Chapter 9

Timmy …………………………………..

he is adorable.. crawling around the house with his big saggy nappy on ..the smell of the plastic pilchards ..he is so damn cuddly and kissable we all love him so much ..i would spend all day playing with him and looking after him like he was my very own baby ..we sit n sing twinkle twinkle litle star .together he loves all the kids tv shows on he goes into his daze like all kids do …so cute to watch ….when we ate hot chips i would put one end in my mouth then he ate the other and we came to the end with a big mushy kiss ,,it was just a fun game we played we all played with him .we all spent hours pushing him on his little car ..and cuddling him all the time

　

..i dont remmebr him much as a small baby ..i dont even remember a screaming crying baby in the house either …but anyway he is here

.he says all the normal things a 2 year old does …saying .ta when you gve him food he loves his cookies …

.after a while not long after his second birthday actulay ……the terrible twos began with him….boy did he become a biter ..a screamer a real tantrum thrower ..infact …im getting very sick of him now…why the hell is he doing this ..even pinching me now little shit ……he wont watch tv anymore and my god he screams all the time ….and i dont understand this at all but he isnt talking like he use to …..gone is please n ta and he wont even sing our songs anymore ….he is falling to the floor in a mazzing tantrum now ….its al he seems to be doing now ..i so fuckin hate him .mums attention had now become full on timmy ..apeaseing him and giving him what he wonted now all the time just to stop him screaming …he now just points to the draw where his favorite cookies are kept .but he wont say the words anymore …he isnt speaking at all anymore to be honest …just this high screaming day after day now …and running he wont stop n sit down anymore ..something seriously isnt right with my brother anymore .what the hell is happening to him ..the house is unsettled we all fight heaps with each other..mum yells at us all …

timmy is reackin havok on my poor little sister he terrorises her clawing and ..pinching at her face and it is all full of sores …she loks bloody awful ..she screams at him all the time ……he sees her walk into the room and just runs for her ….mum isnt doing much to deal with him ..buying him books and toy cars everytime she goes shopping …he is a spoiled little bastard has tripple the amout of toys we ever had …100;s of little golden books .he likes to look at the pictures ……and talk about a collection of match box cars ….

..as my brother gets bigger and older ….not much changes mum goes to many dr visits now and timmy had special therapy now to teach him to play games n concentrait …..if you ask me not much is working ..he is still a little shit at home ….

timmy is always out the front running and pasing up n down all the time ..he is quite the friendly boy ..everyone in our street now knows adam ..he says hello to everyone walking by …he makes many noices too not realy anythink in particular just some moan ..some are fast noises some are long winded noise ….jumping up and down clapping his hands ……its almost imposable to keep him in the house now ….soon as he gets up he is out the front door .and out the front running n jumping around ..his energy levels are just astounding .you would always here mum yelling out adam will you get inside ….he would but only for 5 minutes …my brother began going to kindy …but it didnt last long as i think the teachers coudnt cope with him he needed so much one on one attention and there just wasnt anyone there to give him thta so timmy was disruptive to the other kids …how the hell he was goin to go at school i have no idea ….he cant learn he wont sit ….

when my brother was 5 mum left him at the neibours house .mum had to take us shopping for new school clothes …our school was a good 35 minute walk away threw many back streets and accross a couple of very busy main roads …i would of been about 10 years old myself …so we go shopping mum buys my little sister a nice pair of jeans for school and i think i got some new shoes ….we didnt get clothes often that was left more the type of things we got for xmas birthdays or easter …

..we began driving home from the shops ….thye werent that far from the school but as we got near there was lots of traffic build up ..the cars were moving slowly up ahead but we didnt see why …we were to far back to see anything ..as we do the slow crawl down the road me n my sister all excited cant wait to get home to try our new things on ….as we crawl closer to the schhol we hear mum say oh look thers an ambulance and police lights ahead ..oh cool we all think cant wai to see what has happened ..a bit of excitment going on …..we see a car in the middle of the road and an ambulnace bed stretched out and there putting a person on it …too many people around to see to much goin on i did see a person on the bed waving an arm about that was all i saw ambulance men were in the way ….but as we past my school ……my head begins to feel dizzy ….i can feel my heart begin to beat 5 times faster ..it was beating out of my chest …i feeel strong butterflys in my stomack and i feel a sence of tention and stress ….i grab hold of the car door handle and scream at my mum to stop the car ….i dont know why im saying this but ther urge to tell her to stop was so fuckin strong

