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Please read my last A/N where I talk about Tiana!!!! Again I apologise to my Muslim readers. I did everything I could to make it right and I hope you take my apology xxxx

Lithium - nirvana

Oh I also changed the cover back because some people didn't like it ♡

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"She's not being a bîtch

She's just not putting up with your shît."

Emilia POV

Alessandro had invited Gert and Tiana over for some brunch so in was absolutely thrilled to see them of course.

But I was hungry. Extremely and tremendously hungry because I hadn't had a filling meal to my tummy in a long while. It was all sugar free and salads and what not.

"Your tummy is growling at me, mimi," Valentina laughs and served me my way too healthy breakfast.

"I'm hungry," I look at my older brothers for sympathy. I've gone days and days without food before but this is difficult because it's the same thing over and over again. There's like four days left of this torture but then there's another week and a half of not speaking to Felix for longer than a minute.

We waited a while for Gert and Tiana to come to our brunch buffet we had set up so it was even longer before I could eat.

"Please," I frown to Alessandro. It didn't help that it was the time of the month again. I was worried a while ago but I'm fine now, there was a stage where I had my cycle every two weeks but then it changed to a month. April always was a sweetheart when I asked her to get me some pads.

Tampons just look intimidating. And there's no way I'm shoving a funnel cup or whatever it is up my thingy. I squirm at the though.

"Fine. Just one though," he lifts a metallic tray of biscuit assortments over to me and I pick the biggest one of course.

"Oh my gosh. Real food. Nice food. My mouth is melting," I slide down my chair and flop on the floor for exaggeration. An explosion of flavours and sweetness creates an eruption of senses tingling. I wish I could savour the moment.

"Can I have another. Please! I'm hungry! You're practically starving me as punishment," I like the crumbs from my lips and reach over the table for another biscuit.

Snatching it from my hands. He smirks and takes a massive bite and I gasp.

"This is dangerous! I feel weak without any sugar," I fall back in my chair and stare at the deliciousness.

I was telling the truth. My legs were constantly shaking when I'd stand up and the only thing I had to get my sugar levels up was orange juice but it didn't last long. I was hungry every minute!

Was it possible to lose weight? I felt sick. I really did and I can't even have a few biscuits?!

"I feel ill and poorly, just one more," he rolls his eyes and moves the tray close to me. Opening my small bean pockets (curse the manufacturers for making women's pockets small) and squeeze as many biscuits as I can in there.

I really didn't give a sh!t that they were crumbling on the floor, I was taking as much as I can get.

"Okay! That's enough!" He takes the tray away from me again.

"Can I have toast too?"

"No-

"Please... I'm hungry. Shawn used to starve me all the time and and it was painful for my body," I whisper to him and lean on my elbows to move in closer. I didn't want anyone else hearing.

"He used to give me one banana and that would be all I had for a day or two. I'm in pain. And the banana wasn't even nice."

He was contemplating what I was saying because he was eyeing the stand of cupcakes and waffles with strawberries.

"Take my phone but don't deprive me of nutrients," I frown but I feel myself drooling at the wide smell of goodness.

"It's just a few more days-

"That's too long. I don't feel well because if I eat one more soggy tomato I'll be sick," and smush a tomato between my fingers. Ew.

"No. That's final. It's your punishment," he wants me with a finger.

All of this because I wanted to save a sweet innocent girl from being traumatised. Who's to say Marci isn't bad too?

I felt like crying; I was hungry to the point where I had bad tummy ache from all of the greens. On my period too, the cravings didn't hell at all.

At least I've got three biscuits to last me a few more days.

"Al I'm being serious," I gag as I feel bile rising to my throat. "I think I'm gonna be sick," I run out of the room and into the kitchen to hover over the bin and empty the watery contents.

I was a faucet, it just wouldn't stop flowing out of my mouth. The oxygen left my lungs and whipped me from breathing.

"Em oh my gosh," Blade who was buttering some crumpets, drops the knife and rubs my back.

Nothing else came out but I wanted to be sure so I stayed there for a few minutes until the eruption in my tummy died down.

