I DONT LOVE YOU ANYMORE- Tyler the creator :)

How was your day so far? It depends what time you're reading this actually. How was your day/night so far?

🚨 WARNING: DRUG ABUSE🚨 please don't do drugs :)

How do I make you guys like Felix again?

On with the chapter...

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✨Emilia POV

Emilia Russo, the sister of the 'rich and omnipotent' Russo brothers. I've never been more ashamed to have my last name.

"We can't just assume things, Felix," I was unsure what to think, we hadn't spoken in an hour, we just drowned in the silence.

"HOW DUMB CAN YOU BE?" He shouts startling me, his tall figure towers over my short one.

"How did you know about the dagger?" I ask him nervously. He knew something I only kept to myself.

"I've been following its owners for a while now, and now your dear brother Elijah has it and I need it," he has never been this angry with me before.

"But why?"

"You're really asking me? Your brothers and a dagger don't mix well together, I'm trying to protect people," he gets all in my face where I want to slap him.

"You're really forgetting the part where they're my brothers," I spit out seriously considering punching him.

"Yeah you're also forgetting the part where they're bad people."

"Tell me how," I squint my eyes at him being defensive.

"I-I. Emilia you need to find that out for yourself and when you do I'm here, I wish I could tell you but you're at the stage where you're just going to side with them over everything," he pushes away from me with a salty attitude.

"Felix just tell me."

He shakes his head denying my question, he wants me to trust him yet for some reason he isn't telling me anything.

"Tell me more about the dagger...geez, Felix I would think it's the least you could do for me."

Not saying another word, he runs up the stairs and returns in less than a minute with a book in his hand that has notes lazily hanging out of the edges.

Flicking through the pages, he stops at a very annotated page that was scribbled with messy hand writing.

"Tell me then," I snap impatiently at him until he starting reading the text which is covers by his own writing. I couldn't see the original printed text underneath it but apparently Felix could.

"To summarise it up, the dagger is passed down to each family member but in return you need to do something...something that can get you away for a long time. And before you ask, you can't avoid the dagger. You can't just deny the acceptance of the dagger, you must take it, or you must die. "

What? So Elijah has the dagger and next is Axel? Axel wouldn't do any 'despicable', as Felix said, would he? That's really not in his nature. C'mon, the most violent thing Axel has ever done is shout at me, I hardly believe he has the power in him to do something so disgusting.

"And if you don't take it?" My voice breaks into a hopeful tone that nothing bad will happen.

"You die."

"Die?!" My voice breaks and panics to the point where I feel my heart knocking on my ribs, barricading against them like a fire fighter.

"Yes."

"So...when it's my turn...am I going to die?" I croak out feeling sick and nauseous. Just make me forget again.

"If you don't do what you're asked, yes. But if you do as you're told nothing will happen to you," he runs my hands but I jerk away feeling furious and petrified at the same time. Why does he know this?

"Why do know this?"

"My sister," he gulps taking a sharp breath at the mention of his sister, "she told me a few things and so I took it upon myself to do research. And let me say, I'm so grateful I did my research, without it I wouldn't know... I'm not saying anything else," he huffs standing up exiting the living room.

He told me about one of his sisters, but did he have more than one?

A few minutes later he returns with a

pineapple pizza in his hand, it was caged in a Domino's box where steam escaped the open lid. As delicious as it looks, I couldn't bare eating anything, it'll just come out of the same hole it went in.

"You want?" He pushes the box towards me but I reject it sliding the box back. Food was the last thing on my mind. My tummy bubbled and brewed like a witches pot.

"Thanks but no thanks, I'm not peckish," my soft palms rub across my covered stomach as I heard it growl, not for food but because occasionally I felt an ounce of bile rise to my chest and fall back to my stomach.

"Suit yourself, you're missing out...did your brothers happen to say anything else? About your 'mysterious' memory?"

"No. You see the thing is Felix, I cannot remember fine details, just a glimpse of what happened and I still can't identify what it was I saw. But I doubt it was anything heroic and incredible. The contrary actually, my brothers don't exactly scream 'we're the best brothers to ever live' now do they?"

