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 Eight - Present
"To know me, is to love me. To not know me, is to hate me. You don't know me, the girl you used to cradle to your chest, kiss goodnight before you left her alone, before dragging her out of bed at the crack of dawn. I believed your words then, but I don't want to even look at you begging for me to come home"
Summer break had just started, and I was more than ready for it. Not only had it been about a week and a bit since I had received the letter from my brothers, I was more than ready to confront them. Or at least, trek back to my house. Not theirs, mine. Plus, Beckett was going away for about a week, so his family was bringing in some farm hands for the ranch, and some extra hands at the diner, while we still did our load.
While most people left to go upstream for the summer, families like my own, would stay and do the load of those that had left. As I had gotten older and had no one else to fall back onto, I had had to stop the services that my brothers had once dragged me out to do so, as it was getting harder and harder for just Jack and I to do it all.
Many people would purposefully leave their farms in awful condition, meaning that we had more work to do to get it back to functioning, and because of the work we were doing, people would let it get to such state, every summer. People were taking advantages of our services, which was usually paid out by a lunch made for us the day we would start, and some of the services that the house or farm had to offer.
This meant that we would be more out of pocket over the summer, than we would be when we couldn't get anything from the farms during the winter. Most of the time, it was a hard call to make when you had to back out of your end of the deal, because of the way that you were being treated by the owners, but it had to happen, on the rare occasions.
Hence why, as I stood at the end of the driveway that lead up to my house, staring at the house. The house that had had peeling paint around the windows, the cracked railings around the porch, and the few missing palings. Except, that was no longer there, rather a sparkling house standing in front of me, like it had never seen such a bad day in its entirety.
I then turned to the stables, seeing that the same care had been taken, making it look better than I had ever seen it look. There was no way that I had been coming and going for about a week and they hadn't done such a thing, but they sent me a letter I had never opened, before I disappeared for two weeks, and this was what they did for me.
I didn't want to give in, but they were making it hard not to do such a thing. If they did this, this would mean that they would want something back. They would want me to repay for the outburst that I had had about them to Ryder, right where I was standing. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing that they had moved in, but I had grown attached to the state of the old house.
