Child of Darkness (Gemini Series #3) by V. C. Andrews

Author:V. C. Andrews
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Rich people, Adoptees, Teenage girls, Fiction, Sagas, Suspense, Secrecy, Adopted children, General, Domestic fiction
ISBN: 9780743493857
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2005-03-01T06:00:00+00:00

"No. My mother is a very nervous person," I told him, quickly thinking of a way out.

"I'll say she is. Maybe you're better off living with your cousin."

"I hope so. I mean, they're nice people, and they have so much."

"Yeah, I know the company. Actually, the Emersons bought all their cars from my father's dealerships. If you need extra driving lessons, I'd be happy to give them to you," he added.

"For now I had better stick with the formal ones."

"Right," he said. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes. And Trevor. . ."

"Yes?"

"At the risk of endangering myself with the in-crowd, thanks for thinking of me."

He laughed.

"Drop the past tense," he said. "I am thinking of you. See ya."

I held the receiver to my ear for a few moments longer, like someone who wanted the taste of something wonderful to last as long as possible. I had no way to judge, of course. Ami was right about my inexperience, but my instincts were telling me not to be afraid of Trevor, that there was an underlying goodness about him, and he wasn't simply looking at me as he would look at one more conquest.

It was surely times like this when I missed Noble the most, missed the sound of his voice in my mind, the sight of his spiritual being. Had I drifted too far from him, from them all, from my past, from my family? Would I never touch or hear them again?

"All children," my psychologist Dr. Sackett had told me, "have their imaginary, innocent world, and then they grow out of it. I suppose we always mourn the loss of childhood faiths, of that willingness to believe in something more, but it's how we were meant to be in order to function in the adult world," he said.

For me, it was too great a sacrifice and loss, I thought. And yet I was afraid to work hard at regaining it. I was afraid of being considered as crazy as my mother and my family. I was afraid of being stigmatized and forever branded weird. Where would I go under those conditions, and whom would I love and who would love me? How could I find a compromise, hold on to the wonder I once knew and enjoyed, and yet live among those who never had and never could?

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