First of all - rest in peace Farrah. You will be greatly missed!!
But she'll live forever, 'cause legends never die! :')

Chapter 10.

When they exited the plane, the hot and moist Texas air hit their faces. Bosley held a hand around Kelly's waist as they slowly walked down the stairs, it was still very painful to walk up and down the stairs. They grabbed their luggage and then went into the two rental cars Bosley had ordered. They dropped their things of at the hotel, and went for lunch. Kelly picked in her food, and she sat quiet the entire time. When they headed to the prison where Matthews were being held. Bosley parked outside and turned to Kelly. She was white as a ghost, she was shaking and her breathing was shallow.

"Kelly. Don't worry, I'm with you all the time. If you're sure really want to do this? You can still back out."

"I need to do this Bosley. I need to talk to him."

Bosley nodded, and looked back at Kris and Sabrina in the backseat.

"You guys wait here?"

"Yeah, we'll wait here. Four's definitely a crowd."

Bosley smiled short and walked out of the car. He opened Kelly's door and carefully helped her down to the ground, and brought her into the prison. They had called in forehand and now they identified themselves, dropped off their things and walked into the room with the windows and phones. They sat down by one of the windows, Bosley held Kelly close since she was shivering. When Matthews walked up and sat down on the other side of the window, Kelly grabbed on to Bosley's hand. He could feel her shaking, but she kept a stained face. She was determined to not show Matthews her fear. He looked at her for a long time, before he picked up the phone. He gestured towards her phone, and Kelly thought about it for a moment before she picked up the phone too.

"Hello Kell. You look good."

"I really can't say the same about you."

"Well, orange has never been my color."

Kelly nodded, sat quiet for a moment. She could feel Bosley squeezing her hand.

"What brought you to Dallas? Did you come here just for me?" Matthews smiled.

"Why did you come to Los Angeles? Why, after all these years? Why did you have to look me up? How did you find me? How did you know where to find me?"

The questions just poured out of Kelly's mouth.

"I love you. I love you Kelly. I did what I had to do to find you."

Kelly just looked at him, hung up the phone, grabbed her purse and walked out. Bosley followed her close, and as soon as they came into the empty corridor, Kelly just broke down in tears and slide down the wall. Bosley grabbed onto her and held her head to his chest, rocking her back and forth.

"Sssch, it's going to be okay… Don't worry. He's stuck where he is."

"He got out before, what makes you say he won't do it again?"

"They're watching him, Kelly. Don't worry. He won't hurt you again, I promise you he won't. We'll keep you safe."

Kelly sat in Bosley's arms for several minutes before she was able to control herself and they rose to their feet.

"Do you want to go to the orphanage?"

Kelly nodded slowly, and Bosley grabbed her waist as they walked out. He held the door open for her, and she slid down in the passenger seat. She could feel Kris and Sabrina looking at her, but she couldn't face them. They knew better than to ask `what happened?´, instead, they sat quiet. Bosley sat down behind the wheels, and without a word, he drove to the orphanage.

A few minutes later they pulled up. Kelly looked out of the window and a short smile came to her face. Bosley put a hand on her arm.

"Do you want us to come with you?"

"No, this one I'll do alone. Thank you." Kelly said, smiled to Bosley, before she got out of the car.

She walked away towards the entrance, and with a determined hand, she pulled up the door. She was walking slowly through the long corridor, and she saw flashes of herself as a little girl running through the halls, LillyBeth constantly in her hands.

"Kelliii, come on!"

"Wait up! Wait for me!"

Six year old Kelly was trying to keep up the pace with 9 year old Martha and her 8 year old brother Marcus. Kelly didn't know where they were going, but she knew they were going to have fun. She always had fun with them. They were the troublemakers of the orphanage, and they always drove the nuns crazy, but Kelly loved spending time with them, even though the age difference.

"And where are you think you're going?"

Kelly couldn't help but laugh when she watched how Martha, who had turned back to face Kelly while they all ran, had run right into one of the nuns, young Mary Joanna.

