Summary: AU. Begins in late 2012. My take on Sophie and Sian's storyline, as well as events centred around them and others. It includes love, loss, depression, violence, addiction, a tram crash, two funerals and a wedding. That's all I'm saying, read on to find out what I mean. Siophie, Sophie/Sian.
Save Me From My Downfall, Baby
Chapter Four
Sophie and Sian were wide awake and raring to go, gathering and organizing the scattered assignments that had a vast involvement in the grades they received Fri their A-Levels They dressed in appropriate attire for the autumn (in front of each other, of course - they were a couple and frequently saw one another without the addition of any clothing!), occasionally stealing a quick kiss along the way.
Sian was sat beside Sophie, concentrating on reading through a particularly important document. Meanwhile, with Sophie looking to her side, her gaze settled on Sian's lips. Sensing that the blond was staring at her, Sian looked back and cocked an eyebrow. Still, Sophie's focus was solely on Sian's lips, barely noticing that Sian was looking directly at her. Soon enough, Sophie's eyes trailed down, past Sian's jaw, neck and upper torso, finally settling on her breasts. Sian giggled; without being one, Sophie had the symptoms of a pervert. Not that Sian was bothered, of course. She liked it when Sophie perved on her, 'eye-fucking' her like there was no tomorrow. It made her proud to be aware of the effect she had on Sophie.
What?" Sophie spluttered, her eyes shooting up to meet her girlfriend's, "Oh, um…" Her face flushed with embarrassment, "Yeah-I mean, no…I mean-"
Sian hushed Sophie, placing a single finger on her lips, "Stop talking and kiss me. There's no-one here. C'mon, Soph. I know you want to…"
Sophie smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted. As Sian beckoned her over Sophie planted her lips on her girlfriend's.
Seconds later, Rosie (with an abnormally disheveled appearance) wearily walked into Sophie's bedroom, emitting a wide yawn. Sophie and Sian, after pulling apart, were quite shocked to see Rosie dismissing her mien, as well as how late she had arrived home (if she had just came on the scene, that was).
"Look at the state of you," The younger Webster remarked, "What the fuck even happened to you out there? Did you have sex? Did you get ridiculously wasted? Did you-"
"Shut up, geek." With a violent ruffle of Sophie's hair, Rosie trudged into her own bedroom (which was right beside her sister's one).
While Sophie had sat ridiculing her older sister under her breath, Sian curiously took in Rosie's appearance as the jet-black haired woman disappeared from sight. Rosie looked tired. Really tired. Her eyes were droopy and her pupils were little to nothing, indicating how worn out she must've been. It seemed so unusual for Rosie to get herself in such a mess, but the more Sian observed the woman, the more she realized that something had happened to cause Rosie to become so worn out. Normally, whenever Rosie went out partying (as she had claimed beforehand), she came back home much sooner than this (typically one in the morning) and was in a much cleaner state. Nevertheless, Rosie wasn't Sian's sister (and at most she'd only be her sister-in-law if she married Sophie), so it really wasn't her business to start poking her nose in and question her. But, still…it made Sian to become more inquisitive about what the third eldest Webster could be hiding from the rest of them. Because…it seemed to her that Rosie hadn't even gone to a club whatsoever.
Bringing Sian back down to earth, Sophie disrupted the blond's intense thoughts, "I'm gonna ask my dad what was up with yesterday night. Hopefully he'll be home from his supposed 'job' in Salford…and I'm praying that he's calmed down, too."
"Yeah, alright…" Sian nodded, although was fairly distant with her reply.
"You okay, babe?" Sophie landed a soothing hand on Sian's collarbone, planting several kisses there in an attempt to gain the older girl's utmost attention, "I thought I was the one all distressed by my dad. Seems like the tables have turned overnight." She smiled against her girlfriend's skin, rubbing her fully-clothed back with another hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Sian flashed a smile, spinning around to face the brunette; why was she concerned over Rosie of all people? The girl could handle herself rather well. Sian was delving too deep into the details. The whole, imaginary idea of something happening to Rosie was farfetched. For sure, there was a peculiar occurrence that had affected Kevin yesterday (Sian knew that for certain), though there was little to no evidence supporting her views on Rosie. All of these sudden mysteries surrounding the Websters were doing her head in. Kevin, Rosie…what was next? Her own girlfriend? "Let's go and eat breakfast."
_S&S_
"Um…dad?" Sophie awkwardly approached her father, who was guzzling a can of beer on the couch, watching the 'BBC news'. This was the first time she had confronted Kevin since yesterday evening at dinner, and had prayed within her mind that he wouldn't snap at her. Sian was sat at the dining table, happily chewing on a fry-up (consisting of the 'full works' - toast, eggs, beans, bacon and sausages) that Sally had generously cooked for her, "You alright?"
"Yeah, course," He replied in a cheerful mood; almost too cheerful for Sophie's liking, "Why wouldn't I be, you silly sausage?" Kevin had miraculously transmuted from wrathful to joyful overnight, which befuddled Sophie all the more. It appeared as though he was completely abandoning the memory of his infuriated outcry, dismissing it as if zilch had transpired.
"Oh, right…was just asking. Forget it."
