Genevieve Anderson, the girl that had been left behind and forgotten.
In a town where everybody knows everybody, meaning that no one goes unnoticed. Nobody just grabs a bag and leaves in the middle of the night, without someone seeing something. No...
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Chapter One - 12 years later
"What did I have to do to make you stay one more minuet, one more hour, one more day, one more week?"
The school bell rang, making it my most favorite part of the day: walking home. The place that I called home, was not a home anymore. It never had been. My father was a drug addict, and I was just a teenage girl. That was all that there was to our family. There had never been anyone else but us two.
My father tried, from time to time, to get away from his addiction, but it was his worst nightmare. It made him the person that he is, and that was fine. People are just people. We shouldn't have to worry about one another, but we do. Sometimes, we worry about people for years, and they may not even take a second to look back at you, to check that you are okay, and that's fine because people are just people.
"Hey G" an arm slung around my shoulders, and I knew exactly who the person was. He wasn't exactly who I was expecting, but that didn't mean his warmth wasn't accepted just as much. "Hey Beck" I smiled up at the boy, as he smiled down at me. He was like a brother to me, and I was the little sister he never got, even if we are the same age.
"Fucking hell" was enough to explain what was going on in front of us, causing us to halt in our steps, and look to the crowd that was gathering out the front of the school. "G, stick with me" Beckett murmured, as he held me close to his body. This was who Beckett was, through and through. He had been this way for my entire life, and nothing would ever change. I knew Beckett would through his life on the line for mine, and I would do the same. That was just what siblings did for one another.
Or at least the ones that I had now. "Hey!! Luke! Let's go!" Beckett called for his younger brother, who was somehow not killing the boy on the ground, as I gave him a condescending look, before Liam sidled up with us. This was our little gang, but we were missing one other person. This was the family that we had made, and I was more than proud about it, even though I would never say such words to the boys.
"Thought you guys were going to forget me!" Jack sighed, and I punched his arm, as I jumped on his back, my legs immediately wrapping around his torso, as he chucked his bag to Beckett, who just groaned in annoyance. "You complain about being left behind, but you are more than happy to drop your shit on everyone else" I just laughed, holding onto to Jack around the shoulders.
I could already hear the girls gossiping about me behind my back, but this was all I needed in my life. I had tried to be friends with the girls, but they never wanted to be friends with me, because their parents fed them lies about my family. I was more than happy to not be friends with them, and it didn't bother me. It never would, because I didn't friends to just be friends with me. I needed the friends that I had, and I had had them since I started school, some even before them.
We were family to one another, and that was all that mattered. "Do we have time to stop at the diner on the way home?" Beckett questioned, as he looked down at his phone, his younger twin brothers having already walked in front of the three of us. I just shrugged my shoulders, as did Jack, which was enough of an answer for the three of us.