"AL GET YOUR BITCHASS IN HERE NOW YOU NONCE!" Blade scares me with his shrieking scream.

I told him! I told him I didn't feel well and he ignored me! It felt like I was still living with Shawn again; the constant pain internally and physically is just overbearing for me.

"Crap-

"Yeah! Crap indeed! You see what you've done?!"

"Em-

"I had no idea this would happen," he raised a hand to touch my face. I jerk away in response.

"Would did you expect her to happen? You know sugar is apart of keeping a healthy diet?"

"Don't you dare touch her. I'm taking her out with me and my friends whether you like it or not!" Blade opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out some mints and breath spray but I told him I'd brush my teeth instead.

"We're leaving in thirty minutes, be quick please," he keeps steady and aggressive contact with Alessandro as I back away slowly to the door with a sour and bitter mouth.

There was a bad feeling that I'd be sick again but I honestly think it was the biscuits that I ate too quickly.

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I took another shower because I felt too gross in myself but I tied my hair up because wit takes too long to dry. Then I put on a new white shirt and some loose fitted blue jeans and put my black Converse on. Didn't exactly match but I liked it. I looked rich and intelligent. I wasn't a huge fan of skinny jeans because they clung to my legs and suffocated them.

When I see girls pull them off I envy them. My legs are too straight and have no dimension to them. Plus, when I sit down they feel tight against my skin and I don't like it.

My pad would also make the crotch look chunky and look like a babies nappy so baggy jeans take away that look from them.

"Mila you ready?" A few knocks on the door from Blade draw me to the door where I grab a light jacket. Despite it being frosty outside the cold was enjoyable for me.

"Yah ha!"

Blade was taking me away from the buffet and out with his friends. I hated being a pest to him but staying for brunch would make me feel uncomfortable. Perhaps he'll take me somewhere else to get food because my tummy was still growling and begging for nutrition.

My biggest issue was that I wouldn't be able to see Gert and Tiana so I hope they'll be there when I get back home.

After thirty minutes in the car, I was beginning to think Blade was playing with me. We were at the real tough parts of London where strange men hide in the alleyways for you. Actually, it's London so when doesn't this happen? They wait for any moment to hurt you.

"Blade, where are we?" luckily enough it was still daylight and I could see perfectly fine through the three alleyways I've been through already.

"At my friends. Well it's not really suitable for your age but it's a nice excuse to get you out and eat something good," he jingles his keys in search for an old rusty key to twist the flaky old knob.

He pushes open the creaky door with his elbow and holds it open for me by his back pressed against it. We sneak down a dark hall until I see a single straight white line coming from underneath another door.

"BLADE!" Unfortunately, Josh does his 'bro hug' ritual with slapping a hand in Blade's back and snatching himself away from me.

"ILL BE A MINUTE!" He shouts as Josh was slowly taking me away from my eyes sight.

Okay then. He says a minute and he'll be an hour but it's fine because I can wander around the place. If it was his friend's place why is it so crowded? A lot of the men were sweaty and shirtless and had some kind of wraps around their fists.

Am I in some kind of weird club?

There were a large selection of booths too where people were either scoffing down their meals or just talking.

"Lucifer?" The same dark browned haired handsome guy with a slim frame but tall structure stood before me getting another tattoo on his muscular shoulders.

There was little to no space on his complexion from all of the tattoos he's using to blanket his body.

Now, here me out, I'm in love with Felix but I completely forgot the pretty beast existed for a moment.

"Hey, Em, sup?" I watch as the vibrating needle inks his skin.

"Hungry."

"Where's your brother?" He ignores my last remark.

"With Josh I think," I look around for any sights for him but there was none in sight. All I could see were the bulky men in tight shorts and disgustingly sweaty torsos.

"That's... not good. He's been on the coke all morning so he's not in the best state right now. I'd suggest you'd find. Wait- what are you even doing here? Scratch that, just wait for me him to finish this and I'll take you on a tour."

I sat here for another agonising twenty minutes with my mouth agape on how Luci didn't even finch once. It looked so painful to watch.

