The siblings United

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So at this stage, at the age of the 13 i was basically my brothers gardians. My parents were losers and i could not tolerate them yet i still stayed in the house and tried to pass time by looking after my brothers and playing with them and keeping them away from my parents. At this moment in time, bearing four kids, 4 boys especially, my parenst were at work during the day and either at the Gym til late noon or Drinking at the pub with random strangers and returing home, in a stage worser than the 5 o'clock shadow. My mom usually trained from the early morning before going to work, so i was left with the job of packing my brothers lunch since my dad was refusing to pay for the dinner money at my brothers school.  It was a tough job, which ended me coming to school late most of the time, however the excuse i would give was that 'how do you expect me to get here, when i live on the other side of London?'. This wasn't a valuable excuse as yes i did live on the other side of London, but the Tube would get me there in under 15 min.

I hadn't had any serious work in school, such as exams so i wasn't really bothered that i wasn't revising at home or doing any of my homework. If i was issued any detentions i would persuade my teachers to let do them during the lunch period, so that i could get home in time to cater for my brothers. I left it to the eldest of the 3 brothers to ensure that they all made it home safe. For this i would alloe extra TV time, however sometimes if my parents were home early, they would kick him off the sofa, and i mean literaly grab him by the scruff of his collars, throw him on the floor and then kick him to get out. I would stand outside and then as soon as my parents shut the backroom door, pick him up, clean the graze and tell him that they were just Bullies with amazing kids and that he was my best brother. He would sniff back the tears and i would tell him that because he was so brave, i'll give him a piece of 'The chocolate'. 'The chocolate' was my secrect stash of chocolates that i bought on the way home from school, and i have been collecting them since i was 10. He would gladly accept it and we would go upstairs were my other 2 brother would be playing with the action figures i had found in the next door neighbours skip.

This happened about twice every month, and as each motnth passed my brothers would understand they wern't real parents. I just hoped that they didnt tell their school mates, because i don't want to end up in a childrens care home with out my brothers and them ending up somewhere were i couldn't keep an eye on them and support them when they needed help.

We lived in a 2 bedroom flat, so it was my parents in one room and us children in the other. As we kept ourselves to ourselves my parents got more and more carried away. This time however it was back to the drugs.

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