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 Thirteen - Present
"My greatest fears became my every day life. You don't understand the feeling of wanting to run away, but not being able to physically do it, because you are not only tired, but your body is screaming, telling you to run, while to stay and patch the wounds"
Tightening my hold on my arms, I blew out the smoke, before putting the cigarette back in my mouth, as I stared out at the backyard of Jack's, only just seeing the back of of my own yard. Rain was coming, and I could feel it in the heat of the air, the thickness that was reminding me of the sameness that I had only just felt hours ago, in the truck that belonged to my brother.
The same brother that I was sure had sent Parker here only about an hour after Jack and I had settled in to his house for the night. Parker had not dared to come up here, and I was more than happy that he was understanding these boundaries. I was sure that it had been explained to him, what had happened in Rocky's truck, hence his distance that we were currently sharing.
Didn't mean that I wanted him here at all though. Knowing that Rocky had done this, escalated things even further. He knew what he had done, as he had been there. He had been the one that had forced it then, and was forcing it now. It never happened when I was little, and there was no way that it was going to happen now. Not even a slight chance.
"You need to eat" were the blunt words of my best friend, and I just kept my knees tucked as my arms were bent in a rectangle over the top, as I looked out to the vast backyard. I knew now, how so much space, could make someone go crazy and drive them away. It had been done so to my brothers, and I was surprised that it hadn't happened to my father, as he had grown up in this town, the same town that I wanted to leave the moment I had the money to do so. I
It would never matter how old I got, but rather the money that I would need to move out of a country town, and into a big city, where I could disappear and pretend like none of this happened. I knew it happened, the abuse and trauma, so I wanted to at least pretend like I didn't have such a thing to worry about all the time.
"Not hungry" I knew that my eyes were bloodshot and my lips were dry, from the cigarette and all the crying that I had been doing. I had wiped my tears, like I had always been told to do so, as I stood up, and walked in silence to Jack's house. He had offered me a shower, which I had taken, and a change of clothes, and as he was showering, I had plastered myself to his roof.
He had sat out here, before his brother had called him down to have a word, and he had gathered some food, which led us to here. I liked sitting on the roof, as it gave me an escape plan and didn't make me feel trapped. I felt like, for once, that I was on top of everything that was festering in my brain.
From the bills I had to pay, to the exams and assignments I had to hand in, then the farm work that had to be done and the shifts I had at the diner that paid for the groceries, while still maintaining friendships and a social life, this gave me a chance to let it all slip out from underneath me, and let me pretend it wasn't my life.
