world. Once inside, he strengthens his bond with her by exploring her past. Now, armed with these insights into her past and her growing trust in him, they uncovered the hidden treasure held within the package.

  ***

  ONE

  The pain of his cramping legs penetrated his awareness, making him suddenly realize that he had been kneeling in this position for some time. Settling his large frame to the floor to ease his discomfort, he kept his eyes on the brown-haired beauty before him, who was clutching two open envelopes against her chest. While he stretched out his legs, a yawn escaped him. Reaching up, he rubbed his eyes. He felt rather embarrassed that his body was betraying his fatigue. Running his fingers through his dark hair, he sheepishly glanced back at the woman, and noticed that his movement had been unseen. Her concentration was still focused on the pages of the photo album that was on her lap. She was, in fact, in a world all her own.

  Well, old boy, he thought to himself, this encounter is still in the infancy stage. You were able to take the first steps when she opened the package to reveal the two letters and the photo album she now clings to, but it is only a start. Watching her, he silently mapped out their next goal. Yes, it is their next goal, not just his goal for her; from now on, they were a team. Team, he liked the sound of it. It meant a partnership was formed and a mutual bond linked the two of them. For some reason, not recognized by him, his body began to tingle at the idea. Instead of fighting off the feeling, he closed his eyes and let the experience pass through him.

  When he reopened his eyes, they were met with a very red, swollen pair. He blushed, when he realized she may have witnessed his display of emotion. Smiling to cover his embarrassment, he hoped to have it returned, but was slightly disappointed when he noticed that she was not seeing him. She was lost in her memories. He knew this was a very good sign, but part of him wanted desperately to shake her, and bring her to the present leaving the past where it belonged. You are a hypocrite, he screamed to himself. You want from her what you can’t do yourself. He clenched his hands into fists then muttered a profanity under his breath.

  ***

  Grandma Jo was still sitting on the couch and observing them. She noticed Dr. Mark Stevens stretch out his long, 6’ 4”, frame while he yawned widely. Her heart went out to this man, who had, in the past year, become an important part of her life. Glancing at her watch, she realized that twenty-four hours had passed since the arrival of the package that had summoned them to this place. It didn’t seem possible that so much had happened in only one day’s time frame. The package had been the key that had brought Mark from the clinic to Sami Carter, a former patient, and subsequently her arrival, also. It had taken many hours to awaken Sami from her hypnotic trance, which was from the shock of the package’s arrival. Together, they had probed into her past, overcoming great difficulties unlocking the secrets to revive her. Sami, at times, had not been too cooperative. Grandma Jo, however, felt that she had obviously missed the crucial turning point last night when she fell asleep. Yet, seeing Sami now, with the contents of the package at hand, and knowing that finally they had gained some ground toward helping her, Grandma Jo felt relieved and sighed deeply.

  ***

  Mark jumped as a hand touched his shoulder. Quickly, he looked up at the owner of the hand, and instantly relaxed as he gazed into the comforting face of Grandma Jo. She recognized and understood the fatigue that she saw written on his face. She loved this boy, and knew that sleep was what he needed now. It was her turn to ‘step up to bat’ and take over, giving him time for the much-deserved rest he needed to recharge his body. She smiled down at him, and motioned with her head for him to follow her.

  Mark peered back at Sami to find her consumed with the photos again. Satisfied that she was fine for the moment, he rose to his feet.

  Sami caught his movement and looked up from the album. Mark thought that her features made her appear to be both extremely old and young at the same time. Her eyes locked on him. He grew anxious being on the receiving end of that look.

  “What?” he asked her quietly.

  Sami’s mind was screaming. Questions were bouncing around inside of her head. She found herself wanting so desperately to stop them, but found it hard to concentrate on one thought.

  Mark saw the struggle that she was experiencing by the rapid change in her expressions. He knew this expression. He had witnessed it before. All the fatigue that he had felt earlier fled from his body as he caught the sixth or seventh wind of the past 24 hours. Damn, he thought, she had fought hard and overcame hurdles. Yet, others loomed just under the surface.

  “Where are you going?” Sami cried out through the jumble in her mind.