i told her i think its timmy mum ..stop the car ….as mum is doing the speed limit she tells me oh dont be silly he is at the neibours house and anyway he wouldnt even know how to get to the schhol …i began opening my car door ..i knew damn well it was my brother ..i dont know how but these feelings i was feeling were so strong ..i was prepared to jump out of a moving car on a main rd with lots of traffic ……i was screaming at mum tears welting from my eyes now i was 100percent sure it was him …..i became very distraught …trying to jump out the car that mum yellas ok ok wait and ill pull over ……….we were by this time about 100 metres down the rd and the school was a fair run away by now …but i jumped out and didnt stop running thinking to my self the whole time …its my brother its my brother ..as i got closer i could stilll see a person on the bed kicking n waving arms around franticly in uttter fear ..i ran throu all the by standder screaming thats my brother ..before i even saw him ..2 of my class teachers were by the ambulance one grabbed me and i just screamed in his face thats my fuckin brother and i ripped myself away form him and ran to the bed i was so frantic the ambulence man had to grab me and tell me to calm down ….this was my baby brother the fear is his eyes was unbareable .i was crying uncontrallably shaking too i gave him cuddles and did my best to calm him down …..i had to give the ambulance men his info and tell them he was mentaly retrded …i could see in the croud that some of my schhol friends were there ..and no one knew he was menataly retarded …but they did now ..my schhol teacher hugged me and settled me down as mum came and spoke to the ambulance men ….timmy calmed down a bit and i went with him in the back of the ambulance to the hospital ………the feeling in my stomach and head was so strong it was like it over took my whole body and thinking ..i had no control over what i was saying out loud at all ……..but thought if i didnt say it he would die …..hours later timmy went in for surgery on his broken leg.and broken arm .his leg was plastered all the way up his leg to his toes ….he was lucky and brough home a wheel chair for a while ……my mums friend didnt even realise he had gone ..she had been crying herself searching the streets looking for him herself …i can only imagine how awful she must of felt too ….but she wasnt to blame …..it appeared anyway that timmy had some how managed to find his way to our school crsooing over 2 main roads .which was a feat in itself as timmy has no road sence ..he just runs and runs and runs ….he got to our schhol and reconised it while running across the road ..with out looking ofcourse …a 8 month pregnant women was driving past ..timmy had run right infront of her car and she hit him ..he went flying throu the air and broke his leg pretty badly …..the women herself was extremly upset aswell …it wastn realy anyone fault ….we were all just lucky he was alive …………about a week later one night we got a visit from the ambulence men to see how timmy was ..and to also organise the payments for the ambulence ….it took mum quite q while to pay it off too ….but that was to be timmy first broken bones …..

　

Les and adam next chapter

most the time he was good an interacted with my brother well ..but there were times .when he was liying in his bedrroom ..and you would here him calll out to my brother …praying that he wouldnt go in there becuse you knew what was about to happen when he called timmy ..but timmy being autistic not understanding and also becuse he loved his dad and wonting his attention would go in the room ….hid dad would grab his small body hug him tight and place him on his chest and begin his playying with him ..first it was a tickle and timmy would giggle lots

it was cute to hear ..then des would get a bit rougher with his tickling and timmy would call out stop …….but he never did stop

he would go harder and harder into his ribs now the knuckles would be digging into his little sides …his stop calling out would become ..cryes of pain as he yells stop …….then it became sreams of pain as his dad took things even further on his body ….. where was my mum ….sitting in the lounge room ignoring her sons now screaming in pain …..my heart would race ….and anger would bulid up .. knowing we couldnt and woundlt dare go in there and say a thing ..listening to the screams of terror now comming from the room ….. i coulnt tak it anymore ..i would place my hands over my ears pushing them as ahrd as i could go .. clentching my teeth together as hard as i can .tears of anger swelling in my eyes id sit ont he side of my bed bending over placing my head between my knees trying to drown out the sounds …..mum wouls casualy walk past the room and call out ..les oh leave him alone ….i fuckin hated my mother ……..what kind of mother does that ……i wonted to get a knife from the kitchen and kill the bastard .mum was pathetic and usless ..never goin in there and ripping my brother off him to protect him ……..what the hell is goin throu her head …how dare she ignore this …my head is throbbing ..my whole bodt tingling in pain trying to resiste the urge to scream as loud as i could ….that would only get me in trouble …….so we had to put up with this ..my brother always had bruises on his sides …….

　

at 4 each night mum would leave and go pick les up from work and bring him home ..but on thursday she would drop him off at the pub ..come home we would have our dinner of mush …and always one of us then we had to go with her to pick him up at about 6 on those nights

　

each thursday night mum would pull up out in the street infront of the pub and make either me or collette go in there and let him know we were heer to pick him up … you opened the heavy door to a smoke filled beer smelling front bar ….was never rrealy crowded well not on a thursday night anyway ….he would give us a cuddle and say hello… i would smile and have to say hello to his drunk.. mates at the counter .trying to get up on those damn stools was impossable …….he then would bring us all a bottle of coke and pkt of chips each .my brother usualy pissing us off in the back seat and he went back into the pub for a further 10 to 15 to finish of his beer then we drove home …sometime a man oh it was sid …would bring my mum her fav drink a vodka n lemmonade in a fancy glass to the car .shed drink and have a quik chat and he took the glass back in…..