Rage

CHAPTER 34

Beth Scoggins stopped talking and stared at the ceiling.

Allison said, “Hon?”

Beth lowered her head and nudged the purse on the floor with one shoe. Deep breath. Her tale of abandonment continued in a soft, flat voice.

Cared for by a widowed maternal grandmother who eked out a living running a thrift shop. Passing through school without learning much. Discovering boys and dope and alcohol and truancy at twelve, a habitual runaway by her thirteenth birthday.

“Grandma got mad but she always took me back. The cops said she could declare me incorrigible but she figured she had to be a responsible person.”

If she’d been my patient, I might’ve suggested that her grandmother cared about her.

This wasn’t therapy.

What was it?

“The last time, I ran all the way to Louisville. Took the bus and hitched and I finally found her after a week. My mom. She had different hair, had got skinny, was married to another horse groom and they had a baby, real cute, a little girl. Amanda. She didn’t look a thing like me. My mother was like freaked because I showed up. She couldn’t believe how big I got. She said I could stay. I hung around for a few days but I don’t like horses and there was nothing for me to do, so I came back. Grandma got liver disease from her drinking and died and they collected her junk from the shop in boxes and took it away. Some people from the state wanted to talk to me but I got out of there.”

She went silent again.

A history not unlike Troy ’s and Rand ’s. They’d murdered a child. This young woman was struggling to make it. Coming along nicely, until a stranger called.

Allison said, “You’re doing great, Beth.”

Beth’s freckled hands gathered skirt fabric. “I went all the way up to Oregon, then back to Willits. Some people were coming down to L.A. To see a concert at the Anaheim Pond, they said they’d get me tickets. They didn’t but I was here so I stayed. In Hollywood. I met some other people.”

She blinked several times. “I ended up at a shelter in Glendale run by this church school. They assigned me to Mrs. Daney and she was nice, her hair reminded me of my mom’s. She said I could leave the shelter and move in with her, she had other girls, everyone was cool, I just couldn’t use drugs. I moved in and it was okay except there was too much praying and the other kids were mostly Mexican. Mrs. Daney was homeschooling everyone, had all these books and lesson plans. I was seventeen, hated school. Mrs. Daney said you should do something, so I ended up being Mr. Daney’s assistant. That meant I’d go with him when he went to all these places and help out.”

“What kind of places?” I said.

“Sports programs, churches, church camps. He drove around doing jobs.”

“Church jobs?”

“Sometimes he’d lead prayers or grace,” she said. “Mostly he was like a camp counselor or a coach. Or he’d teach Bible. He did it because he needed the money.”

“He told you that?”

“He said that after he gave up a career as a minister he didn’t make enough money to do just one job. Said all the foster money went to the kids. They did feed us pretty good and we always had clean clothes even though it was mostly cheap stuff. I was being his assistant for about a month when he started to abuse me.”

She stared at the carpet.

Allison said, “You can stop any time.”

Beth chewed her lower lip. “I think what he did was put something in my Seven-Up, a roofie or something.”

“He drugged you?” I said.

“I’m pretty sure. We were in the car, driving home from some camp, and it was late and he said he was hungry. We stopped at a Burger King and he bought a cheeseburger for himself and two Seven-Ups. After I drank mine, I started to feel sleepy. When I woke up, we were parked somewhere else, some road, real dark. I was in the back of the car now, and he was next to me and my pants were off and I knew from the smell that we did it.”

She bent forward, as if in pain. Two breaths.

“After that we started doing it pretty regularly. He never asked, just pulled over in the car and led me to the backseat. He held my hand and opened the door for me and talked nice and didn’t hurt me. It was always real quick, which made it kind of like nothing. Sometimes he said thank you. It’s not like it was… I mean… I wasn’t feeling much those days.”

Moisture collected in the corners of her eyes. “I guess I thought he cared about me because sometimes he asked if I felt okay, was it good, could he do anything to make it better.”

