Tell Me Your Dreams (22 page)

“What about them?”

It was Toni who answered. “She can’t face it. She’s afraid he’s going to do to the little girl what he did to her.”

Dr. Keller stared at her a moment. “What—what did he do to her?”

It was in London. She was in bed. He sat down next to her and said, “I’m going to make you very happy, baby,” and began
tickling her, and she was laughing. And then…he took her pajamas off, and he started playing with her. “Don’t my hands feel good?” Ashley started screaming, “Stop it. Don’t do that.” But he wouldn’t stop. He held her down and went on and on…

Dr. Keller asked, “Was that the first time it happened, Toni?”

“Yes.”

“How old was Ashley?”

“She was six.”

“And that’s when you were born?”

“Yes. Ashley was too terrified to face it.”

“What happened after that?”

“Father came to her every night and got into bed with her.” The words were pouring out now. “She couldn’t stop him. When they got home, Ashley told Mother what happened, and Mother called her a lying little bitch.

“Ashley was afraid to go to sleep at night because she knew Papa was going to come to her room. He used to make her touch him and then play with himself. And he said to her, ’Don’t tell anyone about this or I won’t love you anymore.’ She couldn’t tell anyone. Mama and Papa were yelling at each other all the time, and Ashley thought it was her fault. She knew she had done something wrong, but she didn’t know what. Mama hated her.”

“How long did this go on?” Dr. Keller asked.

“When I was eight…” Toni stopped.

“Go on, Toni.”

Ashley’s face changed, and it was Alette sitting in the chair. She said, “We moved to Roma, where he did research at Policlinico Umberto Primo.”

“And that’s where you were born?”

“Yes. Ashley couldn’t stand what happened one night, so I came to protect her.”

“What happened, Alette?”

“Papa came into her room while she was asleep, and he was naked. And he crawled into her bed, and this time he forced himself inside her. She tried to stop him, but she couldn’t. She begged him never to do it again, but he came to her every night. And he always said, “This is how a man shows a woman he loves her, and you’re my woman, and I love you. You must never tell anyone about this.’ And she could never tell anyone.”

Ashley was sobbing, tears running down her cheeks.

It was all Gilbert Keller could do not to take her in his arms and hold her and tell her that he loved her and everything was going to be all right. But, of course, it was impossible.
I’m her doctor.

When Dr. Keller returned to Dr. Lewison’s office, Dr. Patterson, Victoria Aniston and Katrina had left.

“Well, this is what we’ve been waiting for,” Dr. Keller told Otto Lewison. “We finally got a breakthrough. I know when Toni and Alette were born and why. We should see a big change from now on.”

Dr. Keller was right. Things began to move.

T
HE
hypnotherapy session had begun. Once Ashley was under, Dr. Keller said, “Ashley, tell me about Jim Cleary.”

“I loved Jim. We were going to run away together and get married.”

“Yes…?”

“At the graduation party, Jim asked me if I would go to his house with him, and I…I said no. When he brought me home, my father was waiting up for us. He was furious. He told Jim to get out and stay out.”

“What happened then?”

“I decided to go to Jim. I packed a suitcase and I started toward his house.” She hesitated. “Halfway to his house, I changed my mind and I went back home. I—”

Ashley’s expression started to change. She began to relax in her chair, and it was Toni sitting there.

“Like hell she did. She went to his house, Dockie.”

When she reached Jim Cleary’s house, it was dark.
“My folks will be away for the weekend.”
Ashley rang the doorbell. A few minutes later, Jim Cleary opened the door. He was in his pajamas.

“Ashley.” His face lit up in a grin. “You decided to come.” He pulled her inside.

“I came because I
—
“

“I don’t care why you came. You’re here.” He put his arms around her and kissed her. “How about a drink?”

“No. Maybe some water.” She was suddenly apprehensive.

“Sure. Come on.” He took her hand and led her into the kitchen. He poured a glass of water for her and watched her drink it. “You look nervous.”

