Hi, thank you for all of the reviews, alerts etc. It really is motivation to continue writing the story. I am not entirely happy with this chapter, its been rewritten so many times from both girls point of view but I thought it was time we had a glimpse of Emily. Thanks for reading x

She was there, back in the coolness of the woods with twigs and bark lying on the ground beneath her, the lake glistening under the moonlight..

"Do you want to do Blowbacks?" Emily was blowing on the end of a freshly, lit spliff, offering one end of it to a teenage Naomi, who started walking away, leaving her to wake up on a blanket in the middle of the woods, alone.

"I know you're lonely Naomi so be brave and want me back." Naomi carried on walking, ignoring the pleading voice that was shouting the unveiling truth that she had so far avoided since starting at Roundview.

She carried on walking until she reached a white door with a small cat flap placed in the left hand corner. Emily found herself on the other side of that door, listening to a heartbroken Naomi confess all to her in a moment that she would cherish forever as the moment she managed to get a glimpse of the real Naomi Campbell she had always known existed.

"When I'm with you, I feel like a better person, I feel happier, less….alone."

Her front door materialised into her locker door which she closed gently, listening to the girl of her dreams telling her she was going away for the summer to Cyprus. Emily uttered three words that caused Naomi turn around and lock lips with the surprised red head. Literally in the blink of an eye, the corridor evaporated into a familiar bedroom where she was tearfully telling Naomi she wasn't her 'fucking experiment.' Afternoon of love making over and she was sat in the kitchen of her old Bristol house, shouting the truth of her identity to unwilling ears as her mother spoke over her informing the family they were leaving to straighten Emily out, never to see 'that girl' again.

She stood from afar, watching 'that girl' walk away from the yellow door, pushing a pram, occasionally stopping to peer under the hood. Emily started to blink furiously, willing away the tears that had already started to roll down her cheeks, blurring her vision.

"She doesn't need this Emily, she's moved on, she's happy."

"And the baby? Whose the dad?"

"Cook."

"Cook? What the fuck?" she stared back into the emotionless eyes of the person who had just broke her by simply telling her Naomi had moved on.

"Go, she won't want to see you Emily."

The space around her dissolved, the voices which were now merging into one became louder with each word, as she started to wake from a restless sleep.

"Shit!"

The young woman shot up in her bed, forcing the covers off her body in the process, perspiration already visible on her scantily clad form. The flashbacks were starting to become a regular occurrence, usually happening when she was at her most vulnerable. She had given up trying to avoid her nightly terrors after visiting the doctor who simply said she was 'rundown.' After all his years of medical training that was the best he could come up with. He was almost as useful as the doctor who pretended to listen to her and JJ whilst writing out a prescription for STUN tablets. When she first experienced her night terrors, she had confided in her twin who just scoffed and told her to stop being a pathetic loser. There are some things that time can't change, and Katie Fitch being a total bitch was one of them. The only thing that had altered slightly over the years was her fasions sense. Gone were the leopard print dresses and ridiculously short skirts to be replaced by evening dresses and diamond necklaces.

"Its all about the image Emsy," she informed her younger sister after she questioned her about her new look. "If mum wants this wedding business to take off then we have to look like royalty rather than cheap hookers. We're classy, Em, not brassy."

Emily sighed when she noticed the time on her clock displayed 3 am. Deciding not to mope in bed dwelling on her flashback dreams, she padded over to the fridge where she found an ice, cold bottle of water waiting for her. She brought the bottle to her lips as Katie stumbled through the front door looking slightly dishevelled with what she could only describe as a David Beckham impersonator, the typical Katie type - ripped muscles, tattoo sleeve, pierced ears - the resemblance was uncanny. No matter how much Katie would like to think she had changed, her overwhelming desire to be a wag would never leave her.

"Emsy!" Katie staggered over to her twin, arms wide open, pulling Emily in for a bone crushing hug. "Is that water for me? You're so fucking considerate," she slurred whilst snatching the bottle despite her twins protests, "Isn't she considerate babe?"

She turned her attention to 'Beckham' stood in the doorway who merely grunted and asked in no uncertain terms, if they could get down to business. Emily assumed that the not-so-subtle code was used for her benefit. Since her relationship breakdown, Katie had insisted her twin needed her in her life 24/7 and moved her and all of her endless crap into the spare room much to Emily's dismay. It hurt her to think that just a few months ago it was an immaculate marital abode whereas now it was slowly turning into a brothel. She had grown used to Katie's random shags which always ended in tears - literally. Emily was prepared for the backlash in the morning with Katie tearfully regretful and wondering why the guy left without so much as a backward glance. She would always tell her twin to not make herself readily available but it would fall on deaf ears, with both women reliving the ordeal every week.