"We're… eeh…"

"You were going to make some trouble, I'm sure of it." Mary Joanna smiled.

"No! We… eh…"

"Come on. I know something better than making trouble."

"And what would that be?" Kelly said, looking up at the nun.

Mary Joanna knelt in front of Kelly, brushing the little girls hair out of her face.

"Ice cream."


"Are you here to take someone away?"

Kelly was shaken back to reality when a young girl tugged her skirt. Kelly looked down at the young girl. She couldn't be much more than four or five. She had brown, curly hair, and her brown eyes were filled with emotions, and Kelly could see the tears welling up. In her arms, she held a doll, very much like LillyBeth. Kelly couldn't stop thinking of how much this little girl reminded her of herself.

Kelly smiled and knelt in front of the girl. In the same spot as Mary Joanna had did in her flashback seconds ago.

"No, sweetie, I'm not going to take someone away. I'm just here to speak with the nuns."

"Why?"

"I used to live here. When I was about your age."

"You did?"

"Yes, I did. What's your name sweetie?"

"Kelly."

Kelly's mouth dropped and she just looked at the young girl. Before she had a chance to say anything, she could here footsteps behind her.

"What are you doing?" A strained female voice came from behind her.

Older Kelly turned quickly around, and rose to her feet. She met the eyes of a nun. She hadn't seen that older woman for almost 10 years, but she recognized her immediately.

"Mary Joanna?" She asked, eyes still wide, but now with a smile on her face.

"Yes?"

"It's me. Kelly Garrett."

"Kelly?" Mary Joanna said, mouth by the floor.

The second later, the two grown ups were hugging each other close.

"You're name is Kelly too?" The little girl asked, tugging Kelly's skirt again.

Older Kelly looked down at the little one again.

"Yes, yes it is."

Mary Joanna smiled, and she lifted up the youngster in her arms.

"Kell, do you remember me telling you that I named you after a person that you reminded me so much of?"

"Yeeees."

"Well, you just met that person."

"Oh!"

Mary Joanna faced the older Kelly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wish to talk to you. But I don't think she should listen in to it." Kelly said, nodding towards the little version of herself.

"You don't want me with you?" The youngster said, tears filling up again.

Kelly smiled, leaned forward to the girl and whispered something in her ear. The youngster shined up, asked Mary Joanna to let her down, and then she quickly ran away.

"What did you tell her?"

Kelly smiled at Mary Joanna, put a hand on her arm.

"Wait and see."

A few minutes later, they watched how little Kelly came back from around the corner, and hurried to a bedroom across the hall. In one hand she held her doll, in the other, she held a bowl filled with ice cream.

Mary Joanna laughed out loud. How many times had she seen the woman standing next to her do the same thing?

When she stopped laughing, she turned back to Kelly. Kelly were smiling, but the older nun, who now had turned 60, noticed that the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Kelly? What's wrong?" Mary Joanna asked gently, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Kelly looked down, and then turned around slightly. That's when Mary Joanna noticed some paled bruising on her cheeks.

"Kelly? What happened?" She said, grabbing a hold of Kelly's face, and another flashback came to Kelly's mind.

"Oh my God! Kelly?!"

19 year old Kelly was standing by the entrance. Her clothes were soaked from the rain that was pouring down outside. The rain had washed off most of the blood from the clothes and her face. She was shaking heavily, and she was staring straight down, at nothing actually. She couldn't control her body. Her legs got weak, and she fell to the floor, in the same time as Mary Joanna and two other nuns came running to her side, grabbing her before she hit the ground. One of the nuns, Anna Maria, ran away to call an ambulance.

Mary Joanna grabbed Kelly's face, and carefully examined it. She could barely recognize the teenager in front of her, her face was so swollen and discolored. She hadn't seen this woman in almost a year, but she cared deeply for her, as if she were her own daughter.

Kelly kept staring at the ground. Everything were fuzzy around the edges. She could hear the nuns talking to her, trying to get her to respond. She could hear them calling her name, she could hear them saying that she was in shock. She could hear the paramedic's asking her questions. But she couldn't control her body.

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