“I—I am.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. There’s no chance that my folks will come back. Let’s go upstairs.”

“Jim, I don’t think we should.”

He came up behind her, his arms reaching for her breasts. She turned. “Jim

His lips were on hers, and he was forcing her against the kitchen counter.

“I’m going to make you happy, honey.” It was her father saying,
“I’m going to make you happy, honey.”

She froze. She felt him pulling her clothes off and entering her as she stood there naked, silently screaming.

And the feral rage took over.

She saw the large butcher knife sticking out of a wooden block. She picked it up and began stabbing him in the chest, screaming,
“Stop it, Father… Stop it.. . Stop it…Stop it.…”

She looked down, and Jim was lying on the floor, blood spurting out of him.

“You animal,” she screamed. “You won’t do this to anyone again.” She reached down and plunged the knife into his testicles.

At six o’clock in the morning, Ashley went to the railroad station to wait for Jim. There was no sign of him.

She was beginning to panic. What could have happened? Ashley heard the train whistle in the distance. She looked at her watch: 7:00. The train was pulling into the station. Ashley rose to her feet and looked around frantically.
Something terrible has happened to him.
A few minutes later, she stood there watching the train pull out of the station, taking her dreams with it.

She waited another half hour and then slowly headed home. That noon, Ashley and her father were on a plane to London…

The session was ending.

Dr. Keller counted, “…four…five. You’re awake now.”

Ashley opened her eyes. “What happened?”

“Toni told me how she killed Jim Cleary. He was attacking you.

Ashley’s face went white. “I want to go to my room.”

Dr. Keller reported to Otto Lewison. “We’re really beginning to make some advances, Otto. Up to now, it’s been a logjam, with each one of them afraid to make the first move. But they’re getting more relaxed. We’re going in the right direction, but Ashley is still afraid to face reality.”

Dr. Lewison said, “She has no idea how these murders took place?”

“Absolutely none. She’s completely blanked it out. Toni took over.”

It was two days later.

“Are you comfortable, Ashley?”

“Yes.” Her voice sounded far away.

“I want us to talk about Dennis Tibbie. Was he a friend of yours?”

“Dennis and I worked for the same company. We weren’t really friends.”

“The police report says that your fingerprints were found at his apartment.”

“That’s right. I went there because he wanted me to give him some advice.”

“And what happened?”

“We talked for a few minutes, and he gave me a glass of wine with a drug in it.”

“What’s the next thing you remember?”

“I—I woke up in Chicago.”

Ashley’s expression began to change.

In an instant, it was Toni talking to him. “Do you want to know what really happened…?”

“Tell me, Toni.”

Dennis Tibbie picked up the bottle of wine and said, “Let’s get comfortable.” He started leading her toward the bedroom.

“Dennis, I don’t want to
—
“

And they were in the bedroom, and he was taking off her clothes.

“I know what you want, baby. You want me to screw you. That’s why you came up here.”

She was fighting to get free. “Stop it, Dennis!”

“Not until I give you what you came here for. You’re going to love it, baby.”

He pushed her onto the bed, holding her tightly, his hands moving down to her groin. It was her father’s voice.
“You’re going to love it, baby.”
And he was forcing himself into her, again and again, and she was silently screaming,
“No, Father. Stop!”
And then the unspeakable fury took over. She saw the wine bottle. She reached for it, smashed it against the edge of the table and jammed the ragged edge of the bottle into his back. He screamed and tried to get up, but she held him tightly while she kept ramming the broken bottle into him. She watched him roll onto the floor.

“Stop it,” he whimpered.

“Do you promise to never do that again? Well, we’ll make sure.” She picked up the broken glass and reached for his groin.

Dr. Keller let a moment of silence pass. “What did you do after that, Toni?”

“I decided I’d better get out of there before the police came. I have to admit I was pretty excited. I wanted to get away from Ashley’s boring life for a while, and I had a friend in Chicago, so I decided to go there. It turned out he wasn’t home, so I did a little shopping, hit some of the bars and had a good time.”

