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 Thirty Five - Present
"A lifetime of memories; the good, the bad and the ugly, have all come to an end. It is sad, to see the bedroom that hid my ugly scars of my teenage years disappear, as I close the door for a final time. It's sad to see the front yard I ran around while my brothers were hard working, go silent forever. I know someone will probably buy this house and change it, but that doesn't mean the memories will change. They may stay for a while, but eventually, that chapter will close forever"
Standing in the middle of the room that held most of my memories, since I had moved into it because upstairs had become too creepy and the loneliness had settled into the walls, was an odd sight. The room that I had once slammed in my father's face, as now packed with boxes, as the windows were letting the wind in.
Everything but my bed had been packed away, as my only other two pieces of funiture was a dresser and a desk, which my brother had taken to his place earlier this week, with many other pieces of furniture they had left behind the first time. It took a second time for them to actually come back and get me, but it had been worth it.
It had all been worth it, even if I had the scars to prove it, I wouldn't change it. Being on my own, allowed me to be independent, and yes, it hurt, but sometimes, being hurt moves you forward at a much faster pace. I learnt that the hard way, as I pushed myself to constantly be working at school and working whenever I could to earn a little bit of extra cash here and there.
I propelled myself forward, and my brothers helping me to get out of here, is just a stepping stone out of this hell hole. "You ready to go?" a knock on my opened door stopped my spiraling thoughts, and I looked to the room, before the person. I nodded, before saying "I think so" because that felt like the most truest words I had spoken in the last week, since I had watched my brother get engaged to the love of his life.
"Take all the time that you need" Parker murmured, as he stood in the doorway, but I knew my decision. I knew that I didn't want to stay here any longer than I needed to be, and I knew that the longer we stayed, the more driving that would have to be done in the dark, and I did not want that. I didn't want to push that much pressure on my brothers.
It had already been enough for them to cram into this house as it was. "No, no, I'm all good" I grabbed my final bags, and right as I did so, Parker was at my side, taking them out of my hands. Just great, another brother that knew what I had been through. I sighed, clinging to the one bag that I had gotten on my shoulder, as I followed my brother out.
Closing my door for the final time, felt like repairing some small part of me that had been waiting for this day. This day that I had always thought was out of reach, had been just out there, pushing and pulling me in the right direction.
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Drifting in and out of consciousness, I was running my hand up and down Sadie's back, as she breathed heavily in my face, wafting dog breath into my face. I didn't mind though, as I was hardly conscious, leaning across my brothers lap, as he ran a hand through my hair. I was sure that Silas had no idea that I was still awake or that what he was doing was truly comforting, but that didn't matter.
