Escape Him

Life's tough for an eighteen year old anyway, but when May's mum dumps her and her little brother Joe to live with their, unemployed, thirty four year old step sister Linda, things just get a whole lot more complicated. Having to fend for both her brother and step sister with her small monthly income, and the small amount of money she gets from her birth father that Linda doesn't spend on booze isn't easy. But when a boy enters the picture, things get easier and she's less stressed, but what happens when he leaves it .... Read on to find out.

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1. Chapter 1

 

The door slams. She drops her bags with a thud, walks into the living room, see’s me with Joe, rolls her eyes, storms into the kitchen, opens a bottle and won’t stop until it’s finished. Meet my older step - sister, she’s thirty four her names Linda and she’s a right pain in the arse. She’s unemployed, her fiancé dumped her a month before the wedding and hooked up with some Grinch from his law firm. I’m May by the way, I’m eighteen, single and loving it more or less. Joe’s my baby bro; he’s only twelve but a sensible as an adult. Typically, Linda’s to wasted to make dinner, mums in France and Dave’s dead so I guess I’m paying for pizza. Oh, that sounded harsh, Dave’s Linda’s dad and my step – dad, he died about three years ago, the big C did it for him (Cancer if your too dump to work it out.) He was the worst thing that happened to me and Joe, best thing since my real parents split says mum but she would stick up for him even if he’d killed person. I think he was the worst thing because he drunk every night (kind of like Linda since the break up), abused my mum even though she would never admit it (I accidentally walked in on her when she was changing in the bathroom, saw the bruises) and smoked. I guess he had it coming to him, putting all that crap into his system. Mum was a wreck when he died but in a good way if that makes sense. She worked incredibly hard at her job in the Dentist practice. Studied for her degree all night, most of the time forgetting to make dinner or having a shower. But I guess it helped her because now, she’s super successful in her practice and is in France for two years to teach some interns how to do root canal surgery. Which means me and Joe are stuck with excuse for a life Linda for another year. You’re probably wondering, if Linda’s unemployed how can we afford food and all that stuff, well that’s where me and dad come in. I work part time on weekends, as well as studding for my A levels at the local News agents. Dad sends us a check for about three hundred quid each month, most of which recently is being spent on Linda’s booze but it still helps.

 “I’m hungry!” screams Joe.

“Tell Linda to make dinner then!” I reply, I know it’s kind of mean because I’m going to buy anyway, but if you had the chance to see the look on his face whenever I say that after one of Linda’s appointments with the wine doctor, it’s a picture, he’ always terrified of her after. Probably remembering her dads’ episodes.

“No! Why don’t you!” he retorts

“Well you’re the one who’s claiming to be dying of hunger!” Then I see his face, he looks like he’s actually going to cry so I hastily add, “its okay baby boy, I’ll order pizza, calm yourself!” He smiles, that little cheek! He knew I’d crack! Well two can play at that game. I put on my best teary face and say:

“It’s just, since mums gone to that stupid course on France it’s so hard to cater for you and Linda with just my income and the small amount of bucks that Linda doesn't spend on booze!” His face is a picture of guilt. He says he’s sorry and comes to hug me; I see my chance and lunge forward with my hands on tickling mode. He laughs so loud Linda hears us all the way from the Kitchen and yells at us to shut up.

“I guess I should have seen that coming,” he admits, playing straight into my terrible gloating personality. See that’s my problem, I rarely get a chance to do something good or something that is good for me so when it happens I get all full of myself, it’s my Achilles heel. I guess everyone has one.

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