“And what happened next?”

“I checked into a hotel and fell asleep.” She shrugged. “From then on it was Ashley’s party.”

She awakened slowly, knowing something was wrong, terribly wrong. She felt as though she had been drugged. Ashley looked around the room and began to panic. She was lying in bed, naked, in some cheap hotel room. She had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there. She managed to sit up, and her head started to pound.

She got out of bed, walked into the tiny bathroom and stepped into the shower. She let the stream of hot water pound against her body, trying to wash away whatever terrible, dirty things had happened to her. What if he had gotten her pregnant? The thought of having his child was sickening. Ashley got out of the shower, dried herself and walked over to the closet. Her clothes were missing. The only things inside the closet were a black leather miniskirt, a cheap-looking tube top and a pair of spiked high-heeled shoes. She was repelled by the thought of putting the clothes on, but she had no choice. She dressed quickly and glanced in the mirror. She looked like a prostitute.

“Father, I—”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m in Chicago and
—”

“What are you doing in Chicago?”

“I can’t go into it now. I need an airline ticket to San Jose. I don’t have any money with me. Can you help me?”

“Of course. Hold on… There’s an American Airlines plane leaving O’Hare at ten-forty A.M., Flight 407. There will be a ticket waiting for you at the check-in counter.”

“Alette, can you hear me? Alette.”

“I’m here, Dr. Keller.”

“I want us to talk about Richard Melton. He was a friend of yours, wasn’t he?”

“Yes. He was very…
simpático.
I was in love with him.”

“Was he in love with you?”

“I think so, yes. He was an artist. We would go to museums together and look at all of the wonderful paintings. When I was with Richard I felt…alive. I think if someone had not killed him, then one day we would have been married.”

“Tell me about the last time you were together.”

“When we were walking out of a museum, Richard said, ’My roommate is at a party tonight. Why don’t we stop at my place? I have some paintings I’d like to show you.’”

“ ’Not yet, Richard.’”

“ ’Whatever you say. I’ll see you next weekend?’”

“ ’Yes.’”

“I drove away,” Alette said. “And that was the last time I—”

Dr. Keller watched her face begin to take on Toni’s animation.

“That’s what she wants to think,” Toni said. “That’s not what happened.”

“What did happen?” Dr. Keller asked.

She went to his apartment on Fell Street. It was small, but Richard’s paintings made it look beautiful.

“It makes the room come alive, Richard.”

“Thank you, Alette.” He took her in his arms. “I want to make love to you. You’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,”
her father said. And she froze. Because she knew the terrible thing that was going to happen. She was lying on the bed, naked, feeling the familiar pain of him entering her, tearing her apart.

And she was screaming,
“No! Stop it, Father! Stopit!”
And then the manic-depressive frenzy took over. She had no recollection of where she got the knife, but she was stabbing his body over and over, yelling at him, “I told you to stop it! Stop it!”

Ashley was writhing in her chair, screaming.

“It’s all right, Ashley,” Dr. Keller said. “You’re safe. You’re going to wake up now, at the count of five.”

Ashley awoke, trembling. “Is everything all right?”

“Toni told me about Richard Melton. He made love to you. You thought it was your father, so you—”

She put her hands over her ears. “I don’t want to hear any more!”

Dr. Keller went to see Otto Lewison.

“I think we’re finally making the breakthrough. It’s very traumatic for Ashley, but we’re nearing the end. We still have two murders to retrieve.”

“And then?”

“I’m going to bring Ashley, Toni and Alette together.”

T
ONI
? Toni, can you hear me?” Dr. Keller watched Ashley’s expression change.

“I hear you, Dockie.”

“Let’s talk about Jean Claude Parent.”

“I should have known he was too good to be true.”

“What do you mean?”

“In the beginning, he seemed like a real gentleman. He took me out every day, and we really had a good time. I thought he was different, but he was like all the others. All he wanted was sex.

