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Mummy, Make It Stop

LOUISE FOX

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The right of Louise Fox to be identified as the Author of
the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the
Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Apart from any use permitted under UK copyright law, this publication may
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in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency.

First published as an Ebook by Headline Publishing Group in 2009

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material. The author and publisher will be glad to rectify any omissions at the earliest
opportunity.

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eISBN : 978 0 7553 1911 4

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Table of Contents

Louise Fox lives with her partner and three children. This is her first book.

For my guardian angel and
my three beautiful girls

Chapter One

Louise... upstairs.

The voice summoning me was cold and harsh. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry.

I looked at my brother and sister, who were sitting on either side of me on the sofa. The three of us had been staring at the television, but we werent really watching it; we were too scared. They nodded at me to go.

I wanted to run away. Run and run. Anywhere, rather than face what was coming. But there was no escape, and I knew I had better not be too slow. So I got up and walked out of the living room and across the hall.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see his shadow on the wall. The shadow of my stepdad, George. He was on the landing at the top, waiting for me. I tried to switch off my fear and make myself numb. It was the only way to bear it.

George was a big man, six feet tall, wiry and strong, with thick, wavy brown hair that he tried to control with dollops of hair cream, and a pasty face. As I got to the top of the stairs, his large frame towered over me. He was standing in his usual place, next to the small window on the landing. The light coming through the net curtains made me squint as I looked up at him. I arched my neck to see his face, because I didnt want to look at his body. He was completely naked.

He looked down at me.

OK, lets do the dusting, he ordered.

Without a word I dropped to my knees, and he did the same, before pushing his erect penis into my face and then forcing it into my mouth.

He grabbed hold of my hair and forced himself down my throat, pulling my head back so that I had to look into his cold blue eyes. As he thrust into me my head was thrown from side to side and my eyes watered, as I tried not to choke. I prayed that it would be over soon, and that he wouldnt make me swallow the nasty, sticky stuff that came out of his penis.

I retched and tried to pull away, but he shouted at me to keep it in my mouth and swallow, promising me an ice cream. I did as he said; not for the ice cream, because there never was one, but because I was too scared to do anything else. His body juddered and his grip on my hair loosened, but he ordered me to keep dusting with my hand until he was finished.

Finally, he let out a huge breath of air and it was over. Go back downstairs, he ordered, before walking off towards the bathroom.

As I made my way downstairs I still had the foul taste in my mouth and I felt as if the messy stuff was stuck at the back of my throat. Sometimes George let me get a drink from the bathroom tap afterwards, but this time he had refused.

I could still smell him as I walked back into the living room and sat back down in my place. This time I didnt look at my brother and sister. I simply stared at the television again, hoping that something on the screen would take my mind away for a short time, and help me forget what had just gone on. But nothing could. Nothing took away the empty, scared, sick feeling inside.

I was five years old, and George had been calling me up the stairs like this since I was three. My sister, Tanya, who was eight, and my brother, Jamie, who was seven, had to do the dusting too, although I seemed to be his favourite. Our older brother, Paul, was twelve and hed been sent out on an errand. George didnt make Paul go upstairs with him - I suppose because he was older - but he treated him like dirt.

We should all have been in school, but on this day, like so many others, George had refused to let us go. While Mum was out at work, stacking shelves in a local supermarket, George kept us at home and made us sit in front of the TV - though we were never allowed to choose what to watch - while he called one of us, or sometimes all of us, one by one, up the stairs.

Although George was not my dad, I couldnt remember the time before we lived with him. When my real dad left Mum with four small children, we had all moved into Georges house within weeks.

He lived on a notorious estate in a rough part of Manchester, where endless streets of ugly, grey council houses sat back to back, with only a few balding patches of grass here and there to break the monotony. Ours was a three-bedroom semi. The boys shared the smallest room, George and Mum had the biggest and Tanya and I had the middle one. All the houses looked the same from the outside, but ours was one of the better ones on the estate on the inside. Mum and George insisted on keeping things clean and tidy, with everything in its place.

The furnishings were very basic. The room Tanya and I shared had cream walls and a cord carpet and a big, old-fashioned, dark-wood wardrobe. We slept on old metal-framed bunk-beds, though we had them as singles, not bunks. My hair often used to catch in the metal frame and Id have to yank it free. We werent allowed to put any pictures on the walls, and we had very few toys - just a teddy or two and a couple of dolls.

George had lived in the house with his wife and two children, and when his marriage split up, they left and he stayed on. He and Mum met in the shop where she worked, when he did his shopping there, and when Mum found herself on her own too, I suppose they kept one another company, and that grew into something more. But even though he made us call him Dad, they never actually married.

George, unlike my real dad, was not a drinker at all - he never went to the pub. He would keep himself to himself at all times, and everyone around us knew not to cross him. His voice had a quiet, menacing tone that no-one dared to question, including Mum.

George was quite a bit older than Mum. But although he was only in his mid-forties, he didnt have a job. Im not sure what they lived on, because Mums wages and child benefit cant have been much. We certainly didnt have much money - our clothes were always worn and tatty, and we had to use cut-up newspaper instead of toilet paper.

Although he very seldom left the house, George insisted on dressing smartly every day. He was obsessive about ironing his clothes - his trousers always had to be pressed with a crease, and his shirts perfect. He behaved as though he was going to work and had to be perfectly turned out, even though he wasnt going anywhere.

He ran the house using rigid rules, and anyone who disobeyed him was thrashed. None of us was allowed to speak unless we were spoken to. We were taught what to say and when to say it. We never dared disagree with or question anything. We did as we were told, because we knew what would happen if we didnt.

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