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 Seven - present
"You always taught me, that no matter what, family comes back for family. I had to wait 12 years for all of you to come back, but you did. So, here we stand before you, only months apart from when you last departed. Family sticks together, Rocky. Family is family"
Anxiety is gripping at my throat as Ryder pulls into a driveway that I am unknown to, as Bailey and Logan do the same beside us. I feel guilt, that Miles is not here, and almost as if we are betraying him by not saying anything, but I knew that Ryder had messaged him, to update him on our delayed return to his place, and the why. The reason why we would be delayed.
To save a brother that may have never saved us, but needed us now. From the few words my brothers had spoken about him due to his absence presence, he had been a provider. He may have been tough, but he had been a barrier for most of us, between our father and us. The two of us may have never gotten along, and Silas may not say it, but something happened while him and Bailey stayed with him.
Through all of the bad, he had been a good brother, underneath it all. Even though the bad memories may be stronger than the good, there is a good brother in there. There is a good person in Rocky, and I know by standing at his front door, watching Ryder try the lock, he needs to be saved. He needs help, and I am willing to give it to him.
I stay in between Silas and Bailey, Silas keeping an arm slung around my shoulders as I bite down on my fingers, I am truly worried for my brother. Ryder can't get the door to open, so he takes to kicking it down. Logan is quick to his aid, the two of them eventually breaking the door down. The two rush in, demanding that we stay, but I can't.
I fight it, and I truly do, but the shouts are louder than what they were when we arrived, as they had quietened when we had appeared, but now that there were more bodies in the house, it was getting louder. I looked to each of my brothers, knowing they wanted to go in there, but something was holding them back. Something that wasn't holding me back anymore.
Silas reaches for me as soon as I am out of his reach, which is only a step forward, but I don't turn back. His fingers graze mine, only enough to squeeze them in reassurance. I know whatever trauma is holding them back, is not enough to stop me from entering this home that it has for them. I don't dare to look back at their faces, knowing it would stop me.
I rush into the house, following the noise, already finding it in the kitchen. This wasn't where it had sounded on the phone, but it doesn't matter. I can see Aria, manically standing there with a knife in her hand, as she stands in front of Rocky and his son, pointing it to Ryder and Logan. I hear a car pull up in the driveway, but it sounds miles away.
Nobody has noticed me, as I am still cowering behind a couch and a wall, knowing that if Aria saw me, I would be her next target. Maybe she would throw the knife, but I wouldn't be surprised. I had had my far sparing of having beer bottles and knifes thrown around me, that I was sure having one aimed was not much worse in comparison to one that hadn't been aimed.
