All that I have ever known is that it has always been Steve and I as older brother and little sister who has always cared for me and I have always been the youngest, but apparently Steve and I now have a younger spoiled four year old bratty half- sister with Daddy's former girlfriend that I remember I didn't like as she had been real mean to me who has two other daughters where one is going to be in the same grade as me, so now I am no longer going to be the adorable baby sister that Steve has always claimed me to be, it's now this little brat that I don't even want to have as a sister who is already taking over my place in the family.

Though I haven't exactly told my brother how I really felt about having a new little sister yet, not wanting him to think of me as a brat myself as Steve already has his own issues with Daddy moving his old girlfriend, who was never kind to us, and her spoiled daughters into our home who has already seemed to have replaced me with his new daughter and I already have to share Steve with Soda and his girlfriend, I don't want to have to share my brother with this new sister as she was just going to take him away from me.

I do know that I can't always get what I want in life as Steve is always telling me that sometimes you need to do things that you don't want to do and that is just a part of life and need to live with it, but I just don't want to have to share Steve with her; he is my brother and I hardly get any time with him anymore as it is and if this new sister comes, she is just going to take my place as his new favorite little sister and throw me aside like Daddy and everyone else has done to me and even though I don't want things to change, nothing is ever going to be the same and I know that there is nothing I can do that will change that.

I was currently not on speaking terms with my older brother though he doesn't know it yet, having temporarily locked myself in my bedroom though I hardly ever sleep in my room anymore as I usually sleep in with Steve most nights as I get terrible night terrors because of Momma's abandonment of us and Steve keeps my night terrors away as I always feel safe when he was with me, since moving back in with Daddy three years ago unless I was trying to avoid Steve when I was upset with him about something and my brother hates when I am mad at him though still doesn't know that I am upset with him yet.

I was avoiding my brother while it was still actually considered my room and still have some privacy though I do still have my treehouse that Steve had built for me to hide in as Daddy was turning my room into a new bedroom for the three girls and was too small for all of us to share and I didn't want to share a room with them anyway, so I was going to be sharing a room with my big brother again who isn't exactly happy about having to share with me again and has been in a serious bad mood because of it, though Steve tried to get me to come out of my room before he left for work this morning as he had called me a brat late last night for not wanting a new sister when he was the one that was throwing a fit about not wanting to share a room with me, but I am more hurt by his words than anything.

I didn't mind having to share a room with Steve again as we had shared a room and bed for the six years that we had lived with our Aunt Devil so I was used to sharing a room with him and part of me was hurt, and even angry at my big brother for not wanting to share a room with me again, but there wasn't anywhere else for me to go and if Steve doesn't want me with him, then I have no one that wanted to share with me and hurts to think that even Steve doesn't want to share a room with me, but it isn't like it is going to be my room, it's his room that I am being allowed to live in as I have been kicked out of my own.

I heard Steve leave hours ago while I pretended to still be asleep when he had tried to get me to come out of my room this morning as I didn't want to talk to him right now, but he just doesn't get it because even when he and Daddy are fighting at all hours of the night, Daddy at least notices his existence, unlike me who he doesn't even bother to waste his energy on and the only time that my father seems to notice me anymore is when he is lashing out at me, but Daddy has seemed to have already forgotten all about me, forgetting that he also has another daughter and I don't want my brother to forget all about me too and my Steve calls me a brat for not wanting to have this new sister move in when he doesn't want them moving in anymore than I do as there is barely enough room for the three of us and even throwing a fit with Daddy because of it, feeling that I was already being replaced.

I heard the front door slam shut and could hear heavy footsteps coming down the hallway that was either my brother or my father getting home from work and sometimes I couldn't even tell as they are more alike than they realize, but most likely it was just my brother as he always gets home around this time though Daddy normally gets home before Steve and it didn't take long for me to figure out who was home when my big brother came knocking on my door as he always comes to check on me before he does anything else when he gets home while Daddy never bothers, but Steve's footsteps aren't as loud as Daddy's are and if I ever told him that he was anything like Daddy, he would probably go ballistic on me, but I know my brother will just let himself in as my door was unlocked.

