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"B-But I love you." I pleaded through tears.
She stared at me, her expression blank, eyes completely devoid of emotion. I had broken her and it was killing me. I had always thought this was it, that she was 'The One'. But I had ruined it. I cheated and she couldn't find a way to forgive me. She had tried, really, and it was more than I deserved, but she never looked at me the way she once had, with complete adoration. I don't know exactly why I did it, I guess I never thought I'd get caught. She had always been so much more into me than I was to her, so yeah, I took advantage, thought I was invincible. But I had pushed her too far, she couldn't take it anymore. So here we were, at the end, rain pouring down around us, but it was hardly noticeable. She looked as broken as I felt, even more so. So many thoughts flashed through my mind, how badly I had always treated her, she chased me, I ran, I caved and she tried not to be needy or clingy and I took advantage, partying every night, fucked off my face most of the time, I would hear her cry herself to sleep but just place my iPod in my ears and drown her out. That was it, that was our relationship, she was always there, I was always somewhere else. But I did care about her, I loved her, I always just assumed she got that. I was never one for public displays of affection or cute gestures but she never seemed to mind.
I never went out with the intention of cheating, it just happened, I was at a party, high on god knows what and pissing gone on alcohol and there she was, tall, dark hair, sallow skin, green eyes, she was beautiful, Sophia was on some retreat with the army, I was drunk, horny, and she was there. I never meant for Sophia to find out, my mobile battery had gone, I never got the text telling me she was sick and being sent home. So there I was, in the middle of a major fuck-a-thon with some random, and there was Sophia, standing in the doorway, falling to pieces with every move I made.
"I-I- can't Nai.." She was sobbing heavily, tears flowing freely, evident even through the rain, "It's.. It's too hard. Every time I close my eyes I see it. I see you and.." she paused and squeezed her eyes shut, saying the next word as if she were physically in pain, "her.."
"Soph-" I begged but she cut across me.
"I was just never enough for you was I?"
"No-" I tried again but she clearly didn't want to hear what I had to say.
"It's better if you just go. Please Naomi, don't make it any more difficult than it already is. Just go." her eyes were desperate but I had no choice. She had already given me more than I deserved. With one final glance I turned and walked away, not even attempting to fight for her.
I walked through the rain, not caring about the bitter cold or saturated clothes, I walked to the one person I knew I could count on. I pushed open the door to the dingy bar and spotted him, sitting at a corner table, surrounded by three empty pint glasses and two full ones, upon seeing me his expression lit up,
"Naomikins!" he bellowed and I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.
I walked towards him and his expression faltered. He rose from his chair and met me half way pulling me into a tight, comforting embrace.
"It's ok babe." He whispered against my hair. "It'll all be ok." He lulled and ushered me to sit, placing one of the full pints in front of me.
Good old Cook, never failing to get me absolutely off my face. I could feel my head growing lighter and my vision becoming less focused, so of course time for a deep conversation was in order.
"What am I gonna do Cook? I have no where to go."
He looked sympathetically at me.
"Naomi. You're strong. You'll get through this. Stay with me until you get yourself sorted." He offered.
"That's sweet of you Cook, but I couldn't, your flat's too small for both of us. Besides, I thought we agreed, no cock blocking!." I winked and he smiled at me, before sitting up straight, a look of realisation washing over his features.
"I have this friend," ah one of Cook's friends, also known as a fuck buddy, I threw him a sceptical look, and he simply laughed it off, "Well she's looking for a new roommate.. I could maybe… persuade her." He grinned cheekily and wiggled his eyebrows.
"I dunno Cook…"
"Trust me." He insisted and I nodded, with that the evening became light once more, all heavy topics thrust into oblivion.
"Cook I don't know.." I stopped walking, and stood hesitantly at the entrance to the building. From what he told me this girl was feisty, no bullshit, loosely translated, she was a bitch.
He looked at me, his voice feigning surprise, "Is Naomi Campbell scared of two little girls?"
"Two?"
"Oh, I didn't mention?…. They're twins." he informed me walking into the building, holding the door open for me with an amused guilty grin.
I walked past him, shoving him playfully, "No, you didn't."
Fucking twins. We stood outside the door marked 307. I was nervous, I needed this. Cook did not interpret my fear and banged loudly on the door.
"Fucking hell." Came a frustrated voice from behind the wooden barrier. She swung it open with a scowl.
"Katiekins." He roared, throwing his arms around the petite brunette.
"Ugh, get off," She pushed him away and eyed me up and down. I felt suddenly self conscious, my cheeks flushed, "You must be Naomi."
I outstretched my hand in introduction but she dismissed it, sauntering back towards the couch. I glared at Cook but he simply winked, "Well Blondie, this where we go our separate ways."
"Your not staying?" I asked, voice riddled with vulnerability.
"No can do babe. Places to go, people to do." He grinned and called goodbye to Katie before making his exit.
Shit.
"So, you coming in or would you prefer to stand in the hall all day?" Katie didn't even attempt to hide her pissy tone.
I sat in the chair opposite her, complete terror emitting from every pore. I felt like a little child about to get punished. And that's when she walked in, carrying a tray of three steaming mugs and a plate of garibaldi's, my favourite. All previous intimidation washed away. She smiled pleasantly at me, placing the tray on the coffee table, then taking her position next to her sister.
"I'm Emily. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand to me and I swear a jolt of electricity shot through me on contact.
She was sensational. Vibrant red hair pulled back in a cute quiff, brown eyes with the potential to rip apart your soul, kissable red sultry lips, perfect porcelain skin covered with black skinny and a tight, white t-shirt which hugged her flawless physique in all the right places.
"N-Naomi." I stuttered. Smooth Naomi, real smooth.
Katie appeared uninterested, glancing over a sheet of paper, presumably full of questions for her to interrogate me with. Emily on the other hand looked at me with amusement, gracing me with her earth shattering crooked smile.
"So, Naomi, shall we begin?" Katie snapped me from my Emily daze. Staring at me with an intense gaze, eyes burning right through me. Shit, this would be ….. Interesting.