A/N: Thanks for the lovely feedback, you guys. You're all fucking wonderful.
This is a bit short and well… Boring. But it's a bit of a filler.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. I just own a mustache mug and a pack of crayons.
Chapter Two
Emily's POV
Emily wakes up with sheen of sweat coating her petite body. She wrestles out of the duvet and sits up. She pulls her legs towards her chest and tugs at her hair with both hands.
Her breathing escalates. The room gets hotter. The sweat on her porcelain skin grows thicker. The grasp on her hair grips tighter.
Emily's ragged breathing isn't enough; she's suffocating.
Flashes of her nightmare reappear in her thoughts. Her head aches from the rough pulling of her hair.
Emily gasps for air, and she's well on her way into a panic attack. She wraps her arms around her legs and gently rock back and forth.
She clenches onto a handful of cotton to her singlet. Her eyes brimmed with tears.
It hurts.
She tries to rid the nightmare from seeping into her thoughts. The thought of –
"Emsy?" She hears faintly. She keeps her eyes trained on her knees, not slowing her rocking. "Emsy…"
Before she could register anything, she feels strong, yet delicate arms wrap around her frail frame. He rests one arm around her back and his hand on the top of her head, soothing her sore head.
He knows how harsh she tugs on her hair.
My baby girl, he thinks to himself.
Emily leans into her father's embrace and let the tears flow freely. Rob whispers comforting words to his daughter whilst massaging her throbbing head until her quiet sobs lessens.
"Alright, now, love?" He asks after a few moments. Emily sniffles and nods weakly.
He gives her one final hug and releases her. He cups her cheeks and kisses her forehead.
"Everything will be alright, love." Rob says and walks towards the door. "I promise, sweetie."
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Rob sits down on the seat next to the island in the kitchen. He cradles his head between his hands and wills himself not to cry.
His heart breaks for his fragile, beautiful daughter.
He's sad because his daughter is hurting.
He's guilty because he and his ex-wife are the cause of it.
He's hurt because he can't fix it.
But he wouldn't have her any other way. He loves her, along with his other children.
Rob is used to the nightmares Emily has. It's common, but it only comes a few times a month.
Emily was always different; even when she was born. She never cried and hollered like Katie did when she was delivered two minutes later. The doctors had to prod her with their gloved-fingers and shake her gently to get a noise from her.
But she never did. She just slept in his arms.
That's when he knew she'd be different.
His thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the front door. He walks over and opens it.
"You could have used your key, love, you know that." Rob says to his other daughter and pulls her into a Fitch hug.
"I know, but it's a bit weird sometimes," She replies after he kisses the top of her caramel-brown hair.
"I'm sorry," He says sadly, hanging his head.
"Dad. It's not your fault, yeah?"
The two walk over to the kitchen to make tea before college.
"How's James, Katiekins?" Katie smiles sadly at her old nickname and how much she missed it, even though she always complained about it.
"Alright, I guess. Still a bit of a nasty little perv, he is."
"Christ. He'll be back on the naughty bar soon enough, eh?" Rob chuckles, taking the hot kettle off the stove.
"He misses you," Katie whispers. "I've missed you, too."
Rob opens his mouth to say something, but closes it because he doesn't know what to say. His mouth goes dry. The guilt sets into his built body and melts his insides.
"We could have gone with you, dad. You didn't have to do it alone." His eldest daughter bursts out.
"Katie… You know why." He says, defeated. "I couldn't let you two."
"But dad, we –
The sound of soft footsteps interrupts the two. They turn their heads toward the hallway and see Emily with puffy eyes and a redden face. She timidly enters the kitchen.
"Tea?" Rob asks. Emily shakes her head.
She doesn't mean to be difficult. She doesn't mean to be the reason why her father has dark rings under his eyes or the white hairs. If she could change herself, she would. But she can't. She doesn't know how.
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"Em, stop giving me that look, yeah?" Katie says whilst they walk along the pavement to college. "Just because you can't say anything, doesn't mean I don't understand."
