A/N: Been away for four years. I had writers block. I'm not sure what this is but I had an urge to write, and well it's a few words. Quite possibly a one shot but I could attempt to carry it on. Anywho …

Twister

Waterloo Road. The worst school in Rochdale. Waterloo Road. Forever an explicit in the local papers. Nothing new; one big hell hole.

'Sorry'.

'So the custody thing. How is it going to work? I take the weekends, you take the rest?'. Eddie sat waiting patiently for Melissa's answer. It was quite literally mind-numbing – almost like watching paint dry. He was waiting for an attack, he just knew that this was not going to end well. She'd fought her way to the top already. Eddie was there, he was talking, he was putting her through pain. What more could Melissa possibly want?

'I was thinking more like every other weekend?', her glare burned. The sarcastic nature echoed her voice and boy was he angry. She could see his anxiety as he sat with his hands now nurturing his head. However, what she could also see was Rachel facing away from the both of them, her body mirroring the direction of her stare. She was not there, not in the heated debate, not in the deserted classroom and definitely not wanting to admit her defeat.

'Melissa, you disappeared. Left without a word and now you expect me to be apart of this baby's life with involvement – yet you insist that I have minimal time?!', his pitch heightened as he almost shouted the last syllables. Her smirk was rising his temper and he was in no mood to play her games.

'Sorry. I apologise for my actions.'

'Eddie, I want the best for my child. You don't believe -', Melissa was cut short. Eddie most definitely was not having her throwing such accusations around. He was beyond the point, and she knew that. His body shook as his fists collided with the table making Rachel jump. He instantly regretted showing such force as for the first time, he saw the terror in her eyes. Attempting to close his hand over hers to show affection – to her only – he was bitterly rejected.

'Sorry. I apologise for my actions. I allowed policies to fly over my head, fire's to run wild and my personal life to be the gossip of the school. I am sorry. I'd like to express my …'

'Where are you going?', Melissa coldly asked. It was a fair judgement to conclude that she in fact did not care of her sister's actions and wished nothing more than for her to disappear. Rachel seen the sheer panic in Eddie's eyes, and regret washed over her. She couldn't leave, but she had to do it. Her sanity was no longer questionable.

'I'm sorry, I can't. I just, I have to leave.', stern but soft. The door was so close. It was the light she needed, the aftermath of a wild and demanding storm. At least it would give her the opportunity to run and cry, nobody would find her beneath the rubble. A sudden force threw her back, like a twister chasing to claim her life. Eddie was her twister. Sucking the energy from her, stopping her leaving but somehow keeping her beneath his soul. She wriggled free from him. Turning to leave, she muttered a few simple words.

'Please don't, just don't follow me'.