The thunder in my stomach in my stomach didn't go away either. I came here thinking I'd be be eating good but I was still famished.

"You want food? I we'll pick you some up along the way. What do you like?"

Roughly, it was like lunchtime now since I skipped brunch so Lucifer took me to sit with Blade and his huge table of friends that were smoking so I kept my nose under my shirt.

"Nah she actually pissed me off. She broke up with me and everything," his shook his head as he took another puff of his fag from between his fingers.

"It comes with the relationship, bro," Blade tried to comfort Josh who clearly wasn't in the correct state of mind. His body was falling all over the place so it's clear he didn't sleep for a second last night and drunk himself to sadness.

"All of this because she wouldn't have sèx with me. Stupid slag." He insults disgustingly. I've just got to keep my cool.

They were all talking about how all women were the same (except Blade who was silenced) and how horrible they were.

"I must've asked her about fifty times and she kept on saying no. Oh and get this, she thought she could cry and shit! Never get a girlfriend who never gives you head," Josh slurs out.

"Don't even ask for permission anymore. They'll always say no so just do it whether they like it or not," a buff with sweat bearing from his chest mutters.

Right because we love no consented sèx right? That's definitely what we stand for and years and year of trauma after. Gosh we love that don't we?

"Right! And they're always complaining and crap like that. Just get her drunk, pal and all your problems are solved," the same guy comments again and there were small huffs of agreement.

Wow. You really have to get a girl drunk to get her to sleep with you? If that's the case then by oh for sure know she'd never sleep with you sober.

"Because drunk girls can give consent?" Blade points out with his nose curled and brows furrowed.

That's true. A girl and boy or whatever your gender is, needs to have a stable and healthy mind to fully give consent.

"Sure. If you beg them enough. They all look good enough to r*pe anyways so who needs consent? Just take it, bruv." Josh was laughing and swinging on the back of his chair.

Let's just hope he swings back too hard and hits his head and never meets reality again because he's not wanted here.

"Oh yeah? Your face looks good enough for my fist," I chomp on a ketchup drowned chip and swallow ignoring the tingling feeling of satisfaction.

"I'm being serious though. I don't know what I did wrong. I asked her to have sèx with me and she said no! Did I do something wrong? She never says no," he was frowning with a pouted lip placed on the whisky bottle.

"Maybe because she said 'no?' Maybe take that as your answer and leave."

All attention was brought to me once again. Why was being around these kind of boys so infuriating for me to handle?!

"Did you see what she was wearing though? She can't say no and dress like that," Josh was scrolling sadly through his phone with his batting eyelashes.

"Clothes cannot speak the simple words of consent." I stand with my strong and deepened voice the showcase my strong feelings also.

"No im being serious. She was asking for like she was reallllllyyyy asking for it you wouldn't understand you're a child," he steadies himself just as the chair was seconds from falling back. He drops the phone flat on its face on the sticky table and swings the whisky around the bottle creating a whirlpool.

"Yet apparently shes got more common sense than a nineteen year old boy that drinking himself to cover the pain. Got the memo," Blade nods his head with his eyes wide.

He's trying. He knows he has terrible friends but he's trying and it's showing. It's crazy how far he's come as a person because when I first came here he wasn't the nicest person to me. Suddenly it seems as though he and Axel switched place.

"Blade, common sense isn't that common when you're speaking to a literal man child." A growl in despair.

Josh swipes through his phone and shows everyone a gorgeous picture of a curvaceous dark skinned woman in a neon orange body-con dress that really complemented her skin tone and striking cheekbones that were jutting from her skin.

"We were meant to go out on a date but she cancelled last minute because she got her period or some weird shît. Then, I'd told her I've never had... 'you know' sèx and she said no! Like darling when you look like that it shouldn't even be an option. Silly brat she is." Josh spat the last two words and poured from his tongue with the bitterness of salt from his heart.

"Yup. Definitely asking for it right?" I question his motives again.

"Did you look at her?"