"You're right. You should eat, your lack of pineapple might be what's causing your memory to stop," his laughs makes me smile...slightly before it returns to its gloomy state.

"Do you have pineapple actually? I'm suddenly starving," I ask, he nods and leads me into the small yet modern kitchen. I loved small kitchens. Though they might be a nuisance, they're very homely and loving to be in.

Not a spec of dust could be seen, someone around here is great at cleaning. Sure Valentina is an incredible woman with a great passion for her job, her lack of height makes it touch for her to reach higher places. Diego and Luca sometimes help her reach the higher spots.

To say Valentina was only like thirty, maybe a little more or little less, she still had the energy of a thirteen year old like myself.

"Pineapple? We have watermelon and grapes, I can't find any pineapple..."

"Grapes are good," I shyly rock on my feet with my hands connected behind my back. Yes, sir!

The soldier in me is just begging for a release. War must be beautiful and chaotic at the same time. The peace part of war I mean, I have a huge amount of respect for our soldiers during the war.

Why am I such a freak? I'm so sorry to the people who have to be around me. I must be a real pain in the porcupine ass.

"Great choice, though you should eat something more filling," he pushes his entire head in the fridge looking for something.

"Cold mash potatoes, you can't go wrong."

His toothy grin looks so cute and adorable. Even though his ebony black hair was over his eyes, I could tell they were gleaming and glistening.

"Felix, potatoes go off don't they? Microbes? Bacteria? Pathogens? Prokaryotes? You know that kind of stuff?"

When I said I wasn't good at science I mean I'm not good at most things, but bacteria is so interesting. Fascinating actually. I love science but I must say, it's all too frustrating and confusing for me to comprehend.

"It was made last week...what's wrong with that?" He pulls the lid off backing away feeling repulsed.

"Exactly my point, dimples."

"Dimples?"

"Yes, I'd say it suits you, you have very deep dimples," I extend my finger and poke his cheek many times. Opening his mouth, he tries to bite my finger to stop me from poking him anymore.

"Hey!"

"I'll bite you," he chatters his teeth together pretending to bite my finger.

"Stop!" I chuckle stealing the container from his and empty the contents into the bin. Smelly.

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Axel said he'd come see me today, but here I was say lonely just like always waiting for him to come. Yet the same bubbling feeling in my stomach wouldn't go away, I was nervous to see him but I couldn't stay away from him. I love him too much to do that.

My forehead burnt with coldness from pressing my head against the glass. You could say I was desperate to see Axel, it hadn't been 24 hours since I last saw him but I still missed him like crazy.

"The more you wait, the longer it will feel. Come play FIFA with me," Felix begs me holding out a control pad in his hand.

"I can't play well, I'm shitter than a bulldog on explosive diarrhoea."

"I'll teach you the right way, who did you play with before?" He holds my hand as we ascend to the sofa where the game was set up on the television.

"Diego...why?"

"That explains your lack of skills, I'll admit he can play good on a lot of games but you can definitely say FIFA isn't his strongest suit," he sets up a new game from the previous one he ended.

"Is that a kinder way of insulting my brother?" I laugh with him.

"Take it how you want, I hate them either way," he whispers the last part in a sad tone.

"Do you hate them all? I've never known why you hate them so much," I quickly pull my legs and cross the on the sofa, fidgeting to get comfortable.

"If you knew you'd understand, and to answer your question: I only ever hated one of them until I found out...enough talking and more playing," his voice cracks at the end as he wipes his nose from sniffing.

"I'm sorry, now teach me how to play the game. I hate football, I never really understood it," I groan to myself.

"Just follow my lead- wait actually I play one game with you just to teach you then we can play multiplayer, okay?"

"Fine by me," I shrug not knowing what to do. His long hands clasp around mine which were glued to the controls. I'm pretty sure I wasn't even playing the game, his fingers that were laying in mine were just guiding the way. I had no say in anything.

Eyes glued onto the screen, I think he forgot he was using my controller for a second, but when I try to move my hands to let him take over he tells me to 'not be silly and play the game.'