The relationship between the twins hadn't changed drastically over the years. Emily was still Katie's faithful servant, and even dyed her hair to chocolate brown on Katie's request. "That way we'll be identical and guys love a twin thing. Its fucking hot."

When the Fitches left Bristol for Liverpool, the confidence that Emily had been slowly gaining during her time spent with Naomi diminished completely, causing her to retreat even further into the darkness of Katie's shadow. The only time she shifted slightly into the light was the day she was proclaimed Mrs. Emily Fletcher : wife of Nathan Fletcher. She had found the marriage a welcome relief and found herself closer to her parents and sister, even though she was jealous that Emily had gotten married before her and was en route to starting a family which is what Katie craved. "I'm the older one I should be the one getting the fairytale first."

The relief didn't last long as Emily would often find herself wondering whatever happened to her first love and what her life would be like if she wasn't hiding her sexuality. The pressure started to put a strain on her marriage, which ended after only 5 months. The two remained close friends which Katie couldn't seem to understand as her 'relationships' with her fuck buddies, would always end on a sour note.

Emily returned to her bed watching the shadowy patterns on her wall made by the moonlight that was beaming through her net curtains. Sleep was virtually impossible especially now she could hear the unmistakeable grunts and the sound of squeaking bed springs travelling through the wall.

"Fucks sake!" she shouted in exasperation. "Every fucking week!"

Even though she was trying not to get withdrawal symptoms from her laptop, Emily caved in seeing as sleep wasn't an option thanks to 'Posh and Becks' banging away in the next room. Ever since she had signed up for broadband, she found herself joining social networking sites and a dating website and had slowly become addicted, seeing the internet as her escape from a harsh reality. She found that she could be herself and no one needed to know who she was, where she was from or even her background if she chose not to disclose it. She naturally didn't have a picture of herself, not being able to chance somebody seeing her on the website looking for women in case it got back to her parents some how. Even though her harbouring secret was killing her, Emily actually started to enjoy the respect she was now getting from her mother, even though she had to live a lie to gain it.

Her first port of call was her email inbox which was usually inundated with winks and flirts or the usual newsletter showing recently joined members. She scanned through the list of new members, out of habit more than anything, when one name was brought to her attention straight away.

The name brought memories flooding back and the mood that had possessed her from the minute Katie had returned dissolved almost instantly. She was taken back to her college years, in particular her first time at the lake with the object of her affections. Once she had managed to light a strong, burning fire after almost catching hypothermia in the lake, Emily had thought of another way in which both her and Naomi could warm themselves up from the inside. She reached into her bag and took a gulp of the lifesaving vodka before passing it over to the girl she had lusted after for the past three years. She could feel the warmth the minute the vodka touched her lips and rolled down the back of her throat. After several minutes of passing the bottle to each other in awkward silence, Naomi suddenly asked if Emily had brought any Garibaldis. Emily, relieved that the tension had finally been broken, burst into a fit of laughter, closely followed by Naomi who explained that she lived off the infamous biscuit. Once their laughter had ceased, the red head had suggested they did blowbacks, which was the start of their short, sweet time together.

Emily found herself contemplating sending 'Garibaldi Queen' a message even though there was no available picture and only a brief description of herself. Maybe she wanted to remain anonymous like herself, and it wouldn't hurt to make a friend, even if it was online. She immediately dismissed the idea of sending a wink her way, deeming it impersonal and not reply-worthy. Even though she had been a member for the last couple of months, Emily had never actually had the guts to send a message, not having an idea where to start but she figured she didn't have anything to lose. Her fingers hovered over each key before she started typing and retyping until she finally settled on a message that didn't make her seem too forward. She resisted the urge to ask her which university she went to deciding it wouldn't be appropriate for a first message.

"Hi there, hope you don't mind me sending you a message but noticed that your new here and actually seem approachable. Everyone else seems quite scary or have a worrying obsession with their cats. Okay maybe I'm being stereotypical but I'm probably right. We seem to have similar interests from what I can tell so far and I'm not ashamed to say I also have soft spot for the 'dead fly' biscuit. Maybe we could have a proper chat when we're both next online?"

Before she could back out of it, Emily hit send, silently cursing herself for not asking any questions apart from the one at the end which she didn't really count as a question despite the question mark she added to it. Supposing this mystery woman didn't realise that Garibaldis were sometimes referred to as 'dead fly' biscuits. She didn't have time to regret sending the message for long as her mobile vibrated loudly on her desk, indicating an unread message.

Katie: Dou u have 2 hitr the keys so hjard were tryn 2 fkin slep

Emily shook her head in disbelief at the drunken text, stunned that anyone who had been loudly banging away against a headboard and screaming profanities for the past half an hour could have the gall to whine about a few keys being tapped. But that was typical Katie, and if time hadn't changed her then chances are that nothing ever would.