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 2: Early Moring Confrontation
It was a beautiful mid-May morning the day of my high school graduation and I could smell the early summer flowers already
bursting alive. The whole house seemed to be full of their heady scents and it made me feel like a princess as I carefully
dressed for what would be my last hours in my high school.
I sat at my cherry wood vanity brushing my hair, gazing out the window at the bright blue waves that crashed upon the beach
only yards in front of me. I could hear Millie the maid going from room to room making sure that everything was immaculate,
Edna the cook banging around her pots and pans, and my brothers Chester and Jacob play fighting in the front yard. I heard
daddy's low roaring laugh and knew that he was watching them make fools of themselves. It seemed to be a perfect morning.
I put the brush down and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a highly attractive girl with long light brown hair that
touched my waist, clear blue eyes, and a flawless complexion. My lips were full and pouty and I had applied a pale red
lipstick to make them look even more sultry. I smiled at my reflection and then suddenly felt a shiver of apprehension
tingle up my spine. I glance out of the corner of my eye and saw my mother Olivia standing there.
"You sure like to admire yourself, don't you Haille?"
"There's nothing wrong with that Mother," I said irritably.
"Actually there is. Pride is a sin," she said spitting the word pride out, as if it left a terrible taste in her mouth.
"I have every right to be happy and take care in my appearance today Mother. After all, it's not everyday a girl graduates
from high school."
"Especially when that girl almost didn't make it."
I frowned at that remark.
It was true I had nearly failed my senior year, but at the very end had applied myself and pulled up my grades. And I would
be walking doen the aisle with everyone else in my class.
It was then I heard footsteps in the hall and smiled when I saw my father step into the room.
"Daddy!" I cried, rising and throwing myself at him as if I hadn't seen him in years.
"Morning pumpkin." He turned to mother and glared. "Isn't a bit early in the morning to be starting in on all that Olivia?
I mean, please. It is the day of her graduation after all. Let her enjoy it."
Mother glared at him and then at me. It wasn't often that Daddy took a stand, but when he did, it usually had to do with
standing up for me that annoyed her to no end. She sighed and her face softened.
"Fine Samuel. I'll go. But please, let's hurry. We have to get going if we want to make it on time."
"Yes dear," said daddy mockingly. Mother frowned, spun on her heel and stalked out of the room, defeated.
"Now Haille, I know that you are planning to attend the late night graduation dance, and that's fine, but please, do me a
favor and make it back home before one. Your mother and I talked about this for hours yesterday. As you know, she doesn't
want you to go. But I know that you'll be my good little girl and have fun."
"Yes Daddy. Thank you so much. I'll make sure that I'm home before you know it!"
"Good. That's my pumpkin," he said smiling as he kissed the top of my head. Daddy then left and I quickly changed into my
graduation gown.
It was a beautiful sun dress. I had gotten last week when I had begged Kenneth to take me to town. I had seen it in the
window and instantly fallen in love with it.
It was a vision of soft pale lilac cotton with slender straps that lay on my shoulders and a skirt that fell above my knees.
The neckline was decent, however not exactly modest. It was v-shaped and plunged slightly in the valley between my breasts.
I knew that I looked beautiful in it and knew that I would turn heads. However, there was only one head I was interested in
turning.
I walked down the stairs into the entryway where my family sat waiting. When I entered, Mother sat up and gasped.
"You cannot wear that! No! I will not allow it."
"Olivia, leave her alone."
"No Samuel! She looks like a common harlot! She looks cheap and used! It's disgusting! Get back upstairs Haille. Go! NOW!"
My face fell. I had just wanted to look and feel beautiful. And now it was all ruined.
Harlot indeed.
My eyes filled and then I could feel the hot tears sliding down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away and softly sniffled.
"Don't cry. Don't you dare cry. No daughter of mine is going to graduate looking so cheap."
"It doesn't matter. I'm not your daughter."
The room was silent except for my sniffling. I had never dared say those words before even though we all knew that they
were true. But I couldn't help it. Right then I was glad that I wasn't her daughter. I was glad that she wasn't my mother.
For I didn't love her. I couldn't love her.
"Haille, please stop crying," said Daddy. "You look beautiful. Go dry your eyes and then come back."
I walked out and hid behind the door so I could every word that was exchanged.
" Olivia, leave the girl alone. She looks very pretty. Just let her be."
"It always has to be your way when it comes to her, doesn't it Samuel? When are you going to learn? She's not the innocent
child you want her to be. Not with Belinda's blood running through her veins. She's cheap and evil just like Belinda. Why
can't you see it? I lay in wait for the day that she turns on you as Belinda always turned on me."
"That's ENOUGH Olivia! NO MORE! You leave her alone. She's not Belinda. And I'm tired of hearing you say such things to her.
No wonder she's afraid of you. She doesn't know if you like her let alone love her, and I can see why. Leave her alone Olivia
from now on. Do you hear me?"
"Yes Samuel, I hear you. But just wait. She'll reveal her true colors. And you'll be sorry you didn't believe me then." There
was silence and then I heard Mother walk away as her heels tapped along the wooden floor.
I stood cowering. I am not evil. I can't be evil.
I will not be evil I told myself. I would be everything that my father had said I was. I would show Mother.
I felt such a surge of pride and love for my father. But it was soon replaced with fear.
Daddy had stood up to Mother and won this time. But what happens to me if she ever wins, I asked myself.
I was afraid to even think about the answer.