He seemed so invested but whenever I tried to move away he'd glare at me and continue to help me out during the game. I didn't know what was happening, I just saw a ball flying everywhere. Balls here and balls there, the game was just too confusing for me.

When Felix would manage to score a goal he'd congratulate me and say I did amazing when really he did all the work. He actually made football entertaining for me. Yes, I Emilia, who has no knowledge about sport whatsoever, found a sport fun.

What was difficult for me was understanding the rules. There was way too many, to top that off, I can't even remember the rules back at home never mind the rules for a sport that I'm never going to play again.

Never, I will never understand how kicking a ball around field even compared to an ounce of fun. When something includes exercise I cannot help but grimace.

"You got another goal!" Felix engulfs me in a hug and ruffles my messy hair. I left it to drip dry and hadn't bothered brushing it.

"Stop doing that," I whine into his shoulder which was lazily slumped, "you're the one doing all the work, not me," I huff.

"You still did outstanding, Em. I'm proud you managed to stay awake through it too."

His hand palms my hair, tugging slightly at the knots that were damp and stringy.

"Me too, I had a serious case of boredom. I felt like I would drop dead at any moment. Is this what you call 'entertainment' in the real world?"

"Yeah, it helps pass time. You'd be surprised to know we were playing for approximately three hours...almost four," my head twists to glance at the living room clock to see if his claims were correct. But my mouth couldn't help but frown.

"I guess he isn't coming today, thanks universe for shitting on my mood. Really, it's amazing," I smile enthusiastically but meaning to be sarcastic.

My stomach dropped in a bottomless pit every time I thought about him. All I wanted was a hug from my big, heroic brother.

"Look on the bright side, you can spend more time with me," Felix's poor attempt at lighting the mood worked...but then I was like a dim bulb all over again.

"Yeah, you're right. Now pick out a movie and get the snacks while I sob over the absence of my cowardice brother," I rumble out standing up, collecting the remote from the coffee table to turn on Netflix.

"Got it, palomitas?" He shouts from the kitchen, his head peeping round the corner.

"What?"

"Popcorn, I learned it in Spanish the other day, you can call me bilingual if you like," he smiles with his chin raised to the roof. Prouder than an eagle.

"Yeah okay," I snort out like a pig scrolling through the movies. It's dry out here on Netflix, dryer than Kelsey's skin, and trust, that's saying something.

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"Regina George is so nasty she makes me want to put my head in a deep fryer. Ugh!" Felix groans throwing a popcorn seed at the television, he didn't exactly cook the popcorn to perfection. How do you mess something up that's so easy?

Stupido ragazzo.

"She's iconic - quotable too. Sure she's a bitch but you can't deny that she's the most iconic bîtch of all time. Let's be honest here Felix..."

"Well yes, and no. She makes me want to slap myself! Don't get me started on Cady Heron, she betrays her actual friends in exchange for a sloppy boyfriend and three lost brain cells...where is the logic?!" He flares his arms, shouting in frustration.

"Leave Cady out of this, can we talk about Janet and Damien? They carried this movie on their backs, I couldn't pick a better duo to ever exist in a movie. Ever."

"Noooooo, Gretchen did! You want to talk about Regina being iconic? What about Gretchen?! She took this movie on her left shoulder," he sweeps his abnormally large hands, which didn't exactly suit his body, over his shoulder smiling and gazing at the television.

"Okay then...agree to disagree?"

"NO! I'm correct!" He laughs and screams at the same time making my quiver into a ball, geez dude. Watch the ears, they aren't made of elephants skin.

"Hmmm okay then."

We'd spent the next two hours watching the second mean girls too, it felt like the creators were just using the game of the first movie, just to have an excuse to make a second movie. They dried out their fame. They milked it, rinsed it dry.

We also quarrelled and fought constantly about who is the better 'plastic' but to be honest, they're only worth the time of my pinkie toe. They're useless and don't have a purpose.

Watching movies and eating dinner with his entire family was a great day to end my sad and miserable day.

