Cat (Wildflowers Series #4)

Cat (Wildflowers Series #4)

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by V. C. Andrews

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"I felt like I was going to my own execution...."

Cat had listened patiently as the other three girls in Dr. Marlowe's therapy group shared their innermost feelings. They had described their broken families honestly, to the point of pain. If Cat doesn't tell her own tale, the others will see it as a betrayal. So she has no choice.

Or does she? Maybe she could lie


"I felt like I was going to my own execution...."

Cat had listened patiently as the other three girls in Dr. Marlowe's therapy group shared their innermost feelings. They had described their broken families honestly, to the point of pain. If Cat doesn't tell her own tale, the others will see it as a betrayal. So she has no choice.

Or does she? Maybe she could lie -- just make something up. Anything would be better than the truth. For Cat has the darkest, most horrifying secret of them all....

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Pocket Books
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Wildflowers Series, #4
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4.21(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.54(d)

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Chapter One

Because my daddy went to work so early, my mother was always the one left with the responsibility of waking me, if I didn't rise and shine on my own for school. She would usually wake me up by making extra noise outside my bedroom door. She rarely knocked and she almost never opened the door. I could probably count on the fingers of one hand how many times my mother had been in my bedroom while I was in it too, especially during the last five years.

Instead, she would wait for me to leave for school, and then she would enter like a hotel maid after the guests had gone and clean and arrange the room to her liking. I was never neat enough to please her, and when I was younger, if I dared to leave an undergarment on a chair or on the top of the dresser, she would complain vehemently and look like the wicked witch in The Wizard of Oz.

"Your things are very private and not for the eyes of others," she would scowl, and put her hands on me and shake me. "Do you understand, Cathy? Do you?"

I would nod quickly, but what others? I would wonder. My mother didn't like any of my father's friends or business associates and she had no friends of her own. She prized her solitude. No one came to our house for dinner very often, if at all, and certainly no one visited my room or came upstairs, and even if they had, they wouldn't see anything because Mother insisted I keep my door shut at all times. She taught me that from the moment I was able to do it myself.

Nevertheless, she would be absolutely furious now if I didn't put my soaps and lotions back in the bathroom cabinet, and once, when I had left a pair of my panties on the desk chair, she cut them up and spread the pieces over my pillow to make her point.

This morning she was especially loud. I heard her put down the pail on the floor roughly, practically slamming it. She was cleaning earlier than usual. The mop hit my door, swept the hard wood floor in the hallway and then hit my door again. I looked at the small clock housed in clear Danish crystal on my night table. The clock was a birthday present from my grandmother, my mother's mother, given only weeks before she had passed away from lung cancer. She was a heavy smoker. My grandfather was twelve years older than she was and died two years later from a heart attack. Like me, my mother had been an only child. Not long ago I found out I wasn't supposed to be, but that's another story, maybe even one that's more horrible than what's happened to me recently. Whatever, one thing was certain: we didn't have much family. Our Thanksgiving turkeys were always small. Mother didn't like leftovers. Daddy muttered that she threw away enough food to feed another family, but he never muttered loud enough for Mother to hear.

Part of the reason for our small Thanksgivings and Christmas holidays was because my father's parents had nothing to do with him or with us; his sister Agatha and his younger brother Nigel never came to see us either. My father had told me that none of his family members liked anyone else in the family and it was best for all of them to just avoid each other. It would be years before I would find out why. It was like finding pieces to a puzzle and putting them together to create an explanation for confusion.

When my mother hit the door with the mop again, I knew it was time to rise, but I was stalling. Today was my day at Doctor Marlowe's group therapy session. The other three girls, Misty, Star and Jade, had told their stories and now they wanted to hear mine. I knew they were afraid I wouldn't show up and to them it would be something of a betrayal. They had each been honest to the point of pain and I had listened and heard their most intimate stories. I knew they believed they had earned the right to hear mine, and I wasn't going to disagree with that, but at this very moment, I wasn't sure if I could actually gather enough courage to tell them my tale.

Mother wasn't very insistent about it. She had been told by other doctors and counselors that it was very important for me to be in therapy, but my mother didn't trust doctors. She was forty-six years old and from what I understood, she had not been to a doctor for more than thirty years. She didn't have to go to a doctor to give birth to me. I had been adopted. I didn't learn that until...until afterward, but it made sense. It was practically the only thing that did.

My chills finally stopped and I sat up slowly. I had a dark maple dresser with an oval mirror almost directly across from my bed so when I rose in the morning, the first thing I saw was myself. It was always a surprise to see that I had not changed during the night, that my face was still formed the same way (too round and full of baby fat), my eyes were still hazel and my hair was still a dull dark brown. In dreams I had oozed off my bones and dripped into the floor. Only a skeleton remained. I guess that signified my desire to completely disappear. At least that was what Doctor Marlowe suggested at an earlier session.

I slept in a rather heavy cotton nightgown, even during the summer. Mother wouldn't permit me to own anything flimsy and certainly not anything sheer. Daddy tried to buy me some more feminine nighties and even gave me one for a birthday present once, but my mother accidentally ruined it in the washing machine. I cried about it.