Steve entered my room and could tell from one look that he already knew that something was wrong with the way that I was obviously frowning at him and whatever bad mood my brother had been in went away, "Ok, what's wrong, Riley Rae," my brother asked me, using his special nickname that he gave me as a baby, making me feel almost close to him again as we haven't been that close recently, at least not like we used to and having no idea where he even got the Rae from as it isn't even my middle name, but like it anyway as him calling me by that name always makes me feel safe, but I just frowned at him, not speaking to him and could see his face soften up some and coming over to sit next to me on my bed as Steve hates when I am mad at him, saying that he couldn't stand to have his baby mad at him as I heard Daddy's truck pull up and Steve heard it too as he shut my bedroom door so it would give us some privacy.

"You mad at me, Rye? Just tell me what I did, honey because Dad's home now and we are going to be forced to leave soon and I don't want you being moody for this stupid picnic that neither of us wants to attend to go meet this supposed half- sister of ours because I'm the one that is going to have to take you home, and I know that you don't want to spend a Saturday night at home because you are acting up because I know that I sure don't, even if this is the last thing I want to be doing on my only Saturday night off. So just tell me what's the matter, my little duck because I can't fix it if you won't even tell me what's wrong," Steve said to me as he sat on the bed that I was currently laying on as he pulled me onto his lap and put his one arm around me, but I was still refusing to speak to him and hurt how Steve was basically telling me that he doesn't even want to spend one Saturday night with me even though I know he didn't mean it in that way, when he used to take Saturdays off just so we could spend the day together and realizing just how much we drifted apart as we haven't had a special day together in months.

I was just about to confide in Steve about everything that I have been feeling lately since he began dating Evie who is nothing but cruel towards me whenever my brother's back is turned, when Daddy just barged in looking drunk, again though that was no surprise as he was always drunk, causing me to freeze up in fear as I always hated when he had been drinking and despite being real angry at my brother, I allowed Steve to lift me up onto his lap, wanting to feel safe, "Why aren't you two shitheads ready yet? We need to go soon to go meet your new sister and stepmother," he screamed at us and could tell that Steve was already on the verge of screaming back at him and the only thing that was keeping my brother from having another shouting match with our father was having me on his lap, curled up in a ball in fear, knowing how distressed I get when I hear them screaming and it doesn't help that him and Daddy can never seem to stop screaming at each other, and didn't want to start something with Daddy when I was obviously already distressed.

"Will you fucking relax, we were just about to get ready. Can't I even say hi to my baby sister who I haven't had a chance to see all damn day without you jumping down my fucking throat and she isn't our fucking mother," Steve snapped at him, feeling his protective brother side come out from where I was slightly curled up on his lap and pulling me close to his side, despite knowing that I was still upset with him, but even when I am mad at him, I still know that I could always trust Steve which is much more than I can ever say about my own father who can never even keep his word, having no faith in him and why Steve has always been much more of a parent to me and if it wasn't for my brother, I would have already ran away by now.

"The little shit is fine and she doesn't need you coddling her all the damn time, how the fuck are you going to expect her to grow the hell up if you won't stop babying her. She needs to toughen up and stop crying all the fucking time and I am sick of listening to it and I refuse to listen to it any longer, besides the little shit survived all summer with staying at home by herself and nothing happened," Daddy said, drunk as I tried not to listen to his cruel words towards me and not realizing that he just blabbed his secret to Steve and know he wasn't going to be too happy with me as I didn't tell him what Daddy was doing, I just hope that he doesn't spank me because his hand always hurts real bad when he does though at least I know that Steve cares which is more than I can say about Daddy.

I was trying real hard not to show that I was crying as I knew it would only make Daddy want to lash out at me more and believes I am better off with shutting myself off from everyone even my brother so he doesn't have to deal with my crying even though Steve thinks different as he hates when I feel the need to shut down and would rather I cry and scream than do that so he knew from one look that I was crying but trying to keep quiet about it as I felt Steve rubbing my back which was his way of comforting me, something he doesn't do too often and to tell me that he wasn't angry as I heard my bedroom door slam when it was obvious Steve wasn't going to respond as he was too busy rubbing my back as I felt myself calming down from Daddy's hurtful words to me, but my brother always knew how to calm me.