"Can we take a moment to appreciate the dinner in front of us, not many have this opportunity," his dad - whose name was unknown - pressed his palms together and we all follow in suit. This is incredible actually, they're so grateful for everything they have.

Tay on the other hand just giggle and thrashes in her chair with pure anticipation for her food. Of course, a headless Barbie doll was clutched in her hands with slobbered froth all over the clothes and body. Sweetly disgusting one might say.

While Felix's mother sat on a chair next to Tay feeding her the stew-like consistency of baby food, an entire buffet of roasted meats and vegetables was resting in front of me. I think I've said this before, but I'm not a fan of different meats but with my luck, there was chicken.

Maybe Luca was right, we should get a chicken so we could eat it. Or we could just get a pet in general. I would definitely have to ask Alessandro for permission, there's no way he'd allow a rodent in the house.

Alessandro. I couldn't even trust him when all these thoughts race through my brain every minute of the day. Confusion and bewilderment was my diagnosis.

No! This break was about me, and me only. This wasn't about fretting over my brothers and their extra-curricular activities. This is about me. Not them. Just me. A break is exactly what I needed and instead, I'm bringing a cloud of burden to my freedom.

"Amen to that," I give a small, late answer to Felix's dad request.

"So...are you Felix's knew girlfriend?" His dad asks profoundly curious. Though he hadn't spoken to me, I don't think he should just assume because a boy and a girl are friends that it makes them a couple. Besides, what thirteen year old has a relationship? Realistically, I believe it's too young but you do you, kings and queens out there.

Food launches out of my mouth and on the plate back in front of me as I choke on my breathes, finding it hard to catch them again. They ran away from me and I'm having a hard time pulling them back.

Felix just stares, eyes open widely with a fist to his lips catching his awkward, silent breaking coughs.

"Mr..." I hum trying to figure out the most polite way to address his accusations.

"My name is Edward, but call me Mr Smith," okay then Edward.

Shouldn't it be the other way around? I'm his son's friend I should get the privilege of calling him Ed or something.

"Well...Mr Smith, I'd like to inform you that your son and I are just friends. I'm thirteen, not at the age where I want to be focused on boys."

"Oh sorry Miss, I shouldn't just jump to conclusions like I did," he chuckles and he shovels the food down his throat. Woah, don't want to choke how do we?

"Apology accepted, Ed- err Mr Smith," I solute his with a cheesy grin tying to cover up my tumbling of words.

"Hope this doesn't sound rude, but you're awfully polite to be a Russo, dear. Take that a compliment if you will, you're the kindest Russo I've ever had an encounter with," his mother places a warm and motherly hand on my shoulder. That felt incredible, I hadn't had a woman touch me the way my mum used to in a long time.

"I'm well aware my brothers aren't the approachable type, in fact, they haven't been disciplined correctly so they come off as...aloof and ignorant," my innocent smile shines through the roof.

"An educated, young girl, I think I like you," his dad sips his wine, swirling around the glass creating a weak, red current, "you have my blessing. Felix, she's a keeper," his poor attempt to guide his son just makes my checks glow red; they scorched like the orange son.

"Dad, we're just friends."

"That's what your mother and I said, then we had children," his deep voice shallows a small hum at the end like it's impressive.

"I was quite the charmer, still am," deepness rumbled with his contagious laugh as his mother and Tay (who had no knowledge of what was going on) were both laughing. Felix and I just sit there, swinging our legs back and forth pushing our food around the plate in an awkward manner.

My guy acting like he can still pull women when he looks like a shrivelled prune. Haha, nice try.

"You're sitting there like you've seen a ghost, eat your food," he laughs...once again Tay excitedly chanters not exactly knowing anything. She's adorable though, it's hard not to laugh with her sometimes.

I wish I could see ghosts, maybe I'd see her again...

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Life update, let me cut it down and short for you, on Sunday when Axel came to pick me up, I was not happy - no, I was furious with him. So I commanded him that I stay for the next week until the holidays and he's says 'that's not fair.' Maybe so, but I was so escalating about seeing him because I love him until death yet I couldn't see him.