"Yes. I did. I see beauty. And what about it? And what about it? I didn't know clothes could speak the words of Shakespeare. Tis beauty displayed in front of thou is too baring for one to handle. One must say yes before one must kiss. One must give thou the flash to go." I tried my best to imitate the fluency and art of Shakespeare in my words but not as a mockery, but as a sign.

Josh was failing to understand that clothes could never be the equivalence 'yes' simply because clothes cannot speak. Or they can't give some kind of indication of consent.

"Josh?"

I pull in his wild attention again. He was stretching the side of his neck and rubbing his flustered face before he guns in response.

"Have you ever thought of separating confidence from consent? She looks stunning in that dress we can agree yes?" I use my hands to gesture a reply.

"Yeah?"

"Can fabric speak?"

"No?"

"Can humans speak?"

"Yeah? I think. I'm kinda out of it so I'm not sure if this is a dream or not," he burps.

"What's the meaning of yes?"

"I dunno? What's with the third degree?"

I'm using a technique Blade taught me to use. Split your point up and ask them question then you'll be able to prove them wrong.

"Answer. The. Question." I grit.

"Agreeing? I'm not a dictionary."

Neither am I. I'm just Einstein's daughter. Did he even have children? His kids must've been legends.

"Okay. Now what does 'no' mean?" I speak to him feeling tired and exhausted of this conversation already. I hate speaking to ignorant boys that will never clearly change for anything.

"Disagreements?"

"Exactly. Is she says no, she means no. It doesn't mean she's worthy of r*pe. It means she doesn't want anything from you," I place a closed and clenched fist on the table and standing up to look him dead in the eye as mechanism of attempting to look intimidating to him.

"No one would be caught dead in your bed anyways."

"You're more than welcome in my bed any day," Mr Sweaty chest compliment. Or at least tries to.

"Nah bro that's my sister don't even think about it. Nasty cow," Blade gips into his fist to show how disgusted he was.

Yay! Let's sexualise a fourteen year old girl who's yet to reach the age of consent!

"Sorry, I've got a boyfriend." Where's Felix when you need him?

"Wait you're actually pretty for a tall girl. Aww," the a tanned man next to him mutters and stares at me with a chin resting in his palm. Short to say the least of it.

Erm I wasn't talk exactly, just average but I was getting there and quite frankly, I can't wait to get to six foot so I can stand on Rain.

I was shortly coming up to five foot six but it couldn't come any agonisingly slower could it? Who knows, maybe I'll be a model in the future. I'd love for that to happen. Maybe I can do something more productive and legal than being pushed into my brothers' life.

"That's about as backhanded as my slap," I jump for my seat and reach over the table to try and backhand his with my fist but I couldn't reach because the width of the table was too wide for me to reach him.

"It was a compliment."

"Thanks, but I already knew I was pretty before I was born." I give him a short quick smile and draw my attention back to a lip curled Josh who was dazing in and out of reality.

"Em," Lucifer shakes his head and pushes my chair further under the table just to stop me from throwing at chip at Josh's tempting face.

"Lucifer, you're really cute, so don't make me hate you."

He turns his face away with blush and hides his reddened face in his bare shoulder because he still hadn't put on a shirt because of his tattoo.

Why's there so much... man? Too much testosterone in this room like I was being choked.

"So who's your boyfriend?" Josh asks with a roll to his eye. Who you rolling them at?

"His name is cat food."

The Felix advertisement cat was way too cute for me to handle. He reminded me of the cat exactly.

Blade chops a chuckle but hides it behind his hand. At least somebody understood me.

"Is he cute like me?" Sweat rat gestures to his muscular body. He looks exactly like a skinny boy in a big man's suit with all of the muscle pulsing at his neck.

"Who said you were cute? Is mama telling lies again? Tut tut tut," I shake my head in shallow disappointment with a wavering finger.

I hate men but I don't. I love them but I hate them for some weird reason.

After eating three burgers and wet chips, Blade had enough of his friends and decided to take us home. It was only a few hours before dinner so we still had a lot of time to kill.

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"Felix?"

Our three week break had been broken so I could finally be with him once again and act like I didn't just take three weeks away from him.