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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Chapter Fourteen - Present
"You always told me that I was too young to understand the full extent of what you had done, but in reality, you were just trying to hide it, until people found out what had happened and that our father made you cover it. Now, you are back and it is creeping back up on you, and you are trying to hide it from the one person that you have lied to for her entire life"
Shrugging on my denim jacket, I grabbed my cowboy hat from the rack, and then I was following Miles out of the house, while Silas and Bailey had already made their way out in front of us. "Always cleanin' after the shit that Rocky doesn't want to do" I murmured, and all Miles could do was shrug his shoulders at me. He knew that I was right.
We were cleaning up Rocky's mess, that had all started with our father. Our father had never been clean about the death of our mother, putting it down to childbirth, until Rocky had stumbled along our mothers car, stashed in the forest just behind our house. Rocky had had to hide it from us for years, and he only ever told Miles and Ryder, initially.
Word got round, and with our most popular trail running right beside it, it was hard to miss, especially when you grow up having to learn the mood swings of your father, and occasionally your mother, you know when your brothers get a weird feeling that they never used to have in that same area, that had once craved comfort.
Now, it was known that our little sister, that hated our guts, was getting closer to finding the truth. "Why can't we just tell her, and stop hiding it?" Bailey turned around to ask, the dark covering his face that was under his cowboy hat. I agreed with him, but Silas clamped a hand down on his mouth, pushing his head forward.
I had said the same to Rocky for years, and I was always shut down. But this wasn't Rocky, this was Miles, the secret keeper of Rocky. He too, knew that Aria had saddled Rocky down with the prospect of children, even though Rocky had complained about Aria at every single family dinner that we had had since they had met.
"Because this is her entire childhood. Rocky should have come clean when he had the chance to do so. When he found out the truth" Miles murmured, and I wasn't sure whether he was talking to me, or rather to himself. Being one of the taller ones in the family, made this much harder. I would have to crane my neck down to hear Miles, who only reached 6'1, while I stood at 6'4 with Ryder and Parker.
Rocky came to a close 6'3 with Bailey and Silas following suit, leaving Miles the shortest of us all. Even our father was around the same height as him. It didn't help that even our little sister had the height genes, as she was sitting at 5'9, and I knew that she was going to be growing even more, if she was under the right care. She was too skinny, even skinner than when we had left her, which was worrying.
We never should have left her here. Rocky could have looked after her, like he did with the rest of us, but the court wouldn't let us take her. It was the one time our father had fought for any of us, even though he had made it clear that he didn't like Genevieve one bit. He hated her, while he loved the rest of us. I despised him, while the rest of my brothers had mixed feelings.
