Emily looked at the doll, and she replayed Marie's words in her mind. It was so frustration that Adam was allowed to get away with everything. Their parents accepting the same excuse every time, that he was being protective, and that she would be the one to bear the consequences if she went astray.
She unlocked her jaw, her teeth clenched and grinding together. This was their patronising response, every. single. time! It felt like an accusation that she was reckless and wanton. Her cheeks burned at the daring idea. It was thrilling, but she wasn't stupid, and certainly didn't want to risk getting pregnant.
Working her jaw from side to side, she smiled at a rogue thought that intruded. If Adam was actually a big sister, rather than a big brother she'd face the same burdensome restrictions. Emily was convinced it was already 'bound' to Adam. A few loose hairs being lost with amongst the straw and threads that made up the doll.
Glancing at the doll, she saw she'd already given it a thinner waist, her tightly gripping fist giving her a hint of a waist that Adam didn't have. An accidental brushing of her thumb nail, giving it the impression of a feminine sex.
It was an enjoyable idea, even if it wasn't very practical. She wasn't as firm a believer in magic as Marie, but she could enjoy the mental image she conjured up of Adam, remade into Eve.
She could embody all those gross ideas that he confessed to liking in women. She seethed recalling how easily he locked in on her insecurities, comparing her unfavourably with his girlfriends. She knew he used negging to keep them hungry for his compliments, however bitter-sweet.
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