Lyrical Silences -- The missing story of Haille Logan.
Author -- Melissa Laybhen
Email -- taintedophelia@yahoo.com
Website -- http://fansofvca.homestead.com
Disclaimer: This story was created by me. I am NOT the wonderfully amazing Goddess V.C. Andrews who first brought
these characters to life, nor am I Andrew Neiderman who continued to make them live. I am merely a fan who loves VCA.
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Chapter 1: The Black Sheep
I always knew it my entire life. Even when I was just a mere babe. I knew what Olivia really thought about me. She
considered me the black sheep of the family, the curse of the Logans. And she never let me forget it.
She wasn't my mother. She told me that herself. Practically gloated. I was the illegitimate child of her insane
sister. I was Belinda's child. And in this town, I would have been treated like a "Brava," the half African American,
half Portuguese people that everyone in town shunned. At least I would have been treated that way if anyone knew
whose child I really was. But Olivia was so afraid of damaging her beloved family name, no one outside of the family,
and the family of my father, knew.
Samuel however, was the stepfather than any child would be lucky to have. He was always patient, caring, and he always
stuck up for me. He would convince Olivia to let me date when she said no. He was my savior in this crazy family.
I was a happy child. And a pretty happy teen. Most times anyway. I lived in a huge house, I had two big brothers
(Chester and Jacob), a best friend, and a boyfriend. At least I assumed he was my boyfriend.
Kenneth Childs was the son of Judge Nelson Childs. They were a very affluent family and practically untouchable.
But Kenneth was my best friend. My only friend. And Olivia hated that. She despised our friendship. I believe that she
despised him, as much as she despised me.
We had one major common ground.
Kenneth's family didn't understand him either. He confided in me that sometimes he wondered why his parents had even
bothered to have another child, when they acted as if he wasn't even there. I did feel sorry for him. But even sorrier
for myself.
For I knew that even though Kenneth thought his parents didn't love him, they truly did. He was correct in believing
that they didn't understand him, but that is not the same as not loving someone. It wasn't the same as my family not
loving me. And he didn't seem to understand that.
Kenneth was a painter. And every afternoon after school he would hurry to the sand dunes to sit and watch the waves
breaking, until he was inspired enough to draw. I loved sitting next to him during these times. Even though neither
one of us spoke, that was my most favorite time.
It was when I actually felt free.
It was when I actually felt safe.
Author -- Melissa Laybhen
Email -- taintedophelia@yahoo.com
Website -- http://fansofvca.homestead.com
Disclaimer: This story was created by me. I am NOT the wonderfully amazing Goddess V.C. Andrews who first brought
these characters to life, nor am I Andrew Neiderman who continued to make them live. I am merely a fan who loves VCA.
---------------------------
Chapter 1: The Black Sheep
I always knew it my entire life. Even when I was just a mere babe. I knew what Olivia really thought about me. She
considered me the black sheep of the family, the curse of the Logans. And she never let me forget it.
She wasn't my mother. She told me that herself. Practically gloated. I was the illegitimate child of her insane
sister. I was Belinda's child. And in this town, I would have been treated like a "Brava," the half African American,
half Portuguese people that everyone in town shunned. At least I would have been treated that way if anyone knew
whose child I really was. But Olivia was so afraid of damaging her beloved family name, no one outside of the family,
and the family of my father, knew.
Samuel however, was the stepfather than any child would be lucky to have. He was always patient, caring, and he always
stuck up for me. He would convince Olivia to let me date when she said no. He was my savior in this crazy family.
I was a happy child. And a pretty happy teen. Most times anyway. I lived in a huge house, I had two big brothers
(Chester and Jacob), a best friend, and a boyfriend. At least I assumed he was my boyfriend.
Kenneth Childs was the son of Judge Nelson Childs. They were a very affluent family and practically untouchable.
But Kenneth was my best friend. My only friend. And Olivia hated that. She despised our friendship. I believe that she
despised him, as much as she despised me.
We had one major common ground.
Kenneth's family didn't understand him either. He confided in me that sometimes he wondered why his parents had even
bothered to have another child, when they acted as if he wasn't even there. I did feel sorry for him. But even sorrier
for myself.
For I knew that even though Kenneth thought his parents didn't love him, they truly did. He was correct in believing
that they didn't understand him, but that is not the same as not loving someone. It wasn't the same as my family not
loving me. And he didn't seem to understand that.
Kenneth was a painter. And every afternoon after school he would hurry to the sand dunes to sit and watch the waves
breaking, until he was inspired enough to draw. I loved sitting next to him during these times. Even though neither
one of us spoke, that was my most favorite time.
It was when I actually felt free.
It was when I actually felt safe.