“I see.”

“He gave me a beautiful ring, and I guess he thought that he owned me. I went with him to his house.”

The house was a beautiful two-story, redbrick house filled with antiques.

“It’s lovely.”

“There’s something special I want to show you upstairs in the bedroom.” And he was taking her upstairs, and she was powerless to stop him. They were in the bedroom, and he took her in his arms and whispered, “Get undressed.”

“I don’t want to
—”

“Yes, you do. We both want it.” He undressed her quickly, then laid her down on the bed and got on top of her. She was moaning,
“Don’t. Please don’t, Father!”

But he paid no attention. He kept plunging into her until suddenly he said, “Ah,” and then stopped. “You’re wonderful,” he said.

And the malevolent explosion shook her. She grabbed the sharp letter opener from the desk and plunged it into his chest, up and down and up and down.

“You won’t do that to anyone again.” She reached for his groin.

Afterward, she took a leisurely shower, dressed and went back to the hotel.

“Ashley…” Ashley’s face began to change. “Wake up now.”

Ashley slowly came awake. She looked at Dr. Keller and said, “Toni again?”

“Yes. She met Jean Claude on the Internet. Ashley, when you
were in Quebec, were there periods when you seemed to lose time? When suddenly it was hours later or a day later, and you didn’t know where the time had gone?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes. It—it happened a lot.”

“That’s when Toni took over.”

“And that’s when…when she—?”

“Yes.”

The next few months were uneventful. In the afternoons, Dr. Keller would listen to Toni play the piano and sing, and he would watch Alette painting in the garden. There was one more murder to discuss, but he wanted Ashley to be relaxed before he started talking about it.

It had been five years now since she had come to the hospital.
She’s almost cured,
Dr. Keller thought.

On a Monday morning, he sent for Ashley and watched her walk into the office. She was pale, as though she knew what she was facing.

“Good morning, Ashley.”

“Good morning, Gilbert.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Nervous. This is the last one, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Let’s talk about Deputy Sam Blake. What was he doing in your apartment?”

“I asked him to come. Someone had written on my bathroom mirror, ’You Will Die.’ I didn’t know what to do. I thought someone was trying to kill me. I called the police, and Deputy Blake came over. He was very sympathetic.”

“Did you ask him to stay with you?”

“Yes. I was afraid to be alone. He said that he would spend the night, and then in the morning, he would arrange for twenty-four-hour
protection for me. I offered to sleep on the couch and let him sleep in the bedroom, but he said he would sleep on the couch. I remember he checked the windows to make sure they were locked, and then he double-bolted the door. His gun was on the table next to the couch. I said good night and went into the bedroom and closed the door.”

“And then what happened?”

“I—The next thing I remember is being awakened by someone screaming in the alley. Then the sheriff came in to tell me that Deputy Blake had been found dead.” She stopped, her face pale.

“All right. I’m going to put you to sleep now. Just relax… Close your eyes and relax.…” It took ten minutes. Dr. Keller said, “Toni…”

“I’m here. You want to know what really happened, don’t you? Ashley was a fool to invite Sam to stay at the apartment. I could have told her what he would do.”

He heard a cry from the bedroom, quickly rose from the couch and scooped up his gun. He hurried over to the bedroom door and listened a moment. Silence. He had imagined it. As he started to turn away, he heard it again. He pushed the door open, gun in hand. Ashley was in bed, naked, asleep. There was no one else in the room. She was making little moaning sounds. He moved to her bedside. She looked beautiful lying there, curled up in a fetal position. She moaned again, trapped in some terrible dream. He meant only to comfort her, to take her in his arms and hold her. He lay down at her side and gently pulled her toward him, and he felt the heat of her body and began to be aroused.

She was awakened by his voice saying, “It’s all right now. You’re safe.” And his lips were on hers, and he was moving her legs apart and was inside her.

And she was screaming,
“No, Father!”

