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 Six - 10 years ago
"No matter how many times I told you that she hurt me, you continued to force her into my life. You continued to ignore my pleas, for years, yet you have one single phone call, and everyone comes running. Everyone comes running for one another, but you never do the same. But, I will always do it for you, because your my brother. My oldest brother, at that, that was supposed to be like a father to me"
It was another day. Same old, same old. Nothing ever changed in this household. The dead silence was embedded into the walls, as Bailey was walking in behind me. I knew she was home, as her car was in the drive, but I couldn't hear her. I needed to hear her, so I could prepare myself. Bailey didn't need such a thing, as he just walked in past me.
I missed my little sister, even as 2 years had passed now, as she would have been happy to see me, not this silence of knowing that Aria would be somewhere here, ready to creep up and give me her treatment. This treatment that I had once persuaded would make me feel happy with myself, and stop being so insecure with the person I was here, in the city, to the boy that I had once known in the countryside.
She had told me, at the start that it would make me happy, until I realized that she had taken something from me that she never should have. Christ, she was in love with my brother, like head over heels in love with him, but yet, she had taken something from me she never should have. When she was making me happy, I looked back on it, and felt even more disgusted with myself than I did her, with letting her do it.
I had a choice, I had a voice, and I could have told her to stop. I had that option, and I didn't use it at all. It was like I had been swallowed whole. Anxiety rattled through my entire being, as my fingers intertwined with one another. I was waiting for her to come and get me, and I knew I could go and lock myself away, but I needed to know I was safe.
I needed to know that Bailey was safe, even if he found it easy to walk around this house, not wondering whether if you stepped around a corner, you would be taken into a room, just to have someone force themselves onto you. Of course, it was always when Rocky wasn't here, usually miles away so that he wouldn't be able to pick up the phone even if I did reach my phone, after all of it.
I'd offhandedly mentioned it to Miles on one of the few phone calls we shared, and he had walked me through the processes of what someone would do, if they were in such position. I had never mentioned that I was that someone, in that position, because I didn't want my older brother to be disgusted in me, the same way that Rocky had nearly ripped my head off for mentioning that his girlfriend would do such a thing.
That was a new thing lately. Rocky and I's relationship had once been close, and I had wanted to follow him around all the time, but now, I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Every second of the time that I spent at his house, it was argument after argument. It got so bad, that I tried to be here less and less, and I had started to move my belongings out to Ryder and Logan's place, as Logan had just graduated a few months prior, on the outskirts of the city on the off chance that I could.
