Sis & Tb Move In

We have moved house to a three bedroom end terrace. I am ten and a half years old, Sis is sixteen.

I was excited about getting a new big bedroom all to my self. I moved into my new bedroom and enjoyed the space for a whole week before Sis, Tb and baby Jim came to live with us. They had been kicked out of his parents house so needed some where else to live.

I moved into the box room. Great ! The Bast**d is living under the same roof as me!

What was worse Mum no longer worked at the bakery, she now was a nursing auxiliary at a city hospital on nights. Dad also had a new job working shifts at the Coking Plant, across from the coal mine were he previously worked.

Mum and Dad were both on nights.

I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Sis and Tb to go to bed. In the end room on the top of the landing came a crack and then crying, then quite. O good they have gone to bed. I get undressed and snuggle down to sleep. There's a creak on the landing! good he's just going for a wee. More talking, Sis starts crying again.

Next morning Sis comes down stairs to make Jim's bottle. I ask if she is ok? Yes! I tripped last night and banged my face. She had a black eye and a swollen lip.

The next night followed in a similar manor. talking crying and the nothing.

All quite until I feel a hand over my mouth! He grabs my hair and threatens me, I tell him to go and I'm going to shout Angie. You do he says and I will kill her,and you know I can. After seeing what he had done the night before I had no reason not to believe him. He left me there crying into my pillow.

Dad hadn't see Sis for a couple of days mainly because he would come in form work get his breakfast and go strait to bed.

Sis and Jim stayed in the bedroom nearly all day, only coming down to make the baby a bottle or get him some food. This was the norm they stayed in the bedroom all day when our parent were at home.

It's a school day, when I get home Sis is up set and waiting for me.

Dad has gone to work mum is out at her friends then going strait on to work. The Bast**d had gone to the pub with his mates and doesn't com home until midnight the next day.

Sis told me that dad had tried to throw Tb out and she had not let him. Mum had been on her side and told Dad to leave him. Dad had said no one was going to hit his daughter! Sis told Dad it was an accident and she had fell. Dad gave in and went to work.

I wish Dad had had a bit more back bone. I loved him so much, but he was so easily over powered by my mum and didn't like to upset Sis.

A few days pass may be a week or so, its a week day not sure what day. Tb and Sis come down stairs and give me the baby to hold. We are just nipping across to the shops watch Jim. This was just as I got in from school around 3:30-4: pm. 6:30 no sign of them, mum had got up about an hour earlier and now setting off to work. Dad was at work and wasn't due back until around 10pm. I made Jim a bottle, I never made one before so had to read the label.

8pm no sign of Sis.

I changed the baby's nappy and put him to bed.

10pm Dad rang and said he had to stay at work and to do a double one. In other words, to say and do another shift on top of what he had just done, he would be back around 6:30 the next morning.

I had to get up in the night to change Jim and give him a bottle. Then the alarm went off for school. I had had Jim in bed with me all night as he wouldn't settle. Still no Sis? I was very tired and didn't know what to do. I went in to my parents room Dad had come in unaware that I had been looking after the baby since yesterday tea time. Dad looked bang out there was no way I wanted to wake him. Mum should be in soon, but she was a little late as she stayed in town to buy some new shoes I think or some thing like that.

10/11 am baby had had a big poo and got it every where, no disposables then. YUK.

I was just finishing bathing Jim and getting him dressed when Mum arrived home closely followed by Sis. I can't remember any fuss being made over the situation and I don't think Dad even knew what had happened. I was just pleased Sis was ok, I can remember worrying a great deal about her.

And such was life on Elm Street. I had no self esteem and hated my life, I so much needed some one to talk to badly.

please note the baby above is not Jim but of a child around the same age.