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 Seventeen - 13 years ago
"I had watched you change, through my own eyes. I wasn't sure if you could see me, but I could see you as clear as a summers day. I had grown accustomed to your moods and attitudes that changed when something didn't go your way or plans changed. You formed me, dad, to be the person that I am today. You fucked me up"
I will never become my father.
Ever since my mother had passed away about 4 years ago in a car accident, my father had been different. I had hoped and prayed that he was going to be different, or at least be on path to change the life that he was choosing. The life where his children chose to hate him, rather than being given any opportunity to love him.
I had to stand before my little sister, and convince her that her own father loved her, and that he would change, even when everyday passed, I never had the hope that anything would be different. Because, in all reality, my father had been on this path for a very long time, even before our mother died at his hands, like he had promised me, that night, 4 years ago.
I so badly wanted my little sister to have a father like I had once had, but that image, the same that was staring me right back into my own eyes, was not something that I could do for her. No matter how many times I stared in the mirror and told myself that I was more of a father figure to my sister than my own father was, there was nothing much that I could do to change the man that haunted my dreams.
4 years ago today, he had told me and almost tried to make me his accomplice, in the murder of my mother. On my 17th birthday, my father had dragged me out of bed, and told me his plan. I had tried to stop him, but he had pinned me against the barn door, scaring the horses and myself, with the power that he had.
He had told me that if I didn't keep it a secret, that I would be the one that would be in the car, not my mother. I had then had to watch my brother be asked to go in her car, which I was over the moon when he said he didn't want to go. I hoped and prayed that my father would not go through with his plan, of paying people to kill our mother.
For some reason, he hated women. He hated my mother and my little sister. My innocent little sister, that today marked the day that I would be trying to convince the judge that I should have custody over not only my little brothers, but my little sister as well. That our father was not fit to be a father any longer.
He had never been fit enough to have children in the first place, as an ex-bull rider that had turned into a alcoholic the moment he stopped, should have been a sign. But, my mother had other plans. She had always wanted a big family, as she had come from a smaller one herself, and she had big plans for all of us, but she never got to fulfill them.
Hence why I take one final look in my bathroom mirror, before I am walking away and out after my father, whom had driven away moments ago, to fight for what my mother never could. I was going to fulfill the dreams of my mother, and that was to save her children. She had burdened me with this the moment that Genevieve, and it was almost like she could sense it in her bones, that she wasn't going to be around for much longer.