  She’s trying to regain control of the situation again. Mark sighed. Part of him wanted to give in to her, let her control, but from all he had learned about her over the past, few hours made him rebel against this control factor. He just knew that if he gave into her now, the baby steps forward that they had achieved together would skid to a halt, and possibly move backwards several large steps. He did not relish the prospect of a repeat performance that he had shared with her, except, maybe, the parts where she was tucked safely in his arms. At this thought, his body reacted to the memory of her body pressed close to him. Shaking his head, he knew that later he would have to devote serious time to study his attraction to her, but right now, she required his complete attention.

  Mark’s mind was racing, searching for a response that would answer her question, yet keep him in control. He came up
with many suitable and several unsuitable replies. He weighed each one for the impact that it would evoke. He knew that Sami would need constant care for the next couple of days, weeks, months, or maybe possibly years. Her defenses were down and she was vulnerable at this time. He needed to come up with a game plan to ensure that she had adequate care. No, more than that, he needed top care for her. From his previous day’s search, he knew that the Centers, they referred patients to regularly, were not available. He knew that hospitals were out of the question, because she had divulged her fear of them. He racked his brain for an alternative. He scanned around the room in which he was now standing. It had been adequate surroundings for their short-term care, but for the long term, there was not enough room to house them all. It would take both, Grandma Jo and him, to accomplish his goals for Sami, and he needed a place that would meet all requirements.

  Mark became aware of the fixed gaze that Sami now had directed on him. She had waited for an answer while he mentally pursued the housing issue. He had to come up with an option, but there was too much at stake to make a quick decision.

  Reaching down deep within him, he managed to plaster a fake smile on his lips before he could address her. Finally, he decided to tell her the truth rather than waste anymore time trying to come up with a plausible lie. “Sami,” he began, then hesitated, reconsidering this plan. “I need to speak with Grandma Jo in the kitchen for a few minutes.” Mark was happy with the fact that he didn’t lie to her, but he had a feeling that she knew, somehow, he had something else in mind.

  Mark watched as Sami placed the photo album aside, and started to rise to her feet. Now, he found himself asking the exact same question that Sami had voiced moments earlier. “Where are you going?”

  Sami was on her feet, and turned toward him with an expression that he had inwardly started to hate. It was the ‘I want control’ look. Being on the receiving end of that glare made him uneasy, and she bluntly replied to his question. “With you.”

  Mark closed his eyes and let her words pass over him as he thought about this impact on his discussion with Grandma Jo. His tired mind thought about physically planting her back into the chair, but then again, she was the key part of this equation, and her cooperation was vital. A smile played on his lips as he recalled how she was capable of being uncooperative. “Okay, Sami,” he replied, opening his eyes to the now empty room. “Where is everyone?”

  Mark’s pulse began to race as he tried to calm himself. His fears subsided as he heard noises coming from the direction of the kitchen. Shrugging his shoulders, he went to locate the women that had left him behind.

  Reaching the passageway into the kitchen-family room area, Mark peered to his left, and the sight before him made him stop. There stood Grandma Jo, the 5’ 1” slightly plump, gray-haired woman who was his clinic’s Queen of the Volunteers and his trusted friend. She was filling a coffeepot from the faucet at the sink, while Sami was busy measuring the coffee into the coffee maker. In comparison, Sami towered over her, due to her tall, model-like stature. Mark leaned back against the frame of the entrance, and marveled at the pure simplicity of the scene before him. The two women were talking quietly over their preparation of the breakfast.

  Mark noticed that Grandma Jo was reserved in her manner with Sami. Experiences with Grandma Jo gave him the benefit of knowledge regarding her body language. He read into her movements that she was treading on thin ice. She kept her voice low, her actions smooth, not jerky, and her eyes alert. He found himself instantly thanking his guardian angel for bringing Grandma Jo into his life. Smiling, he knew in his heart that she was just what this doctor had needed. Her years of experience working with patients were evident in the way she handled Sami at this moment. His love deepened and a deep respect filled his heart as he watched her.

  Sami, on the other hand, Mark thought as his eyes turned to her, was reborn. He was surprised that this particular word had entered his thoughts. “Why did I choose that word? Out of all the possible words in the English language, why did that one come to mind?” he muttered to himself. Pondering this, he watched Sami follow the step-by-step directions given to her by Grandma Jo.

