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 Seven - 13 years ago
"Make sure you whisper one more 'I love you' into her hair, like you did with me. Make sure she feels loved, and that the two of you know it. Make sure you tell her the monsters are gone, but really, they are just you, her brother, that stands by her, telling her not to be scared of him, the monster, that she thinks lives under her bed, that tells her she is loved, when really, she never was"
Sitting up in bed, I saw my small room spin. I cried, knowing that I was sick, and all I could do was wait for it to pass. There was no immediate cure when you were sick, that took a few minuets, but rather days for it to go away. That feeling of bile rising up in your throat, before settling in your mouth, where you swallow it down for hours, before later ending up in the toilet bowl, rather than the one in your body.
Standing on shaky legs, I climbed down from my bed, which used to have a baby guard on it, but when it was taken down, I felt proud of myself. I was getting bigger, and Rocky had told me so, but Logan had just told me to stop being stupid, while Silas had just laughed with him, before Bailey followed after them, after adding his two cents, of calling me a baby.
I didn't mind then, but I did now. I knew I would be called a baby, even at the age of 4, when all I wanted to be was a teenager. I wanted to be able to cook my favorite food all the time, which was macaroni and cheese, and yes I could spell it, and that I could dress myself without Rocky having to grumble about me not knowing the front of my shirt from my back.
Every time, he would be annoyed at me for getting it wrong, and I would just avoid him for the rest of the day. I didn't want to disappoint him now, hence why I avoided their room, being Miles and Rocky's room. He had been weird lately, but I just narrowed it down to being the bull riding he was doing, the college he was at, and dealing with the rest of us.
Or at least, dealing with me. I knew that I was a lot of work, and he had said so himself. I usually took care of keeping myself busy during the day, like sitting in the top of the stables, either helping the boys with the horses, before they told me to 'fuck off', and I would climb to the top, and grab out the few books that I either read, or the grammar and handwriting books that they had forgotten about.
I usually was just writing over their old work that they had forgotten about, just like me. So, as I opened my door, I creeped across the hall, instead of the room next to me, and opened the door. Ryder and I had our moments, like Rocky and I did. I felt like Miles was a stranger to me, unlike how Parker was probably my favorite out of all of them. Logan and Ryder were similar, hence why they roomed together, instead of Parker, as he needed his own space, like me.
I had tried to convince Parker to let me share with him, when my room gets cold, but he said no, and he wasn't rude about it. He had just said that he needed his own space, but I could go and get him if it was too cold. But, I knew that he wasn't home tonight, rather away on a school trip, which made me sniffle and cry a little more.