I felt myself being lifted up into his arms as he carried me down the hall to his own room that I know too well, having spent most nights in here with him as I always felt much safer sleeping in his room with him and he never seems to mind as Steve placed me on his bed and handed me his own handkerchief from his back pocket, "Not to be a dick or anything but we really need to get ready and we are already going to be late as it is with Dad being drunk, but do you think you can wipe your eyes for me while I go take a quick shower, I look like a fucking grease monkey, "Steve said, trying to get a smile out of me but I wasn't really in a smiling mood just yet so just nodded my head at him while he ruffled my hair as he passed by on his way to the bathroom, forgetting all about being mad at him.

I could hear Daddy banging at something in the kitchen while I waited for Steve to return, probably drinking some more which is not the best idea when he is about to take his family to meet his new daughter who I didn't even want to have as she is only going to take my place in my family, not even understanding how she is even my sister and every time I try to ask Steve, he says I'm too young to know about that kind of thing, whatever that means and will tell me in a few years, and though I have a feeling that Daddy would probably tell me, Steve would be upset if I was to ask Daddy behind his back like that.

I watched as Steve walked back into the room, looking clean and not like a greased up monkey as he put it and already dressed up in a sweater and pants which didn't look like my brother at all and could so see that he was not happy to be dressed like that, but I couldn't help but tease him and I wouldn't be a little sister if I didn't tease him at least once as I snickered at his outfit and Steve gave me a playful glare, knowing I was laughing at him, "I know I look funny, no need to laugh at me," Steve said, coming to my side but I knew he wasn't really angry at me and just happy I was all smiles again at his funny outfit and the look on his face brought me to giggles as he tickled my side which was how I knew he wasn't really upset with me for teasing him because whenever he is real upset with me, he just smacks my bottom but when he is joking, Steve just tickles my side to let me know that he isn't angry with me though there are very few times that he has ever been really angry with me.

Steve stopped tickling and lifted me up before I got too wound up as I was always hyper that would sometimes drives Steve insane as he struggles to get me to go to sleep at night so he hardly ever lets me have any sugar, so wasn't too happy that Daddy planned to take us all out for ice cream this late when Daddy knows how I get hyper and have even been slapped in a face a few times when I accidentally annoyed him too much while he had been drinking which knocks me out of my hyper behavior.

That always causes me to hide in the closet until Steve gets home as it seems that the only time my father has ever dealt with me is when my brother is at work or out with friends, and Steve yells at Daddy good as soon as he gets home and hears about it as he has always been super protective of me.

My brother doesn't like Daddy's methods to calming me down, claiming it causes me more harm than good as he usually takes me to the park to wear me out and Daddy usually kicks him out for a day or two whenever Steve tries to talk to him about it and hate when Daddy does that because that leaves me alone with him again.

Steve carried me back into my room and placing me down on my bed and pulling out one of my favorite dresses from my closest that he knew I wanted to wear, it was simple and nothing fancy but it was still my favorite as I reached over and pulled out my two blue ribbons that I had put aside for my hair as my brother said he was going to do my hair for me.

My brother loves doing my hair and it is something that he has always done which I don't mind as I like when he does my hair too even though I know he would never admit it to his friends as he claims to be a tough greaser who is much too tough to enjoy doing a little girl's hair.

I don't have anyone else to help me do my hair besides my brother, with only Daddy who is drunk all the damn time and there was no way in hell he would ever help me as he prefers to just pretend I don't exist and only likes having me around when it is actually convenient to him.

I try not to let it bother me too much that Daddy only seems to want me around when it is convenient to him but it does bother me even though Steve says I shouldn't let him get to me, saying he doesn't deserve me and if he can't see how much of a great kid I am then it is his loss and he rather not share me with Daddy anyway.

He says that Daddy doesn't deserve to have me when he hasn't bothered to even raise me but there is nothing I can do about it and half our side of town has dead-beat fathers so it shouldn't bother me too much when he isn't interested in anything about me.

Though Steve says that even though Daddy may be moving his old girlfriend into our broken down home, he doubts that Daddy will ever change even for this spoiled half sister when he refused to change for us as it took him six years just to let us come home when he knew his sister was beating us while we were in her care and if he wouldn't change for us when we needed him the most, there is no way he was going to change his drunken ways for her, but I just didn't want to become even more invisible to him than I already was.