"Why," she would ask, "does a woman, especially a young girl or an unmarried woman, have to look attractive to go to sleep? It's not a social event. Pretty things aren't important for that; practical things are, and spending money on frilly, silly garments for sleep is a waste.

"It's also bad for sleep," she insisted, "to stir yourself up with narcissistic thoughts. You shouldn't dwell on your appearance just before you lay down to rest. It fills your head with nasty things," she assured me.

If my daddy heard her say these things, he would laugh and shake his head, but one look from her would send him fleeing to the safety and the silence of his books and newspapers, many of which she didn't approve.

When I was a little girl, I would sit and watch her look through magazines and shake her head and take a black magic marker to advertisements she thought were too suggestive or sexy. She was the stern censor, perusing all print materials, checking television programs, and even going through my schoolbooks to be sure nothing provocative was in them. She once cut illustrations out of my science text. Many times she phoned the school and had angry conversations with my teachers. She wrote letters to the administrators. I was always embarrassed about it, but I never dared say so.

Yawning and stretching as if I were sliding into my body, I finally slipped my feet into my fur-lined leather slippers and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I know I was moving much slower than usual. A part of me didn't want to leave the room, but that was one of the reasons I had been seeing Doctor Marlowe in the first place: my desire to withdraw and become even more of an introvert than I was before...before it all happened or, to be more accurate, before it was all revealed. When you can lie to yourself, you can hide behind a mask and go out into the world. You don't feel as naked nor as exposed.

I wasn't sure what I would wear today. Since it was my day in the center of the circle, I thought I should look better dressed, although Misty certainly didn't dress up for her day or any day thereafter. Still, I thought I might feel a little better about myself if I did. Unfortunately, my favorite dress was too tight around my shoulders and my chest. The only reason my mother hadn't cut it up for rags was she hadn't seen me in it for some time. What I chose instead was a one-piece, dark-brown cotton dress with an empire waist.

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Cat (Wildflowers Series #4) 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 23 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A small den near the Sparring Tower. Inside, there are weapons, such as dog teeth, rabbit claws, badger teeth, and more. There are also poisonous berries nearby, so use them how you see fit.
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Nene981632 More than 1 year ago
I was shocked at the ending
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is an awe inspiring book along with the first 3 books in V.C. Andrew's Wildflowers series. A must read, although not recommended for children under 17, or have an adult review it first.
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lilmudduckmuffineater More than 1 year ago
It was an OK book if you get too bored. I would rate it not for kids unger 16. It kinda made me a lil uncomfortable to read,and that's weird for me. But once I start a book I will finish it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is one of the most suspenseful and exciting stories i have ever read. The other series are good too but this one is the best.So full of drama. This was a book that i could not put down for one second. It was a real nail biter.It was a really twisted book but overall it was really good.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the one book of V.C's line in which the main character isn't beautiful and perfect! EVERY other book involves a 'pretty' girl who could always be a model or something. CAT is the only book where a risk was taken and we were given a less than perfect character.
Guest More than 1 year ago
it was a great book and explains alot if you have read the other books in the series first but what i'd like to know is how v.c. thought up this stuff. it's so... horrorific and yet interesting at the same time. v.c. and james patterson should get together some time...
Guest More than 1 year ago
Out of all of the great books VC Andrews has created,this book and the rest of the ORPHAN series is sure to be the best. Despite the fact that Andrews books are all great, most of them seem to be more soap opera than real. This series is a reality based book with the same great twist since Flowers In The Attic. The ORPHANS series is definitely going to hit close to several homes for several different reasons. promise!
Guest More than 1 year ago
it was rather sick by what the father (HER OWN FATHER, well, stepfather) was doing to her but overall it was good. it gets you thinking about people. maybe even your family history.
Guest More than 1 year ago
we loved this book! one of the best we have ever read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It was an awesome book. I loved the ending and it was sad reading this story and knowing that there are parents out there who do that to their children.
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okies if ur going to read(INTO THE GARDEN) u have to read this because its mostly about cat. i think her sister was jealous of cat. and her dad was sick
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was very good V.C. Andrews' books are very interesting and they bring out the memories of life to us college students. Go Harvard!!!!!!! Im not in college though so whatever.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was really amazing. The whole series is amazing. It completely changed my whole life from reading the sereis. I can't explain it its like i finally got to realize that you are never alone in this world. I guess its because i saw part of myself in each one of these girls that helped me to realize and find myself and what i need to do to help myself. I recommend it to everyone who enjoys a good book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
V.C. Andrews is a great writer and I have almost all of her books and this one is a winner!!! I hope there will be more books by this great writer.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Runaway series to me was sappy and quite a disapointment but the Wildflowers series brought back the enchanting power of a V.C. Andrews series. I hope that the new Rain series will be like that of the Dawn or Heaven series. I love twisted tales that make your mind race faster than your eyes can read! Thanks!
Guest More than 1 year ago
well, as soon as i read the first page i was hooked! this is my faveourite ever book, its full of just what everyone likes to read about. i was unsure at first because it didnt sound like my sort of book, but i thought i should give it a go..i had the money!! so i brought it and i have read it 6 times!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. I found it very good and i love all VC Andrews books.