She fingered her beads. “I lied and said it was great. A few months after we started I was late for my period. When I told him is when he started acting weird.”

Two hands filled with fabric, gathered her skirt above her knees. She smoothed it down quickly. Patted her eyes with her fingers.

“Weird, how?” I said.

“Like part of him was happy but part was freaking out.”

“Happy about…”

“Getting me pregnant. Like he was… he never said ‘Great, you’re pregnant,’ but there was something… the way he looked at me. Like he was… Dr. Gwynn?”

“Proud of himself?” said Allison.

“Yeah, proud of himself. Like look what I did.”

“But there was also the angry part.”

“Exactly, Dr. Gee. Like look what you did, stupid. He called it ‘the problem.’ It’s your problem, Beth, but I’m going to help you fix it. I said maybe I’m just late, that happened before.” Her eyes shifted to the floor. “What I didn’t tell him was that I was pregnant before, years ago, but I lost the baby- it wasn’t really a baby, just a little glob of blood, I saw it in the toilet. This was in Portland, the people I was hanging with took me to a free clinic. I got scraped out and it hurt like cramps. I didn’t want to do that again unless I was sure. He wouldn’t listen.”

Allison said, “He demanded that you fix your problem.”

“He said we can’t afford to wait, Bethy. That’s what he called me, Bethy, I hated it but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

She turned toward Allison. “Dumb, huh?”

“Not at all, Beth. He manipulated you into thinking he was kind.”

Beth’s eyes got wet. “Yes, exactly. Even when he talked about fixing my problem, he was patient. But he wouldn’t let me disagree. Put a finger on my lips when I tried to say let’s wait. ’Cause I didn’t want to be scraped again. Anyway, the next day, he told Mrs. Daney we were going to a sports night out somewhere far. In Thousand Oaks, I think. Instead we went to this place, a clinic, that was close to the house. It was nighttime and the place looked closed but the doctor was like come on in. She put me in a room and I got aborted really quick.”

“Remember the doctor’s name?” I said.

“She never said. She had an accent. Short and dark, kind of… not fat but… thick, you know? Like she’d have a hard time wearing fitted jeans, would need relaxed fit? There was no one there with her but she moved real quickly, everything went real quick. Afterward, Drew was hungry and we went out for doughnuts. I had some cramps but they weren’t so bad. A few days after that, he stopped taking me to the nonprofits and he got another girl to be his assistant. A new one, she’d just been there a couple of days. I guess I felt jealous. For sure I was real bored so I took some money out of his wallet and went to Fresno. I met some new people. Dr. Gee? I’m thirsty.”

She finished two cups of water. “Thanks, that was refreshing.” To me: “You can ask me questions if you want.”

“Do you remember the name of the girl who became Mr. Daney’s new assistant?”

“Miranda. Don’t know her last name. She was younger than me, maybe sixteen. Mexican, like I said, most of the girls were Mexican. She thought she was street but she was just spoiled- had attitude. When she became his assistant, she was like, I’m all that.”

She twisted and faced Allison: “Maybe I should’ve told her, Dr. Gee. What being an assistant was. But even though she was just there a few days she was mean to me and I figured if she was all that, she could handle it.”

“You had a lot to deal with. It wasn’t your responsibility to protect anyone else,” said Allison.

“I guess… also, like you were saying before, I didn’t really figure out it was abuse. I thought it was…”

“Attention.”

Beth faced me. “I had no feelings back then, it felt like attention.”

Tears trickled from her eyes and she turned back to Allison. “What you said last week, Dr. Gee? Everyone looks for someone to attach to? I guess that was it.”

Allison walked around her desk and stood next to Beth. Beth held out her hand and Allison took it.

“I’m okay. Really… sir- Doctor- you can ask questions.”

“You’re sure?” I said.

“Yeah.”

Allison patted Beth’s arm and returned to her seat.

I said, “Do you think Mrs. Daney knew what Mr. Daney was doing?”

“I don’t know. He was always lying to her. About little things, like it was fun to fool her.”

