Baby you look fine as hell today 🚼❤️

Omg thanks for the love on the last chapter and have an amazing start to 2021. I can't believe all the support you e given me omg

Luca has had a software update. I feel like this suits his personality more.

Leave a Light on - Tom Walker

On 🐣 with 🐥the 🔪chapter 🍗

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✨Emilia's POV

"So can I call you my brother now?" I ask Tyrone playing with a coil of his hair, I think I was irritating him but he's just too kind to call me out on it.

Opening wide, he blinks through his shadow and curtains of eyelashes and staring deep into my soul. He's my brother now.

"Sure." He releases a deep giggle as I continued to twist the hair around my finger and then released it. I love how it bounced back up. He showed me how when he pulls it it gets really long and then it shrunk back to its original curl pattern.

"I want your hair," I pout at him and continue to poke it because wit how soft it was.

"Your hair is already beautiful. You've got gorgeous curls," he made me chuckle when he pinched my chin and scratched the top of my head.

"Are you staying over again tonight?" It's been a week since Tyrone and Luca came out as a happy couple and every night Tyrone stayed over because I begged him to.

It was amazing seeing Tyrone for the past few days when I came home from school, he would always give me a hug like he's already part of the family. And he used to buy me sweeties as a treat when I came home.

He would also make the best homemade pizza ever. Valentina has got some serious competition with Tyrone because his pizza is to die for. It's too spicy but I wouldn't have it any other way.

But now school has finished for the year and now it's the holidays so I hope to see a lot more of him. Speaking of seeing too much of someone, Mia must've made the point fly over her head when I bit her.

She stayed over almost every night and she was glued to my brother, Axel, like super glue.

"I think so, Luca wanted me to teach him how to hold a ummm... gun properly. Alessandro asked me to do that too," he looks away guilty.

"Right," I roll my eye to the back of my head and then back around then suck in a breath through my teeth, "guns."

"Yeah I'm sorry, I won't talk about that. So tell me, what're your plans for the holidays?" He drops the subject just as his voice lightens to a softer and gentler subject.

"I don't know. I really want to see Felix and my friend Rain over the holidays but Alessandro is being very difficult and won't let me see them." I huff and cross my arms and then look at the large dog resting in a ball beside me. So my eyes soften.

"What ya doing?" I rock back and forth on the balls of my feet standing in front of Ally's desk.

"Signing off a drug parcel. It's arriving at the border, so I need to sign these to show documents of paying my workers," that's one way to be totally blunt about it.

"I guess it's better than being honest." I mumble and roll my eyes.

"Can I help you with anything?" He asks me not looking into my eyes, he just scribbles a pathetic and scruffy signature.

"I want to see him," I whine to Alessandro about seeing Felix. I want to see him because it's been too long, we were in the summer holidays and I didn't want to spend my time cooped up in the house all the time. I wanted to have sleepovers like every teen does but Alessandro is just being difficult. I've tried asking him a few times already and he said no.

It didn't take king for him to automatically understand who I was talking about.

He looks up and shakes his head before skipping through more and more pages signing some things off.

"Tough. Can you leave me? I need to go over some work," I roll my eyes and feel my lips trembling then gait to the door and walk out slamming it shut behind me.

Shaking my head, I empty my mind if the last time I spoke to Alessandro about seeing Felix and stroke Neon.

"Well you have me so we're good," Tyrone pats my cheeks a few times before standing up and brushing the fur from his jogger bottoms.

We were all still in our pyjamas so it was strange for me to see Tyrone in an attire that wasn't your average clothing.

It annoys me when boys don't know the existence of shirts. If I can't walk around the streets in a bra then you shouldn't be able to walk around the streets showing your sweaty tits off.

Tyrone took the decency to put a shirt on, thankfully.

"I need to go shower so I'll see you later," I run part him before he had time to reach the door before me.

Rushing up the stairs, I crash into Axel who was holding Mia's hand tightly. I do nothing but scoff.