And he moved faster and faster in a primal urgency, and then the savage revenge took over. She grabbed the knife from the dresser drawer at her bedside and began to slash into his body.

“What happened after you killed him?”

“She wrapped his body in the sheets and dragged him to the elevator and then through the garage to the alley in back.”

“.. . and then,” Dr. Keller told Ashley, “Toni wrapped his body in the sheets and dragged him into the elevator and through the garage to the alley in back.”

Ashley sat there, her face dead white. “She’s a mon—
I’m
a monster.”

Gilbert Keller said, “No. Ashley, you must remember that Toni was born out of your pain, to protect you. The same is true of Alette. It’s time to bring this to a closure. I want you to meet them. It’s the next step to your getting well.”

Ashley’s eyes were tightly shut. “All right. When do we…do this?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

Ashley was in a deep hypnotic state. Dr. Keller started with Toni.

“Toni, I want you and Alette to talk to Ashley.”

“What makes you think she can handle us?”

“I think she can.”

“All right, Dockie. Whatever you say.”

“Alette, are you ready to meet Ashley?”

“If Toni says it’s all right.”

“Sure, Alette. It’s about time.”

Dr. Keller took a deep breath and said, “Ashley, I want you to say hello to Toni.”

There was a long silence. Then, a timid, “Hello, Toni…”

“Hello.”

“Ashley, say hello to Alette.”

“Hello, Alette…”

“Hello, Ashley…”

Dr. Keller breathed a deep sigh of relief. “I want you all to get to know one another. You’ve suffered through the same terrible traumas. They’ve separated you from one another. But there’s no reason for that separation anymore. You’re going to become one whole, healthy person. It’s a long journey, but you’ve begun it. I promise you, the most difficult part is over.”

From that point on, Ashley’s treatment moved swiftly. Ashley and her two alters talked to one another every day.

“I had to protect you,” Toni explained. “I suppose every time I killed one of those men, I was killing Father for what he had done to you.”

“I tried to protect you, too,” Alette said.

“I—I appreciate that. I’m grateful to both of you.”

Ashley turned to Dr. Keller and said wryly, “It’s really all me, isn’t it? I’m talking to myself.”

“You’re talking to two other parts of yourself,” he corrected her gently. “It’s time for all of you to unify and become one again.”

Ashley looked at him and smiled. “I’m ready.”

That afternoon, Dr. Keller went to see Otto Lewison.

Dr. Lewison said, “I hear good reports, Gilbert.”

Dr. Keller nodded. “Ashley’s made remarkable progress. In another few months, I think she can be released and go on with her treatment as an outpatient.”

“That’s wonderful news. Congratulations.”

I’ll miss her,
Dr. Keller thought.
I’ll miss her terribly.

“Dr. Salem is on line two for you, Mr. Singer.”

“Right.” David reached for the phone, puzzled. Why would Dr. Salem be calling? It had been years since the two men had talked. “Royce?”

“Good morning, David. I have some interesting information for you. It’s about Ashley Patterson.”

David felt a sudden sense of alarm. “What about her?”

“Do you remember how hard we tried to find the trauma that had caused her condition, and we failed?”

David remembered it well. It had been a major weakness in their case. “Yes.”

“Well, I just learned the answer. My friend, Dr. Lewison, who’s head of the Connecticut Psychiatric Hospital, just called. The missing piece of the puzzle is Dr. Steven Patterson. He’s the one who molested Ashley when she was a child.”

David asked incredulously,
“What?”

“Dr. Lewison just learned about it.”

David sat listening as Dr. Salem went on, but his mind was elsewhere. He was recalling Dr. Patterson’s words.
“You’re the only one I trust, David. My daughter means everything in the world to me. You’re going to save her life.…I want you to
defend Ashley, and I won’t have anyone else involved in this case.…”

And David suddenly realized why Dr. Patterson had been so insistent on his representing Ashley alone. The doctor was sure that if David had ever discovered what he had done, he would have protected him. Dr. Patterson had had to decide between his daughter and his reputation, and he had chosen his reputation.
The son of a bitch!

