Giles was fast asleep; dead to the world. He lay still, breathing shallowly, and was peacefully devoid of dreams or nightmares.
He had waited in the corner of the lounge for a long time. The women had left after an hour or so, but his father had been visiting elderly parishioners and hadn't got back until late. He'd heard his step-mother talking to him in the kitchen and had been afraid of what his father might do to him.
His father had not been pleased when he'd come into the lounge and seen Giles' ridiculous attire. He had sat, called Giles over, and lectured him. He was disappointed that his son had allowed council estate boys, of all people, to treat him like this. It was a humiliation for the whole family. He made it clear that he expected Giles to stand up for himself and fight these inferior boys off. If Giles should allow this to happen again he would take strict measures to ensure that Giles learned that his father was to be feared more than the delinquent sons of the sinful working classes.
Giles had been released, to run to his room and change. His misadventure had not been mentioned again. He had stayed in his room, and ventured forth only for dinner; being sent straight to bed after that without even his customary bath.
He didn't wake when Helen padded quietly into his room, nor when she drew back his duvet and sat on the bed. He did wake when she twisted his ear painfully.
"Ow! What?" he asked sleepily, half sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Helen just stared at him silently. Giles flinched when his eyes focussed and he saw his step-sister sitting so close.
"What... what do you want?" he said looking down at the clock on his bedside table. He noticed she was clutching something.
"It's two o'clock in the morning" he said.
"You're not dressed properly Gillian" she said.
"Stop that, I'm not Gillian I'm Giles" he said growing afraid.
"Take off your pyjamas!" she said.
"No, go back to your room! Go to sleep!" he said.
"I'll tell Victoria" she said, and stood up. He noticed she was holding one of her nighties. The one she wore was blue, with yellow embroidery picking out small flowers and butterflies. It fell to her knees and from the way it fell over her bottom it was obvious she was wearing no knickers underneath.
"No wait!" he said "Don't tell."
"You always tell" she said, as she reached the door.
"Alright" he said, and began unbuttoning his pyjama shirt. Helen walked back over to him slowly, frowning unpleasantly. Giles cast his shirt aside tidily then drew the duvet back over himself and he slid his pyjama trousers off under cover. Helen didn't object. Giles held out his hand expecting her to give him the spare nightie, but she kept hold of it.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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