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 Nine - present
"To treat someone with kindness, shouldn't be as hard as it is. To me, it isn't hard, but to other people, it seems like it rips their souls in half. They prefer to lie and blindside you, occasionally backstab you, before they beg for forgiveness, that we both know that they don't deserve, but is given anyways"
When Ryder had followed me down the hallway and explained the situation, I thought he would just leave me to my own devices, like they always had. They had done it when they were here, and they had let it happen for another 12 years after they decided that they were done. But here we were, down at the stables, saying a few words to one another about the horses.
I stopped myself short of asking if he wanted to go on a ride with me and if he needed a saddle to do so, when he had already sorted himself out, while I had been staring at Misty, petting her. I was quick to guide her out, before I climbed up, following after Ryder and Barney, whom seemed to be calm enough with one another.
It settled the few nerves that I had, knowing that Ryder was content with Barney, and that Barney actually didn't mind being ridden by somebody else that wasn't me. It had been a long time since one of my brothers had ridden these horses, and usually Jack would bring his own over, so it was never a big deal.
"Bare back, huh?" my brother laughed a little when I caught up to him, and the pure proudness in his tone as he looked down at me, shocked me. I just nodded my head at my brother, as the two of us found one of the old trails I had used to use when they had been present. I had stopped using it these past few years, and I really wished that I had listen to my mind reminding me not to go this way.
"So, you'll be a senior next year?" my brother questioned, and I wanted to say that it wasn't awkward, but it was. After what had happened inside the house, just mere minuets ago, and I wanted to be alone, made it even worse. And here he was, talking about school like he was an uncle that I was seeing for the first time in 12 months at the Christmas dinner that I was forced to go to.
Except, those types of things didn't happen in my family. My mothers family had stopped reaching out the day that I was born, and she later passed a few days later, which was my impression of the story, while my dad didn't talk to his brothers. I believed that they didn't talk to him, because if I didn't have to talk to him on the rare occasions, then I wouldn't.
"What do you do for work? I know your not big into bull riding anymore" I questioned my brother, as we came to a more forestry part of the trail, and my unease was spiking up. I didn't like this, and I wasn't sure if my brother could tell or not, but he seemed to slow down, but we were only trotting at the moment, so we weren't going anywhere at pace.