Emily throws her another look, but stays quiet as per usual.
"I want to walk with you because I miss my little sister, alright? I know you can walk on your own."
The younger twin flashes back with a disbelieving look.
"How do you like Roundview? Best educational system, eh?" Katie says, with a smirk. Emily answers back with a small shrug.
"You've met someone, haven't you, Em?"
Emily blushes.
"Oh my god. You fucking have! Who? You have to tell me." She replies with an intrigued smile on her face. Emily answers with a shake of her head and a nervous expression.
"I'll just have to find out then, don't I? After all I'm Katie Fucking Fitch," Katie winks at her smiling twin.
She's definitely missed that about her little sister.
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Naomi's POV
It's been a week since I've spoken to Emily. Or me talking to Emily. I don't know why I'm so bothered by it. I see her during lessons, but she never looks my way.
I don't know what I did? I thought we got on the day I stalked her.
I don't even know why I'm bothering with it either. What the fuck am I doing?
Josie's going on and on about 'To be or not to be' and 'Being or not being'. I've read it over and over before; I don't think I need to pay attention.
Across the room from me is Emily. Josie wanted to arrange the desks in a half circle, facing her so we can learn to 'discuss and group up with one another'. That's bollocks.
The bell chimes and indicates the end of college. Effy and I exit the room and into a crowded hallway of students.
"Naomikins!" I hear behind me. "Effy, babes!"
Cook wraps his arm around us and gives us a suffocating hug.
"Christ, Cook. We feel the love, now get the fuck off," I say jokingly.
"I've missed you two."
"You saw us an hour and a half ago," Effy replies bluntly with an eyebrow raised. "You're high as fuck, aren't you?"
Cook only answers with a toothy grin.
"Right, as much as I'd love to stick around, I've got to go," I say with sarcasm. "Got to meet Emma."
Cook and Effy share an eye roll and walk off to probably have a shag or take pills. Most likely both.
I walk out the front of the building and see Emma waiting for me.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting for," She checks her watch. "Three minutes already!"
"Keep your knickers on, yeah?"
"Whatever, I expect you to make this up to me."
I roll my eyes at her whilst she leans into me for a kiss. She goes to deepen the kiss but I pull away. I look elsewhere instead of meeting her eyes.
My eyes land on a brunette standing uncomfortably on the sidewalk. Her gaze is fixed on the concrete.
"I've got to go, Emma," I say hastily and giving her a peck on the lips. "See you."
I rush down the steps and fast walk to Emily. I hear Emma behind me, calling my name. I can deal with her later, but I have to do this now.
Why? I haven't figured that out yet.
"Hey," I say when I'm behind her. She freezes, I think. She cautiously turns around to face me.
She looks cute today. Her chocolate-brunette hair is down and her fringe is pinned up in a small quiff. She has on black skinnies, black V-neck, and red TOMs. Her eyes look exceptionally beautiful today.
Wait, what did I just say?
I bite my lip and look away. I hope she didn't see me perv on her.
Christ.
Emily looks at me.
"C-Can I walk you home?"
I wait for any signs for a yes or a no on Emily's face. So far it's just expressionless. Except for her eyes and the way –
"No, Campbell, you can't," I hear to my left. I turn my head and see Katie Fitch.
"Katie?"
"Yes, Katie. And that's my sister you're annoying."
I look at both of the girls in front of me. The resemblance is clearer. They're both roughly the same height and their brown eyes are similar.
"You can fuck off now, yeah?" Katie says, placing her hand behind Emily's back, ready to walk away. "Don't you have a girlfriend waiting for you?"
She nods her head towards my fuming girlfriend walking to me. I look at Emily but she's staring at her shoes.
Oh, shit.
"Care to explain why you're acting like a twat, Naomi?" Katie and Emily walk away as Emma goes to yell at me.
Oh for fuck's sake.
A/N: It'll get better I promise. This just… I don't fucking know haha.
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