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 Eight - present
"I had loved her for years. I would love her for years to come. I wasn't sure how she couldn't see how pretty she was. How her eyes sparkled when she saw me, or how they burned when she saw her brothers. I had seen her at her worst, and seen her at her best and never once questioned my love for her. I just wish she could see how much I loved her"
My face ached, but that didn't stop me from smiling at the girl that was holding my arm, as I kept mine around her. No matter what, Genevieve would be able to pull a smile out of me. She could be crying and still smile at me, causing me to smile. She never took credit for just how easy she made life be when it was just her and me.
I could see the wear and tear that the panic attack had taken on her, but that didn't make her any less beautiful. If anything, she shone brighter. I knew everything about her panic attacks, and not being here, broke me. I demanded that Grayson drove me here, when I got the call from her brother, and I was here the minuet that I could be.
I couldn't waste a minuet not having her in my arms, and the moment she was, I took a breath. She was okay, not under the hands of her father. She was here, in mine, where I could protect and love her more than anyone else in this world. I felt dreadful for cutting her out the moment she left for this trip, and if I had known that it would have led to this, I wouldn't have let her go on her own.
I would have made it here, somehow, and I had. "Ey, love birds, we are leaving in the hour" disrupted our moments peace as I watched the food in Neve's hand drop at the nickname, leaving it on the table, untouched. Half of her food was still there, so I coaxed her to go and have a shower and change, while I cleaned up out here.
She was still shaky, which worried me more than anything, but I let her go. She needed to gain back her independence, and I didn't want to crowd her too much, especially in the state that I was in, she wouldn't be pleased. For crying out loud, my own brother cared to much about the state of my face, but this was normal.
I was dishonest and, in truth, a shit son to my father, for many years if we were counting but only specifically the other night, and he didn't like it, and when I stood up against him, stopping his hits, letting him hit the wall instead of my face, he wasn't happy. He grabbed my face, and smashed it into something I couldn't remember, only waking up on the dark, cold floor of the kitchen, as dinner was burning above me.
Of course, only Grayson would casually walk in and see me with blood dripping from my nose and forehead, which I couldn't feel due to the shock, as I salvaged our dinner, only to stop me, and demand I pack my belongings, and get out of the house. I hadn't told Neve yet, but it was in the talks that I would be moving out and not staying for our final year of school.
I had only briefly mentioned it to Beckett, but I hadn't said when. I had only said I wanted to move out, and he had, obviously, offered his house to me. He even suggested to talk to Neve and get her to move in, but I told him not to, because she didn't know. I wouldn't have taken the offer either, because I didn't want to impose. I had done that one too many times now and I needed to stop.
