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 Twenty Four - present
"I wish we could have stayed in contact. I wish you would have taken me with you, and demanded that you had custody over me. But, I understand now, why some people do what they do. I understand why you didn't take me, as you had a life as well. We all have lives to live to the fullest, just some don't always get the chance"
The words that Rocky had just spoken to me, as he had alcohol embedded into his clothes, when he knew full well that he had a child and a wife. A child that was not much younger than I was, when I knew that Rocky had started drinking excessively. He had started right before they had all cleared out of the house, which had been convenient.
It had all been convenient. He had gotten rid of me, like he had wanted. I would never forget the way he forgot me on my first day of school, when he had promised he would be there. Looking back on those days, before they all left, which was getting fuzzier by the minuet, as everything blurred into each other, I was starting to understand, that Rocky probably found it hard, with having such a big age gap between the two of us.
He felt trapped, when our mother, the same one I had never met nor had, had me when he was around the age of 17, which was how old I am now. We had a 17 year age gap. Most of the age gaps I had with my brothers, were significantly larger, larger than most siblings, but I still got along with them. We were still civil with one another.
We never said to the other person that they needed to live a little, and to take opportunities in life so that we can move up in the world. We never said that to one another. My mind kept circling back on those points, as I sat on the end of my bed, after avoiding Bailey and Silas, who were watching a movie out on the couch.
I had numerous texts filling my phone, none from Jack whom I was hoping would have reached out by now, as he would usually have watched the bull riding, as it was his past time some weekends that we didn't work or hang out, which was rare, meaning he would have seen me on TV. He would have seen me moving up and on in the world, as Rocky would have called it.
So, I sat here, on the end of my bed, after bluffing to my brothers that I was too tired for the movie night I had promised that I had wanted, when all I wanted was time alone. Time alone from the people that were invading my space once again. I had grown up with only a few people, and now I was losing track of everything.
I could feel how sore my ribs were becoming, along with my shoulders, and also the bruises that covered my shins, but that had never bothered me. What was bothering me, was how I could feel my heart starting to race. I knew that my brain was fighting the haunting memories of seeing Rocky and my dad together, drinking on the back porch, before the voices would be raised, and I would be fearing for my life.
I knew that that wouldn't happen, as I was in a locked apartment, where I could lock my bedroom door, and that my brothers were out the front, watching their movie. But people could fall asleep, and people can break down doors, especially with the size of my brother. Doors did nothing, when it came to grown men, that had been drinking. When people had alcohol, nothing stopped them, not even the threat of the police, or the police being there.
