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 Two
"Don't forget to hold her a little tighter? Make sure to tell her you love her, and that you care about her. Do it all for the little girl that you left behind, that didn't get the same care or love from you. Give it to her, while you think of me"
Readjusting the gloves that I had on my hands, I lifted another bale of hay over my shoulder, before I was stalking down into the stables, lifting the hay bales over the fences of the horses, so that they would be fed for the day. This was usual for me, doing the chores that needed to be done at the crack of dawn.
I didn't mind it, as it kept my body busy, while all the thoughts ran around in my head. It distracted me from what ever else could be going on around me, and let me have a little piece of peace before I had to enter the house, and deal with whatever mess my father may have left me, overnight. This was the only time that I let 12 years of anger be thrown away.
I walked out, picking up the final bale of hay, when I noticed a truck role through. In the moment, I didn't take note of the truck itself, as it looked similar to ones that passed through town, especially those that passed through our home, to talk with my father, but I should have taken more note of the number plate and the origin of the truck.
Nobody got out of the truck, not even when I stared at it, trying to decipher who was behind the wheel, before I just shrugged my shoulders, and continued to pick up the hay, not acknowledging the person. I took it down to the stables, as unease pricked at the hairs on the back of my neck.
I thew the hay bale over, before I lifted my hat off my forehead in the slightest, as I used to the back of my wrist to wipe some of the sweat, calming my breathing, before I was walking back out. I checked that the hay was away, before I was picking up some of the spare logs that I had cut down before the hay had arrived.
Usually, I would have gone to pick it up, or somebody else would have, but nowadays, they have branched out and started to deliver. Of course, it cost a little more, which meant I had to add on another shift at the diner, or I had to make something that was worth selling down at the markets, just for a few extra dollars. I only did what I needed to get by for the week or the month, as I had learnt my lesson for having extra money on hand.
I had money in the bank, that I saved away every week, which would be enough in a years time. If anything, it would be more than enough, to move out of this town, but something held me back every time. No matter how much I hated this house and the yard, there was something that tugged me back, that I knew had not done the same to many others before me.
I swung over the fence, grabbing the axe that I had used, before I slid between the railings, and then marched up to the front of the house, dropping the logs at the front door, as I was sure that my father would eventually move them somewhere. He had gotten better this week, but it was only the start of the week, meaning the week could go south as soon as it had started.
