Chapter Two
A/N: Okay, this is even shittier. I think I'm gonna give this one up & start something else.
Anyway, yeah. I wouldn't bother, haha. But we have a Naomi POV :)
Reviews, anybody? No? Okay...
Enjoy x
"Where the hell have you been, you ungrateful little shit?"
"Noticed I've been gone, have you? Careful, Ange, it actually almost sounds like you care," Emily replies sardonically as she walks nonchalantly towards the stairs. The adrenaline from her four mile run must have given her the confidence in speaking to her foster mum like that.
"Don't give me cheek, you slag! Shit – I didn't mean that," Angela stumbles as she takes a step towards Emily. The fake concern doesn't affect her, but rather escalates her anger. The tall, green eyed brunette easily towers over the redhead. "You know it's your bloody fault I'm moody in the mornings, and your disruptions in the middle of the night doesn't help!"
"Get off it, we all know you're always a bi-polar cow," she spits to her foster mum. Right before she heads towards the steps, she faintly catches Angela wind her right hand back. Without time to react, she is disoriented by a forceful slap at the right side of the head. Emily quickly grasps for anything around her to keep her stance, but fails to have a hold on anything so she collapses on her knees. The only surrounding sound her mind registers is the constant ringing in her right ear.
"You could have avoided that blow to the head if you hadn't been a right bitch!" Angela voices as Emily hurriedly strides up the stairs, holding the left side of the head as she takes two steps at a time to get ready for college.
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Emily reluctantly walks up the stairs to college to meet her best friend JJ - her only friend. As she dodges through the crowd, she spots the familiar bushy, curly hair of her best mate standing near the entrance of the building.
"Are you alright, Emily?" JJ hesitates as they walk together to politics.
"'Course, why?" Emily answers quickly as she lowers her head away from the extensive stare from the boy. They take their seats next to each other right before Kieran, the politics teacher, begins speaking.
"You've got a red mark on your cheek, Emily." Before she could make up an excuse, Kieran interrupts.
"Alright, you fucking parasites, can any of you tell me who is running our fucking country?" Kieran looks around the room and spots a boy dozing off. "You, the one with the drool."
"Um, King... James?" The boy guesses.
"No, you shitface. Go back to bed."
During Kieran's lecture, Emily finds herself slowly drifting off as she stares out of the window. The sound of Kieran's voice becoming very faint and full of mumbles, soothes her to lose sense of reality.
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If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't.
Naomi is awaken by a sting of pain to her head. She squints her eyes open and quickly shuts them as it makes her head hurt even worse. She cradles her head as she sits up. Bad idea, she thinks when she feels the pressure in her head increase. She looks around and is hit with the unfamiliarity in her chest as she takes a closer look.
This isn't my room, Naomi thinks. This isn't my bed. This isn't my boyfriend. She observes a half-naked man asleep next to her and looks below her and notices her lack of clothes, as well. She silently scowls at herself for letting it happen again and carefully pries her body from the stranger's limbs and picks up her clothes.
She walks out the man's door and starts walking to only God knows where; anywhere but there. She's sure her face is smeared with eye make-up everywhere around her face. Her hair is as misplaced as her clothes from last night. Naomi concentrates on the sound of her bare feet hitting the wet, cold pavement with every step she takes. Maybe if she focuses long enough, her tears won't break through.
England weather is freezing, but she rarely feels the prickling along her skin as she walks further and further away. She's used to it. Every night is a routine for her. She can't shake it off. She can't stop. Drowning herself in alcohol, getting pissed in a different club every night, taking pills from random strangers, and waking up next to a different person every morning.
Long enough, Naomi doesn't feel her shivers or the clatters of her teeth as she walks towards a park in Bristol. She slows down her pace when she feels the familiarity sets in. The air of grass, precipitation and trees explores her senses as she walks deeper towards the lake. The tranquility of her surroundings easily changes her demeanor, so she takes it in for as long as she can, because it won't last long.
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Emily arrives to the house and quickly walks up the stairs towards her room before Angela could notice her. She changes into her running clothes and grabs her iPod. Before she reaches the bottom of the step, she sees Angela standing there looking at her expectantly.
"Where do the fuck do you think you're going? You're meant to cook me dinner! How do you expect to live here, rent free, and not do anything useful, you demented bint?" She shouts as she loses her balance trying to stay stood up.
"I don't know, Ange, looks to me like you should skip a couple of meals. You're getting rather plump, methinks." Emily fires back as she walks out of the front door. Her brave facade breaks as soon as she walks out of the threshold. Her hands shake as they become sweaty. Her head feels full of lead, just as her knees. Her chest feels caved in with every breath she takes in.
Emily starts off with a jog to her oasis. She focuses on her breathing as she pushes herself harder, whatever it takes to stop her from collapsing to the ground, crying her eyes out. She knows she shouldn't be a complete bitch to Angela, but she started it first. It was always her that instigated everything. She caused her pain first. She's just getting even.
Ouch, I have lost myself again, today. The iPod sings as her headphones tremble from the volume.
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found.
Emily runs faster and harder without looking back or stopping to catch air into her lungs.
Yeah I think that I might break.
She finally slows her speed into a light run as she reaches the park.
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe.
She sees the lake glistening and could almost smell the atmosphere as she reaches closer.
I'm needy...
Before taking her eyes off her haven, she feels her body stop abruptly from a force that sends her tumbling forward. She lands on top of a body, animal or human, she doesn't know until she's pushed off. Her body aches.
"What the fuck! Watch where the fuck you're going, tosser!" She hears an angelic voice behind her and quickly turns around. The girl is brushing off the dirt from her clothes - or lack there of - and fixes her dress. Emily barely catches a look at her make-up smeared face and bedridden hair. The beautiful girl in front of her meets her gaze. Before she could develop coherent sentences to apologize, her chocolate brown eyes were transfixed on the icy, blue eyes and instantly becomes mesmerized.
Oh, she thinks.