“What kind of little things?”

“Buying doughnuts and candy and hiding them in his Jeep. He’d be like, ‘Cherish doesn’t want me to spend money on junk food, but we won’t tell her, huh?’ Then he’d wink. Like I was part of the… scheme, I guess you’d call it. But then he didn’t share the doughnuts and the candy. He was like, ‘You’ve got to keep that fantastic figure, Bethy.’ ”

She laughed. “Like I was some supermodel. Mrs. Daney was the strict one. Making all the rules, making the kids do their lessons. She could be a little bossy. I figured she didn’t have much fun.”

“Why’s that?”

“She was stuck in the house, cooking, cleaning, while he was driving around to all his nonprofits. He told me, ‘Cherish doesn’t like to have fun.’ Then he’d be like, ‘I’m so glad I’ve got you, Bethy, because you’re so beautiful and young with that gorgeous figure and you do know how to have fun.’ Then, he’d go off on some religious stuff.”

“He talked about religion?”

“Like a sermon in church. Like ‘Fun’s not a sin, Bethy. God made a beautiful world and if we don’t enjoy it, that’s the sin, Bethy.’ ” She smiled. “That was usually right before he’d unzip his pants. It was like he had to… convince himself what he was doing was okay with God.”

She waved a hand impatiently. “He’d go off on these long stupid speeches about God and fun. About God not being a God of vengeance like in the Old Testament. God was basically this cool guy who wanted everyone to have fun.”

The Creator as party animal. Hollywood would love it.

Beth Scoggins emitted a ragged laugh. “It was like he had to convince himself he was a nice person. Then I got pregnant and it was like, ‘You’ve got a problem.’ I think he enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed what?”

“Getting me aborted. On the ride over he was real quiet, but when it was over he was in a great mood. Let’s go out for doughnuts. Like the whole thing was fun.”

I asked her if she remembered the name of the abortion clinic.

“Woman’s something.”

“The Women’s Wellness Place?”

“Yeah, that’s it. They had all these posters about AIDS and safe sex and making smart choices.”

“Did the doctor do anything besides the abortion?”

“Like what?”

“Blood tests, a general checkup.”

“No, nothing. Like I said, she was real fast. Something for the pain before, then scrape scrape, it’s over, here’s some Midol if it starts to hurt.”

She shivered. “Kind of spooky, no one was there, most of the building was dark. And I was by myself. Drew handed me over to the doctor and left. He was parked out on the street when I came out.”

“Did you go back for a follow-up visit?”

“Uh-uh,” she said. “I took the Midols, that’s it. Drew offered me some different pills, I think they were Demerol. I didn’t take them. I’d been pretty clean and sober since they put me in the shelter.”

Except for a Rohypnol to get things going. “Beth, do you know if he abused any other girls besides Miranda and you?”

“I never saw anyone, but probably. ’Cause he was like… there was no nervousness. It was like something he was used to, you know? And he had only girls in the house. Why are you investigating him?”

I turned to Allison. She said, “It’s okay.”

“A girl he cared for committed suicide.”

Beth’s eyes remained steady. “How?”

“She cut her wrists.”

“That’s terrible,” she said. “That would hurt.”

I asked if there was anything else she wanted to know.

“Nope.”

Thanking her again, I got up and shook her hand. No warmer.

Allison said, “I’ll be back in a sec, hon,” and walked me out. It was nearly nine and passersby strolled Montana Avenue.

“As far as I’m concerned,” she said, “I’ve got no obligation to report because she’s nineteen. He’s a monster but that’s not my problem right now. She may change her mind but in the meantime I insist you don’t bring her into any police investigation.”

“No argument.”

She touched my hand. Her lips looked parched. “I need to get back in there. We’ll talk later.”

“I can come back when you’re through.”

“No,” she said. “I’m bushed and I’ve still got two more patients. Tomorrow’s pretty heavy, too. I’ll call you.”

I leaned in to kiss her.

She squeezed my hand and offered her cheek.