This is my first. I don't have high expectations, and pre warning. I can be incredibly lazy, thought it'd try it out, so pre story. I apologize. I may not be able to update, or continue, I may lose track I'm not sure. I Don't Own Skins, or Their Characters, but all mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Naomily
Summary: She's thrust into a world she didn't know existed. He own ripped away from her, in the middle of nowhere, with only one unlikely person by her side. Shit Summary. Ha Have Fun :P
"No!" I can't help begging. Screaming. He yells at me to shut up. But I can't help myself. I see the look of disgust in his deep blue eyes, He's always looked at me like that, no matter what I did. He blames me. I know that. I always have known that. It's always been me and him, but he didn't want that. I heard from my uncle… well my father's best friend more like that he ran away once he found out my mother was pregnant. But my uncle chased him down and told him to take responsibility. So he did just that, at first that was his plan anyway. I don't hear much about it. But I do know I'm blamed for my mothers' death. He reminds me enough when he's drunk. Which I must add. Is always.
He doesn't listen to me as I scream at him. Tears staining my face as he tells me to be quite whilst he throws his empty beer bottle at the wall behind my head. My wrists chafe against the rough rope. And my arse hurts from sitting on the cold concrete floor, no way in hell would I every willingly come here, you can't see shit three feet in front of you. My head pounding as everything else dulls. I can't deal with this. I can't help to continue sobbing as he waits for something. For them I guess. I'm not sure what they are. All I know is that my whole world, is being ripped from under me. He screams at me to shut up, but knowing I won't the next beer bottle he throws is aimed at my head. And everything else fades.