  Mark caught the expression on Sami’s face as she gazed upon Grandma Jo. Witnessing it answered his questions, for on her face was plainly written her total innocence. She virtually hung on every word spoken by Grandma Jo. He got an overwhelming impression that she was blocking out her whole past, and everything prior to this exact moment had been erased in her memory. Mark wondered of what materials this new wall was constructed. Which tools were required by him to knock it down forever?

  “You’re a wonderful doctor. You will find the right path and necessary tools.” Pat’s, his deceased wife, voice filled the chambers of his mind.

  “Thanks love, for the reassuring words,” he answered the voice softly.

  Armed now with this new awareness, Mark walked over to the ladies in the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?” he boomed. He wanted them out of the tomb of silence, needing to have the control back on his side of the table.

  He watched with satisfaction as both of them jumped at his tone. Grandma Jo was the first to turn in his direction. Her face registered surprise at his method of approach, but before she could voice her alarm, Mark winked at her. A smile crossed her features, and her shoulders relaxed as it dawned on her exactly what he had in mind.

  Mark turned his head in the direction of Sami, who was now just turning to meet his gaze. Her face showed her true feelings, he thought. She would never be able to bluff her way in poker, he realized, causing him to laugh inwardly. Clearly exposed on her face, were insecurity, fear, confusion, loss, plus other emotions that he couldn’t quite identify. His heart beat quickened at the sight. Oh well, he thought, get use to it, buddy. You are in this battle until the end.

  Mark thought of Sami’s painting of the rose which had been instrumental in helping him find a pathway to her recovery. Taking a deep breath he began, “Sami, we are about to embark on a journey that will tear you down to the bare roots, but I promise you now that, by the end, you will be solidly anchored and in full bloom.”

  ***

  TWO

  After the three had eaten breakfast and were still seated at the table, Grandma Jo focused her eyes on the wide-eyed girl sitting directly across from her. Woman would be the more accurate word, because she knew that Sami had to be in her early thirty’s. Yet, the expression on her face made Sami appear to be a child. The innocent, child-like wonder was apparent in this woman’s features.

  Sami, it’s nice to have you back, she thought, remembering the creature that had been so defiant late last night. Grandma Jo wondered about the night’s activities she had missed while sleeping in the chair in Sami’s bedroom. How had Mark achieved the miracle that had gained him Sami’s trust? What method had he chosen to reach this woman? Knowing technically it was none of her business, she was still highly curious.

  Switching her eyes from Sami to Mark, she saw that he was also staring at Sami. Grandma Jo sat back in her chair and for several moments watched the display of emotions on his face. He’s fighting a battle in his mind, she thought.

  Mark’s attention turned to Grandma Jo, as if he felt her gaze on him. He winked at her, as a smile spread across his face. She didn’t return the smile, but instead raised her eyebrow in response. The thoughts Mark was experiencing vanished, as he saw her questioning expression. Guessing that he had to do some explaining, he nodded toward her. She has a right to know what happened, he reminded himself. He did bring her into this situation, and he owed her an update.

  Grandma Jo answered his nod with a knowing smile, feeling a bit guilty, but thrilled at his trust in her. Armed with the knowledge that he was going to relate the details later, she stood up. She started to gather the dirty dishes and remnants of their breakfasts, when several loud barks could be heard coming from the backyard. Sami’s Springer Spaniel, Molly, she thought absently, as she continued to remove the dishes.
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br />   Grandma Jo’s attention was drawn away from her task when Sami began to move. Wanting to reassure Sami that she could handle this chore without help, she looked directly at her. The words she was about to speak were stilled. The child-like expression was gone. Fixed on Sami’s blank expression, she felt pressure on her arm. She tore her eyes off Sami’s face and turned to Mark. His worried expression alarmed her as he signaled her to sit. Without thinking, she did what he requested.

  Both sets of eyes moved as one as they returned their focus to Sami’s figure moving through the kitchen on her way to the back door. Unlocking the door, opening it, and stepping outside were all completed without a single glance back to the two people staring at her from the table.

  Mark was on his feet before the door fully closed. Moving toward the arcadia door leading to the patio instead of the back door, he easily located the proper cords to open the blinds. With several large yanks on the cord, the blinds were opened to reveal the activity beyond.