"Excuse me," I try to pass them but Axel gives me a weary look telling me to stop.

"Go," he dismisses Mia down the steps and follows behind her. He looks back at me apologetically then smiles before strolling away.

Well fuck him. We don't need him anymore.

The saddest part was that I always saw him as my hero but now he's just another boy who did me wrong and has to it the price. He was willing to fight me - maybe kill me - over some girl.

At least I know where I stand in our relationship. Brother? Yeah right.

As I ascend the corner to my room, I was greeted with a familiar yet unwanted figure luring in my sight.

"Hey, princess. Where you goi-

I shove a hand in Mr Mystery's face before he could finish what he was saying. He was dressed the way every man does apparently in this house. A fresh, navy suit.

"I don't speak to homophobes." I walk straight past ignoring his stares and slam my bedroom door shut.

The shower felt so good when the water massaged my tensed muscles in my back; I'd been pretty stressed lately and this made it all better.

I had a lot to think about lately so this really helped. Though showers don't feel right in the morning; they so much better at night when you really have time to think.

Thoroughly, I lather my hair in shampoo and leave it to absorb for a few moments whilst I was my body. Then I finish off my shower with washing conditioner out then drying my body.

It was dressy day for me today, I felt confident and energised in myself to get ready in a maroon skirt with tights and white blouse. I love the days when I feel awake enough to actually get out of bed. It sucks dick when I stay in bed.

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Luca seemed on edge lately and I can understand why. Mr mystery was always around. But something that made him feel better was Tyrone.

Luca was hiding his face in the cupboards pretending to look for something but I could see the bottom of his jaw moving up and down meaning he was eating.

Valentina restricted him to only a few slices of cake because there was never really enough left for anyone else so he was not so discreetly shovelling the Victoria sponge cake down his throat.

Tyrone stood behind him with his chin balancing on his shoulder kissing it with his arms necklaced around his torso. CUTE!!

Please, I can't deal with the romance.

Mr Mystery takes a seat next to me in the island and reaches over to the centre of the table to a fake apple.

Dumb shit though it was real. They did look real though, perfectly shiny under the natural lighting of the rays of sunlight. I watch as he takes a large bite from the green and red polystyrene then spits it out when he starts to chew.

Choke on it, maybe it'll fix your internal wring views on love.

LOVE IS LOVE! Love is love.

Closely, I see how his eyes drift over to the happy couple that were ignoring his presence. Teach me.

He rolls his eyes before coughing making sure to draw their attention. "Can you not? I want to have a conversation with my daughter please?" He gives them both a dirty look just as they were prepared to leave the kitchen.

Luca had a mouth full of cake (that sounds wrong) with jam and whipped cream around his mouth with crumbs falling from his lips. The crumbs dropped as they were walking to the door.

"Don't leave. Let Luca enjoy his cake. Whatever 'dad' wants to say he can say it now," I use finger marks to say 'dad' and force it out bitterly.

"No really, Luca and I are going to watch Harry Potter anyways. We'll be good," he salutes Mr Mystery at the end then smiles at me.

Slings friend us in agony as I wait in anticipation for Mr Mystery to begin speaking. He took his long spare time to make himself a coffee and occasionally glancing over to me.

Maybe I should call the fire department. He definitely didn't look safe to be around, but my prayers had been called just as Blade and Diego entered the kitchen sniffing over the freshly baked good from Valentina.

"We need to talk about what happened." He announces. So I stare waiting for him to continue. Dipshît.

"I'm not saying I don't support them, it's just strange and it caught me off guard. It doesn't look..." he rolls out and gestures with his hand, "right."

"Well your face doesn't look right either but I ain't complaining am I?" I scowl and slump in my chair. That cake was the only distraction I had.

I couldn't look anywhere else other than the cake, so I snatch a piece leaving only three left since Luca ate four a while back.

