Lost

Eat Something

Upon entering the home where Emilia had spent most of her life, she noticed the lack of decoration and immediately began mapping out where the festive decor would look best.

"We don't have much room, so the two of you will be in here. Door stays open." Charlie ordered, opening the door that belonged to Emilia's childhood bedroom. 

An air mattress that had previously been used for Jeremy and Elena sat in an open corner of the room, between the desk and the wall. 

"Door stays open, got it." Emilia replied as she entered the room and flopped down onto the bed. She let out a groan of content as the worn mattress welcomed her with its comfort.

"Comfortable?" Clint questioned, taking his place on the air mattress. 
"Very." Emilia moaned, kicking her shoes off and throwing the comforter over herself. 

"Unpacking can wait," she mumbled, followed by a yawn as she curled up into a ball. "Nap time..."

Clint watched with raised eyebrows as his co-worker and best friend fell asleep so quickly, especially with him in the same room. 

Trust. 

Firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something. Emilia trusted Clint enough to sleep around him, in her childhood home, with her uncle just below them.

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About an hour later a bag of chips to the head woke Emilia up. She groaned and threw the bag in the general direction it came from, only for it to come back harder.

"You little repeat offender." She mumbled sleepily, allowing her eyes to open, landing on Clint who held up two bags. "What?" 
"Your uncle called in an order for us before he left for work. Said he got your cousin something."

"I'll go see if she'll eat with us." Emilia said, standing from her bed and stretching her stiff muscles. Her skin felt sticky, but she would leave it for now as Bella and food were more important. 

Emilia shuffled to Bella's room, knocking on the door gently. "Bells? Can I come in?" Unsurprisingly, she was met with silence.

She went to open the door but it was locked from the inside. Lining her fingernails up with the slit in the doorknob, she slowly twisted and felt the mechanism move until it finally unlocked with a click.

She smiled victoriously before entering the room. Bella was staring out the window numbly, watching as the snowflakes drifted from above, layering on the ground.

"Charlie's worried and so am I, but apparently the nice parent thing isn't working, so now you get the tough love cousin."
Bella casted a quick glance to Emilia who now stood just within eyesight. 

"Get your pretty ass up, channel all that sadness into something productive, and come eat something or we'll come eat in here, so you can't escape us. . . 
You can't sit here for the rest of your human life, hoping they'll come back. They made their choice, and while it really fucking sucks Bells, nobody can change it. Not even me.
Now, what will it be? You come eat with us or we come eat with you? Either way, you're eating something and I'm brushing your hair. It looks like you got attacked by an owl and lost."

Bella remained silent, but turned the chair away from the window, now facing her cousin. The look of determination on Emilia's face was enough to convince her something needed to change, and fast too. 

"Here." Bella croaked and Emilia nodded silently. 

"Are you okay if Clint comes into your room?" She nodded.

"Clint, get in here. . . bring the food."