Evil sister’s boots 3 min read

When I was younger, I grew up with my evil sister standing on and breaking, anything she has seen me playing with. I was in to model planes, as soon as I had finished them. She would find a way of smashing them under her heels.

She was 4 years older than me. Daddies little girl. How far wrong he could be.

She always seems to have great pleasure standing on or breaking my things. The time I spent hours doing my homework. Drawings I had done, I was on the floor as she came in from work. I think she had a bad day, she would take it out on me, or my homework. Stood on it twisting her heels around, screwing the pages up. She didn’t care just shouted at me to get out of her way.

Another day I had my football stickers out, I spent nearly all my pocket money on them. She managed to stand on the book as I was on the floor. Walking away with some stuck to the bottom of her boots.

When I was 13 I joined my local army cadet force. It meant a lot of cleaning shoulder and cap badges. I had just finished cleaning them after what seemed like hours. The doorbell rang, I got up and answered it. It was her boyfriend Get out my way she shouted. I did – this was her normal tone. She was all done up going out on her Friday night. New knee-length suede 4-inch wedge heels, short black dress. I returned to the badges to put them on my uniform. One of the shoulder badges was gone. I knew right away where it had gone.

I ran out the door to stop her, It was too late she was in his car. I shouted at her to let me have the badge back. Her answer “You’ll get over it” then she was gone.

The shoulder badges are held on by two short spikes with rubber plugs that keep them in place. I got into big trouble that night and had to say it fell off on the way to the cadet hut.

I spent the night awake listening for her to return home but she didn’t return until noon the next day. When she did, she just flopped in the living room chair. She sat there dangling and lifting her boot as if to say look your badge is still stuck to my boot.

She could see I was trying to look, I could just make it out. She quickly lifted and lowered her boots. She unzipped them and threw them down by her chair. I was speechless I couldn’t say a thing. I just wanted to lift her boot to see if it was there. She got up and left the room, this was my chance to get my badge back. I knew it would be damaged but it might be ok.

I just picked up her boots but didn’t get a chance to do anything. She was back shouting at me to put her boots down. With that, she grabbed them and off to her room. I didn’t see her again that day until her boyfriend arrived, to take her out again. She had her new boots on again, she said I was never going to see my badge again. She gave me a smirk as she left, she knew. I didn’t see or hear her come back.

A couple of days went by. She had gone out I went into her room. The boots were in the corner. I looked at the soles there was my badge still there badly worn away. It was made of brass. I don’t know why I just left it there, I liked it. It didn’t seem to matter. From then on I always left things about hoping she would stand on and crush my things. I don’t think she knew I got a kick out of her standing on and breaking my things. I’ve never told her. This went on for years until she moved out.