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 2: Early Moring Confrontation
It was a beautiful mid-May morning the day of my high school graduation and I could smell the early summer flowers already
bursting alive. The whole house seemed to be full of their heady scents and it made me feel like a princess as I carefully
dressed for what would be my last hours in my high school.
I sat at my cherry wood vanity brushing my hair, gazing out the window at the bright blue waves that crashed upon the beach
only yards in front of me. I could hear Millie the maid going from room to room making sure that everything was immaculate,
Edna the cook banging around her pots and pans, and my brothers Chester and Jacob play fighting in the front yard. I heard
daddy's low roaring laugh and knew that he was watching them make fools of themselves. It seemed to be a perfect morning.
I put the brush down and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a highly attractive girl with long light brown hair that
touched my waist, clear blue eyes, and a flawless complexion. My lips were full and pouty and I had applied a pale red
lipstick to make them look even more sultry. I smiled at my reflection and then suddenly felt a shiver of apprehension
tingle up my spine. I glance out of the corner of my eye and saw my mother Olivia standing there.
"You sure like to admire yourself, don't you Haille?"
"There's nothing wrong with that Mother," I said irritably.
"Actually there is. Pride is a sin," she said spitting the word pride out, as if it left a terrible taste in her mouth.
"I have every right to be happy and take care in my appearance today Mother. After all, it's not everyday a girl graduates
from high school."
"Especially when that girl almost didn't make it."
I frowned at that remark.
It was true I had nearly failed my senior year, but at the very end had applied myself and pulled up my grades. And I would
be walking doen the aisle with everyone else in my class.
It was then I heard footsteps in the hall and smiled when I saw my father step into the room.
"Daddy!" I cried, rising and throwing myself at him as if I hadn't seen him in years.
"Morning pumpkin." He turned to mother and glared. "Isn't a bit early in the morning to be starting in on all that Olivia?
I mean, please. It is the day of her graduation after all. Let her enjoy it."
Mother glared at him and then at me. It wasn't often that Daddy took a stand, but when he did, it usually had to do with
standing up for me that annoyed her to no end. She sighed and her face softened.
"Fine Samuel. I'll go. But please, let's hurry. We have to get going if we want to make it on time."
"Yes dear," said daddy mockingly. Mother frowned, spun on her heel and stalked out of the room, defeated.
"Now Haille, I know that you are planning to attend the late night graduation dance, and that's fine, but please, do me a
favor and make it back home before one. Your mother and I talked about this for hours yesterday. As you know, she doesn't
want you to go. But I know that you'll be my good little girl and have fun."
"Yes Daddy. Thank you so much. I'll make sure that I'm home before you know it!"
"Good. That's my pumpkin," he said smiling as he kissed the top of my head. Daddy then left and I quickly changed into my
graduation gown.
It was a beautiful sun dress. I had gotten last week when I had begged Kenneth to take me to town. I had seen it in the
window and instantly fallen in love with it.
It was a vision of soft pale lilac cotton with slender straps that lay on my shoulders and a skirt that fell above my knees.
The neckline was decent, however not exactly modest. It was v-shaped and plunged slightly in the valley between my breasts.
I knew that I looked beautiful in it and knew that I would turn heads. However, there was only one head I was interested in
turning.
I walked down the stairs into the entryway where my family sat waiting. When I entered, Mother sat up and gasped.
"You cannot wear that! No! I will not allow it."
"Olivia, leave her alone."
"No Samuel! She looks like a common harlot! She looks cheap and used! It's disgusting! Get back upstairs Haille. Go! NOW!"
My face fell. I had just wanted to look and feel beautiful. And now it was all ruined.
Harlot indeed.
My eyes filled and then I could feel the hot tears sliding down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away and softly sniffled.
"Don't cry. Don't you dare cry. No daughter of mine is going to graduate looking so cheap."
"It doesn't matter. I'm not your daughter."
The room was silent except for my sniffling. I had never dared say those words before even though we all knew that they
were true. But I couldn't help it. Right then I was glad that I wasn't her daughter. I was glad that she wasn't my mother.
For I didn't love her. I couldn't love her.
"Haille, please stop crying," said Daddy. "You look beautiful. Go dry your eyes and then come back."
I walked out and hid behind the door so I could every word that was exchanged.
" Olivia, leave the girl alone. She looks very pretty. Just let her be."
"It always has to be your way when it comes to her, doesn't it Samuel? When are you going to learn? She's not the innocent
child you want her to be. Not with Belinda's blood running through her veins. She's cheap and evil just like Belinda. Why
can't you see it? I lay in wait for the day that she turns on you as Belinda always turned on me."
"That's ENOUGH Olivia! NO MORE! You leave her alone. She's not Belinda. And I'm tired of hearing you say such things to her.
No wonder she's afraid of you. She doesn't know if you like her let alone love her, and I can see why. Leave her alone Olivia
from now on. Do you hear me?"
"Yes Samuel, I hear you. But just wait. She'll reveal her true colors. And you'll be sorry you didn't believe me then." There
was silence and then I heard Mother walk away as her heels tapped along the wooden floor.
I stood cowering. I am not evil. I can't be evil.
I will not be evil I told myself. I would be everything that my father had said I was. I would show Mother.
I felt such a surge of pride and love for my father. But it was soon replaced with fear.
Daddy had stood up to Mother and won this time. But what happens to me if she ever wins, I asked myself.
I was afraid to even think about the answer.