My Brother Raped Me

I wrote this as I remembered the events hence the child like words. Feel free to critique on the comments. Any critique will be most welcome, as I’d like to improve upon my writing skills

My brother and I where colouring in pictures in my room. My bedroom door was shut as normal as my mum had a headache and my dad was in a bad mood. We were sent to my room by my dad, as he did not want to have to deal with two ‘kids’ as he put it.

Looking at my sisters side of the room, I get a pang of jealousy, she’s so lucky to be out with her friends, whilst I’m stuck in this dingy room, with my brother, whom I despise.

He put the colouring pencil down on the bed, and says he’s bored of playing colouring in, he wants us to play a different game. I crossed my arms in a huff, it’s not fair I think we always play what he wants too. We never just get to sit in silence and colour in. I frown at him, cross, and my lips curl down in an unhappy grimace.

‘Come on sis,’ he says. ‘You’ll enjoy this I promise.’

I stay sat there, with my arms folded, I don’t want to play any other games I think, all I want to do is colour in my book. Why does he always get his own way. Well this time I’m not doing it, ‘no’. I tell him shaking my head.

‘Well I’m telling Dad that you’re not playing, and he’ll give you the belt.’ He says as he gets up to go to the door. Thinking about the last time I disobeyed Dad makes me change my mind.

‘No don’t tell,’ I plead with him. ‘We’ll play a new game,’ I tell him although still not happy with him.

‘Good sis,’ he smiles. ‘I’m going to tickle you now,’ he says with an evil glint in his eye. He knows how much I hate getting tickled, him and our Sister always tickle my sides and although I laugh, they tickle me too hard sometimes and it hurts, more than tickles.

Without wanting him to tell on me I let him tickle me, he doesn’t tickle to hard this time. Too soon I’m laughing loudly, ‘shh Ann,’ he warns me. ‘Dad’s only in the next room, you know that if he hears you he’ll be mad because you’ve disturbed him.’ The thought of Dad coming through silences me through fear of getting beaten.

His tickling tactics change, and he starts to tickle my feet. I don’t like getting my feet touched and he knows this. I try to pull my feet away from him, but he holds my feet in place. He starts to tug on the bottom of my jeans. They’re slightly too big for my waist and they begin to slide down. I grab at the waistband desperate for them to stay up.

My brother has a sly grin fixed on his face, and tugs a little harder. Then realizing he’s the jeans aren’t going anywhere. He stands up, and pulls at both my trouser legs. I fall of the bed in the process, banging my head loudly as he does so. I’m confused and very scared now, why is he doing this?

‘KEEP IT DOWN YOU TWO!!!’ Our Dad yells from the other room.