“Thanks, Royce.”

That afternoon, as Ashley passed the recreation room, she saw a copy of the
Westport News
that someone had left there. On the front page of the newspaper was a photograph of her father with Victoria Aniston and Katrina. The beginning of the story read, “Dr. Steven Patterson is to be married to socialite Victoria Aniston, who has a three-year-old daughter from a previous marriage. Dr. Patterson is joining the staff of St. John’s Hospital in Manhattan, and he and his future wife have bought a house on Long Island.…”

Ashley stopped and her face contorted into a mask of rage. “I’ll kill the son of a bitch,” Toni screamed. “I’ll kill him!”

She was completely out of control. They had to put her in a padded room where she could not hurt herself, restrained by handcuffs and leg-irons. When the attendants came to feed her, she tried to grab them, and they had to be careful not to get too close to her. Toni had taken total possession of Ashley.

When she saw Dr. Keller, she screamed, “Let me out of here, you bastard. Now!”

“We’re going to let you out of here,” Dr. Keller said soothingly, “but first you have to calm down.”

“I’m calm,” Toni yelled. “Let me go!”

Dr. Keller sat on the floor beside her and said, “Toni, when you saw that picture of your father, you said you were going to hurt him, and—”

“You’re a liar! I said I was going to
kill
him!”

“There’s been enough killing. You don’t want to stab anyone else.”

“I’m not going to stab him. Have you heard of hydrochloric acid? It will eat through anything, including skin. Wait until I—”

“I don’t want you to think like that.”

“You’re right. Arson! Arson is better. He won’t have to wait until hell to burn to death. I can do it so they’ll never catch me if—”

“Toni, forget about this.”

“All right. I can think of some other ways that are even better.”

He studied her a moment, frustrated. “Why are you so angry?”

“Don’t you know? I thought you were supposed to be such a great doctor. He’s marrying a woman with a three-year-old daughter. What’s going to happen to that little girl, Mr. Famous Doctor? I’ll tell you what. The same thing that happened to us. Well, I’m going to stop it!”

“I’d hoped we’d gotten rid of all that hate.”

“Hate? You want to hear about hate?”

It was raining, a steady downpour of raindrops hitting the roof of the speeding car. She looked at her mother sitting at the
wheel, squinting at the road ahead, and she smiled, in a happy mood. She began to sing:

“All around the mulberry bush,

The monkey chased
—”

Her mother turned to her and screamed, “Shut up. I told you I detest that song. You make me sick, you miserable little
—
“

After that, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The curve ahead, the car skidding off the road, the tree. The crash flung her out of the car. She was shaken, but unhurt. She got to her feet. She could hear her mother, trapped in the car, screaming, “Get me out of here. Help me! Help me!”

And she stood there watching until the car finally exploded.

“Hate? Do you want to hear more?”

Walter Manning said, “This has to be a unanimous decision. My daughter’s a professional artist, not a dilettante. She did this as a favor. We can’t turn her down… This has to be unanimous. We’re either giving him my daughter’s painting or we don’t give him anything at all.”

She was parked at the curb, with the motor running. She watched Walter Manning cross the street, headed for the garage where he kept his car. She put the car in gear and slammed her foot down on the accelerator. At the last moment, he heard the sound of the car coming toward him, and he turned. She watched the expression on his face as the car smashed into him and then hurled his broken body aside. She kept driving. There were no witnesses. God was on her side.

“That’s
hate, Dockie! That’s real hate!”

Gilbert Keller listened to her recital, appalled, shaken by the cold-blooded viciousness of it. He canceled the rest of his appointments for the day. He needed to be alone.

The following morning when Dr. Keller walked into the padded cell, Alette had taken over.

“Why are you doing this to me, Dr. Keller?” Alette asked. “Let me out of here.”

“I will,” Dr. Keller assured her. “Tell me about Toni. What has she told you?”