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 Twelve - 13 years ago
"I don't understand, why you never saw me as a child of your own. All I wanted was for you to see me as your daughter, not an enemy. I was told that you begged my mother for a daughter, when all you had was sons, but yet, for some reason, you can't see me for me, and not for the dead person that was your wife and my mother. The mother that I never got to meet, while my father hates my guts"
"Gigi, get out of the way!" my father barked at me, and I scampered to the side of the wall, bracing myself as my father stalked past, while Bailey and Silas just laughed behind their hands, further down the hallway. I so badly willed my body to poke my tongue out, but I was so fear stricken, that I didn't even move until my father had walked out the front door, and shut it.
"What are you doing Gigi?" someone questioned, as they came down the stairs, as I immediately stilled at the nickname, and it just caused Bailey and Silas to heighten their laughter at me. I sighed in relief, because I knew that my father had left the house, just from the sound of the voice, as I peeled my sweat-stricken body from the wall.
"Getting out of the way" I knew, that Miles did not care a single bit about what I was doing, and would rather laugh with the other two boys at my expense. I thought, that they would have been nicer to me, considering Bailey and I were only about 6 years apart, but for some reason, that made us even more distant. I chose to cling to Ryder and Parker instead, even if Ryder liked to shove me around a few times.
But, he never called me Gigi or Gen, rather having his own nickname. At that, the front door opened, and I felt myself go pale, knowing that it would be our father. "Bail, Las, get out here and look at this" I frowned, looking at the way my brothers practically fought over who reached our father first, when they had laughed at me prior to being called like the dogs that they were.
I bowed my head, as Miles followed them outside, as I knew that he had only come in to get a hat and his boots on, as he had walked out early this morning when their had been a panicked call to one of the horses. I then walked into the kitchen where I found Rocky making some breakfast. It was the summer holidays, meaning that our special mornings were far and fewer.
I climbed up the stool, waiting for Rocky to turn around and look at me. I had actually properly dressed myself this morning, meaning that my shirt was on the right way, and I had matched my shorts, while I had put my boots on myself, but I was yet to get my hat, as the boys had put it next to theirs, meaning it was out of my reach.
When Rocky had added my hook on the end of theirs, that all hang on the wall near the stairs, with a chair that held our boots, our father had yelled at him, telling him to remove it, before he then let loose on me. I stood there, like I had before when I was told to get out of the way, and just looked at my father.