Blade slowly throws me an approved look over his hoodied shoulder and chuckles just as he squeezes the hot tea bag over his cup. He is not human; he squeezed the tea bag between his fingers and didn't flinch.

"Yeah well this face is what made you," he remarks.

"My mum could've had a sperm transplant." I wasn't sure if that's what you call it but I'm sure you can put sperm in a woman's tummy to make her pregnant. It's like eating tadpoles. Ew I can never imagine eating tadpoles. It baffles me how they turn into frogs.

"I assure you," he giggles holding his hands up in defence, "she didn't. She was truly wonderful though, I just didn't love her enough."

"Don't talk about my mum like that. She didn't love you either with the looks of it," I grumble out with a pouted lip.

"Fine. But there is also something that I wanted to ask you: as your father is like for you to follow the strict rules we have here."

This is when Blade turned around to say something but Diego being the nature one, nudges an elbow into his side.

"Darling, I haven't followed a rule in this house since I stepped foot in it. And for the record you ain't my father." I point a bitten finger at him with a serious tone in my voice.

"And that's where I come in. I will make you follow those rules," he tells me like it's a fact.

Nice joke, tell me another one.

"Ooh shiver me timbers," I rub my arms as though it was cold. It truly was though, summer was supposed to be warm but instead it was cloudy and misty out there. Welcome to miserable Britain.

Enough of joking, I can't express how depressing it always is, you could be the happiest person and then you look outside and see Mother Nature crying her eyes out.

"I've spoken to Alessandro about it too. No boys," he commands. So this is why I can't see Felix? Because of his stupid, idiotic rule?

"It took him a while, he didn't even agree to the rule, but then he just gave up on arguing with me. So that means no Fabio or whatever he's called,"

He's my best friend and I'm not allowed to see him because Mr Mystery is too much of a try hard dad who wants to be overprotective. I broke down that barrier with Alessandro a while back and he doesn't seem to care as much anymore.

"Not happening."

"And that's how you get pregnant. Stay away from boys. Change that skirt and I'd also like you to change your attitude," his rough voice carries on further.

He was really annoying me now, why do I have to change my ways of living to suit his old fashioned way of living.

Blade opens his mouth to say something but shuts it again when Diego stands on his foot. I wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Why do I have to change my clothes? You can't force me to do anything."

"It's too short. It's distracting to boys and I don't want you getting hurt. Change it for me please."

The skirt touched my knees almost and he's complaining about it? I will wear what I want to wear.

Why do I have to change myself just to suit the patriarchal society? If he's that scared of me being hurt by boys then their parents need to teach their sons on what needs to be kept 'down there.'

I just feel exhausted all the time. Stress, just constant stress of everyone so it feels like I'm carrying them on my shoulders.

"Notice how you said 'boys?' Because only boys are that pathetic to be distracted by a thirteen year old WOMAN wearing a skirt." I stand up to leave the kitchen in a hurry but he clenched my upper arm making me squeal in pain from the shock.

Blade kept closing his eyes and clenching his jaw but he knew he'd be in trouble if he said a word to me.

"We haven't finished talking." So I comply. It was too much effort for me to fight back. My hormones must be at the roof today because suddenly I had the urge cry out.

"Onto the next rule: no answering back to me," he growls sternly with a cold stare scorching my eyes.

"Can't you just be my dad? Don't say you're my dad then treat me like a dog," I sniff up.

"You don't see me for my entire life then pop back in then expect me to follow your rules. You want to be my dad? Show me some respect. Show me your love and don't act as though I'm your colleague 'cause I'm not," my voice shatters like a thousand molecules of glass.

"I am being your dad. There's no ground rules set here so as a parent I'm doing exactly that," he tries to calm me down by rubbing my shoulder.

"But... what if I don't follow them?" I ask bitterly almost like I was teasing him.

"Then you'll get a punishment." He replies like it's obvious. What kind of punishments? I'm too scared to ask.

"And it's only me who has to follow them? What about the others?!" I point to Diego and Blade unintentionally involving them.

