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 Sixteen - present
"If I could wash away all my fear and anxiety, I would. I wish it was that easy, and I know for some people it is, but for me, it isn't. I wish I could tell you just how hard it has been, to just get to here. I want to stop the need for the next challenge, and I want someone else to take the weight of my shoulders, but I would never let you, of all people, do such a thing"
Today is the day. The same day that I had been dreading all week, since I had had that awkward lunch that Ryder had forced me to have, before he had come on a ride with me. Since then, a lot had happened. Nothing had broken through me, from their side, other than the fact that my hatred towards Aria, had grown.
The fact that none of my brothers had stood up for me, against her, when they all knew that they were using my money to pay for the bills that they were using. Yeah, I had seen the increase in water and electricity, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was a call out here, but they didn't work out here, so no one would know that more people were living in this house then what had been registered a few years ago.
I knew that the phones didn't work out here, especially when you needed to call someone. I could text Beckett and Jack, and that was it. I figured that out the hard way, when I had tried to call for help on the few times after my brothers had left, and when it felt like I was dying. The police never came, because the phone never rang.
I had walked Jack home, as Beckett had offered to drop the two of us home, but Jack had said that he needed to clear his head, before he faced his brother at home. I knew he had been buying time last night, as I had slept over, but I had crept out of his bed this morning, letting him sleep. I cooked him some food, and left it in the fridge this morning, leaving a note on his phone and on his bed side table, before I walked back to my place.
I crept in through my window, like I normally would, but I was not expecting to see somebody packing a bag for me, with a cowboy hat and matching boots on, in faded jeans and a rolled up polo shirt. "What are you doing?" I questioned the intruder, as I pulled my leg through the window, and glared at the person that dared to be in here.
"I didn't want to leave you behind" those words scared me beyond what I could comprehend. I wasn't sure what he was insinuating, but it felt like something had happened here last night, while I was out at the football game. Something had changed, and it was clear as day, even in Bailey's eyes. He seemed scared, almost like he wanted to get out of here.
I had never seen Bailey scared. He had always seemed like my easy-going brother, and I had always known to see through the film that everyone put on to show others. To make people like them. I had done such a thing on many occasions. "Don't say that" I mumbled, feeling like the 5 year old me was creeping back into my life, making me want to be pulled into my brothers safe and secure arms, when all my 17 year old self wanted to do was throw the bag away from my brother, and push him out of my room.
