My Two Hot Step-Sisters 3 (Rewritten)

Stealing

People stared as me and Andy walked through the stores,I bought us some new clothes and ripped the tags off,but I noticed that more people stared at Andy than at me,and I didn't like the way they were looking at her,some had a hungry look in their eyes while others made sexually signs at her,they knew she was weaker,I kept her close to me,suddenly she grabbed my sleeve and pulled on it,I look at her and she's pointing to this thing called a Rizmo in the display window of a toy store. "Andy you don't need that,you have Max" she gives me her puppy eyes and I sigh,I had to spend ten minutes negotiating with the manager because the Rizmo they had in the window was the only one they had left,I just wanted to leave but like I said Andy doesn't have a lot so when she wants something she really wants it,I offered to give him a hundred dollars and finally he agreed and gave me the Rizmo in the window,the Rizmo was pink and it didn't look like much,it was a ball,I've never even heard of these things until now but there was a whole ilse for them and it was empty so there's obviously something people like about it. Andy held onto the box and looked at the little pink ball the whole way to the hotel,she had to have seen it in some kind of commercial or video because she wouldn't have asked for it if she didn't even know what it was,I know my sister better than anyone,she never had many friends and neither did I,and the friends we had wouldn't miss us,all Andy and I had was each other,in this fucked up world people deal with what we had to everyday,it's sad but its the truth,this isn't a fairy tale where everyone is nice to each other and no one ever fights,this is real life,and just because all the Disney movies or other movies have happy endings doesn't mean that's the case with every story. But that's a good thing,cause it shows the readers that just because there's words on a page it doesn't mean all those words are gonna say nice things,and that's why I've never liked Disney movies,I watch them with Andy to make her happy just like I tell her how much I love her horse that looks like a dead bird,to see the smile on her face,she's been through so much as it is the last thing I'm gonna do is tell her the dragon she drew looks like a diseased giraffe,but when you look at them at another angle you can see not what the drawing is supposed to be off but a whole other picture. I'm glad I grabbed her drawings off the fridge before we left,even though the abuse didn't start until Andy was eight she still never had a real childhood,our moms were constantly yelling at her and screaming and laughed as they watched tears stream down her face,but I was always there to comfort her when they left,and because she never actually got to act like a child and half of her brain is probably nothing but mashed potatoes she still acts like she's four,all the love we never got from our parents I gave to her,there was never a day I didn't hug her and tell her I love her. One thing Andy always wanted was a puppy,but I didn't get her one because I was afraid our moms would abuse the dog as well,and no animal deserves that,I mean not human deserves that either because people who commit horrible crimes normally grew up in an abusive home or were never loved as a kid but that's not always the case,it could be because someone ran over your dog when you were younger or you were bullied everyday but you weren't born a criminal. And I was afraid that Andy would turn out that way because of how she was treating Spencer but a part of me was afraid not only Andy would turn into a criminal but Spencer would as well,I know there's no excuse for what Andy did to her but what about what our moms did to her? All anyone ever wants is a normal life with parents who love them and will accept them for who they are but not everyone gets that,Andy was a smart girl and a fast learner. I was teaching her long division by the time she was six and she won a tenth grade spelling bee,but after the first hit to the head she started struggling and it started taking longer to teach her things,she also started forgetting things like two plus two and eight minus five,I had stolen one of those syringes from the vet that's filled with sleeping medicine and thought about using it so she wouldn't suffer but after having it for only an hour I came to my senses and realized that was a horrible thing to do and threw the syringe out the window making sure it broke. From time to time I did regret it and wondered what would have happened if I had just let her finally have some peace but every time I told myself to stop thinking like that and eventually these thought went away and never came back,and I'm glad I didn't go through with it,if I had I would be no better than our parents,instead I just tried to let her know what it feels like to be a normal child by watching movies with her and playing games with the things we had,but when our parents stopped feeding us I had to start stealing food and eventually had to teach Andy how to successfully steal because as she got older she needed more food and it was hard enough stealing food for myself,and I'm not proud of it but it was either starve or steal,and I chose steal. I've been stealing since Andy was four and I was six,and Andy was never picky so I could grab just tomatoes and she would eat them and not say anything,I mean we were so hungry we would've even eaten a dead rat so even if we grabbed something that looked like shit covered in vomit we ate it,if it was food it was getting eaten,our moms never questioned how we lived when they knew they didn't feed us,and they checked the kitchen and our rooms everyday to make sure we didn't take anything in the middle of the night so they probably knew we were stealing food. And Spencer is right,letting Andy use me as some type of sex doll is messed up but she's probably not gonna have sex with anyone else and even if she does she wouldn't remember what to do,sometimes she forgets her own name,I need to start over with her,I need to go back and make sure she knows her alphabet and how to count and everything I ever taught her I need to go back and do it again,now that she's not getting a blow to the head every five seconds her brain might be able to start working properly,it's not likely that she'll learn how to divide fractions in two days like she used to but I don't want her brain working too hard anyway. I'm gonna give her a week to rest and then I'm gonna start teaching her things,I don't know what I'm gonna do about Spencer,I could teach her everything she needs to learn as well but it's gonna be hard because their not gonna be learning the same stuff at the same time,I'll worry about that later,right now I have to focus on getting a job and an apartment,and I don't know how I'm gonna get a job because I didn't graduate or go to college,I should have thought this through.