"Nope. Just you and the twins. Blade is old enough now. He can do whatever he likes," he takes a small glance at Blade.

"So I can punch you?" Blade clenches his jaw and cracks his knuckles and pulls his arm back for a tight swing at his nose.

He raises his arm again and plummets and drives it deep into his nose once again letting the blood flow out all over his knuckles like dye staining his fists.

Mr Mystery wasn't prepared enough, so he covers his nose with a cupped hand collecting the blood and letting it drip from his nose.

So he shakes it all free letting the blood roll off the tips of his callouses and onto the black tiles creating a maroon shade.

I scream out, shrilling the entire house as the man throws a fist to Blade's cheek bone but it wasn't as nearly as powerful as Blade's charging and tackling him to the floor.

The man's ring catches and tugs on the corner of Blade's lip tearing the flesh leaving a trickled trail of blood.

I've seen Blade angry before but never this bad before; he looked like he was hurting internally and that's when I realised.

He's never been loved before.

"Dude," Diego's voice enters with his classic and iconic saying. He has a thing for that word. He tries to pull him off of the man but Blade looked as though he was on roids and couldn't be moved. He elbows Diego accidentally in the chin forcing Diego to let out a series of cusses.

Still, my throat clenches and tickles for them to stop but it was almost like they blocked out my pleads for peace.

They scramble to their feet where the weakened man takes his advantages down pressing Blade's back into the refrigerator where his fists double into his abdomen.

That didn't stop him at all, Blade sends his knee ramming it into his dad's groin where they finally separated after more moments of quarrelling.

Blade was tightly clutching his stomach hunched over slightly with a thumb swiping away the blood from his now swollen lip. His dad was kneeling on the kitchen floor with his hands down his pants.

"JUST FUCK OFF OUT OF OUR LIVES!!! I've never needed a dad so just fuck off!! I don't need a low life In my life!" Blade flies a foot into his back pushing him further to the floor.

When silence strikes, I slowly remove myself from the chair like it was my safety zone and hug Blade.

Arms squeezed him tight for comfort and Diego joins in too patting a hand on Blade's shoulder. Then I felt I droplet of something land on my forehead like hot rain. He was crying.

As much as he tried to not show it, I look up to see him rubbing his eyes making them even more glossy and shiny under the natural lights. "You can cry," I mumble to him.

"What's going on?" Elijah and Alessandro have guns out at the ready to shoot any intruder that comes to sight. Wow. Our heroes.

I see them physically relax when their shoulders are no longer tensed and stiff; they were slipping the guns back in the back of the waistband of their belts.

All it took was two short glances between a trembling Blade and a cowering man to understand what was happening. They stand still and stare with their eyes wide in pure awe as the tension rapidly fills the silence.

"Blade?! What did you do this time?" Elijah says with an exaggerated also. As the words fell from his tongue indignantly, Blade huffed in sorrow. From the way his breaths paved up from his heaving chest I knew it pained him to always be at blame.

It's not a bad person, he's a good person who's made some bad decisions.

He was just fucked yo as a child and wanted love like all of us. The only thing we can do now is love each other in hopes of a reunited family.

"Shut up, Lijah." I whip a middle finger for Elijah to ogle at. He shakes his head in disapproval. "It wasn't his fault." I couldn't finish what I was saying, Blade storms out of the kitchen and I see him run at a quick pace up the steps. The man I should be able to call dad, stands up with a few grunts.

"Maybe tell your dad that he's a douche," he spins round and stares deep into my soul.

"Emilia Russo don't forget I'm your dad too. Trust me I'm not going anywhere," he wavers a bloody finger in my face.

"I just want my mum back," I whisper to myself and nimbly stroll out of the kitchen through the back door and sit on the wet strains of freshly cut grass. It likes through my tights and prodded at my skin to tear but I was too tough.

It was spitting frosty rain despite the humid summer air and grey clouds, but it was so serene to me. Rain was one of those things where I found comfort in.