Sapphires POV -

"Hey raine" I heard someone call from behind me as I walked out the school doors at the end of the day. Turning I see Phoenix jogging towards my figure. "Hey Enzo you alright" I question as he stands in front of me.

"Yh I was wondering if we could exchange numbers you know. Then I could text you, get to know you and all" he asked smiling cheekily. Nodding we swapped numbers and said bye before I walked to my bike where Elias was waiting for me.

"Hey fire what was that?" He questioned "are you okay? Phoenix can be dangerous I don't want you getting hurt again" he looked at me with sad eyes waiting for my answer. "I'm fine Ellie. He might not as bad as you think. I know I only met him today but we had a connection. I felt weirdly safe beside him. Please don't be mad" I said looking at my feet as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. I don't show my vulnerable side to many but it seems Ellie to be one of the few who I do.

Snapping me out my thoughts I felt fingers under my chin gently making me look into Elias' eyes. "I'm not mad Fire. I know how hard it is for you to trust and feel safe after past experiences even if I do not know the full extent. So if your happy then I'm happy. I'm in no way going to stop you from liking or dating him if that's what you want but I have to talk to him before you go okay. Although I can't say the same for the rest of our family" he said smiling softly at me with love clear in his eyes. Hugging him I mutter a small thank you before we both make our way home.

Later that night I had changed into comfortable clothes

Before making my way down to dinner.

Over a month later, enzo, Kota and I had become really close. Just like he said, enzo had been getting to know me better, we had the occasional kiss of the cheek or forehead but never further, I think I really like him and he I. I'm still learning but he and Kota have earned more of my trust than any of my so called family has. Maybe Elias has too. On my way to dinner one day, I clearly wasn't paying attention to my surroundings as when I walked into the kitchen where everyone was as I accidentally bumped into someone. This someone just happened to be Blaze. You know the Blaze that doesn't like me. "Watch it brat" he says while pushing me away from his body. I decided I had enough of his attitude towards me since I got back so I spoke up.

"What the hell is wrong with you since I came back huh. Why are you acting so cold, like you hate me. I supposed to be your sister."

"Your not my sister" he snapped at me. "My sister was happy, always had a smile on her face. You, you always keep an emotionless face, you flinch at loud sounds or when someone raises a hand infront of you, my sister didn't do that" he says as he raises his hand making me flinch. I curse myself in my head for proving him right.

"Your right" I spoke calmly but there was a deadly hint behind my facade. I could clearly see the shock on his and everyone else's face as I agreed with that but I ignored it and continued, "your right Zeze I'm not your sister. Not the one you used to know anyway. She died okay. SHES DEAD. She died the minute dad called me a brat. The minute you said I was a cry baby and that you didn't want me here anymore. The minute my brothers agreed that they hated me and that I was the reason mom is dead.

She died the minute you sent me to that orphanage. The minute you left a 4 year old girl who had no clue how to live her life without her big brothers, without her daddy, all alone to deal with the horrors that went on in my life. Do you know how it feels to be sent away from your family. To feel like you weren't good enough for them. To feel like the only family you have hates you because you killed their mom, their wife. I WAS 4 FUCKING YEARS OLD for fucks sake. And I was left alone in a world where no one looked after me. Where no one loved me. Where I became a slave. You have no fucking clue what I went through while I was alone.

So you right I'm not your sister. I'm not that little 4 year old girl who believes in Santa and unicorns anymore. I'm an independent woman who's been through more crap than you could ever fucking imagine and still keeps her head held high and emotions in check. I'm someone who had to grow up at a very young age, I was a 4 year old who had to learn how to cook and clean. A 9 year old who was bullied for having no family. A 11 year old who had to find a way of making my own money. A 14 year old who had to learn how to live without my best friend in my life. A 15 year old who had to learn how to look after a baby when I could barley look after myself. A 16 year old who had to deal with the biggest loss of my life and a huge change of coming back to the family who abandoned me.

These are the events that made me who I am today. I'm not the sister you used to know Blaze but im still your sister. It's just whether or not you admit it to yourself. I know your scared to lose me again and by acting rude and cold your trying to protect yourself but I'm not leaving again. So stop acting like an asshole and start being my brother again" I rant finally letting them see beyond my emotionless mask, as I let sadness and pain into my eyes before I cover it up again.

I looked to see everyone in a state of shock with tears and guilt in their eyes. If this makes them guilty imagine how they would react to finding out about the starving, mental, physical and sexual abuse. I didn't stay to hear whatever they had to say but turned on my heels and walked straight out the doors and towards my bike before speeding away. I made my way to an empty cliff side before taking out my phone and dialling a number. "Please. I need you" I cried softly.