Sophie advanced away from Kevin, sighing as she went. The brunette made her way towards the dining table, where Sian and Sally were sat at. A plate full of food identical to Sian's resided on an empty area of the table, parallel to the inhabited chair. Sophie pulled the chair out and settled down atop of it. Sian, who had finished her breakfast, was deep in conversation with Sally over college work. Although the short, perplexing conversation with Kevin had increased her confusion and curiosity (even irritating her by slight), Sophie couldn't help but feel rather jovial over how well her mother and girlfriend got along. For sure, they had got off to a rather shaky start, with Sally disliking the concept of her daughter dating another female (and not to mention Sally walking in on them having sex - totally undressed!), however Sally eventually adapted to it and warmed towards Sian. Nowadays, they got along like a house on fire.
Sophie picked up a fork and started stabbing the eggs, quickly piercing the yoke open, "Nice eggs, these are. Not overcooked in the slightest. Thanks, mum. I really appreciate it."
"You're very welcome, love," Sally smiled softly, "So…college for the pair of you today?"
"Mmm hmm…" Sophie, who was more engrossed in her food, picked up a knife and proceeded to cut a little of the buttery, crispy toast.
"Did you talk to your dad?" Sian purposely lowered her voice, not wanting Kevin to overhear.
"Sort of," Sophie looked up from her food, still clutching the cutlery, "He made out as if nothing was wrong."
"Strange…"
"Yeah, I know…I wonder what's going on in that head of his."
"And I'm wondering what's up with Rosie…"
Sophie cocked an eyebrow, "What about Rosie?"
"Oh, um…nothing…it doesn't matter…"
_S&S_
Sophie and Sian arrived home early from college (as they were unexpectedly released an hour prematurely due to complications with the fire drill), only to be greeted by an empty home. No Sally, no Rosie, no Kevin - who were all working for another two hours. Much like yesterday, the girls had the house all to themselves. Only, this time they were going to use the opportunity wisely, and finish off what they had started on the sofa before being rudely interrupted by Rosie.
Quicly hurrying up the stairs in fits of giggles, the girls came tumbling into Sophie's bedroom. Sian ushered Sophie to lie down on her back, in which the brunette obeyed without no hesitation, spreading her arms and legs out wide (much like a starfish). The blond bestrode her girlfriend, eagerly clambering atop of her. Sian lowered her face, situating subdued kisses across Sophie's face and jawline. Sophie smiled broadly, raking her fingers through Sian's hair and across her back, running a single finger down the blond's spine. Sian moved a leg in-between Sophie's outstretched legs, particularly putting extra pressure on her girlfriend's entrance. Sophie let out a grown of pleasure, feeling a waver of arousal due to Sian's touch.
Sian kissed her way down Sophie's neck, occasionally nipping at the skin. Her lips soon found their way back to the brunette's, crashing together in a mass of heated passion. Their lips moved in perfect synchronization with each other, frequently parting them as they caught a short breath. Sian slipped her tongue into Sophie's mouth, an unfortunate string of saliva dripping down her chin as the girls battled for dominance with their tongues. Their bodies buzzed with excitement, both ready for the other.
For a moment, Sian ceased her kisses to pull Sophie's top over her head, focusing her eyes on Sophie's bra-clad breasts. She planted a string of wet kisses across Sophie's smooth, alluring collarbone and down her chest, purposely passing by her cleavage and continuing to kiss all the way down her stomach. Once reaching Sophie's naval, Sian dipped her tounge inside and circled it, causing Sophie to moan and arch her back. One of her hands sneaked it's way up Sophie's torso, grabbing hold of the brunette's plump, left breast. Sian continued to lick inside Sophie's naval and fumbled with the breast, massaging it and occasionally running a finger over the hardening nipple. Sophie emitted a slightly louder groan, her nose and eyebrows crinkling, as she gripped the white bedsheets.
"Fuck, babe…" Sophie breathed out.
Unanticipatedly, the girls heard the front door open (with the addition of a little 'jingle' to inform then of it) and slam shut. Sian's ears pricked up, distinguishing muffled sounds of two people rowing.
"Just when things were getting good, as well…" Sian groaned out of annoyance,"Anyway, who's that?"
"Dunno…everyone's meant to be at work…" Sophie shrugged, reluctantly lifting herself off the bed. She picked up her shirt, which was hanging over the side of the mattress, and slipped it on as she walked. Much like a puppy dog, Sian trailed on seconds later. The couple made their way towards Sophie's bedroom door, which was left slightly ajar. Sophie carefully opened the door (taking extra consideration into unfastening it as inaudibly as possible), revealing that the quarelling twosome was none other than Kevin and Molly Dobbs, one of the neighbours.
"Why can't you just accept it, Kevin?!"
"Because it'd tear my family apart! Why'd you think I've been hiding this for three years?! And all of a sudden you pounce this on me?! Now?! After all we've managed to hide?!"
"Hide what?" Sian whispered.
"No idea." Sophie shrugged, continuing to listen.
"I can't take it anymore, that's why! Jack's the image of you, Kevin! He has your eyes, nose and ears! Every single time I look at that child, all I'm seeing is your face! Tyrone's going to realize sooner or later that something's wrong! He's not an idiot-"
"I KNOW! I work with the bloody man, don't I?! He ain't as daft as he looks! Yeah, yeah, I know that, Molly! But he can't find out! He can't! If he does, then the whole word will know! Norris will have it printed in the Gazette, no doubt! And my family! Think about them! Sally, Rosie, Sophie - what'll happen if Tyrone found out and blabbed to them?! I can't bare to think! That's why you can't tell him, Molly! And that's why I can't accept it!"
"You've been living with it for years! You've had long enough to accept what you've done! If you hadn't flirted with me at that party-"
"Oh, don't start this again! Thanks to you naffing on yesterday at the garage, I had a go at everyone during dinner! Sophie asked me what was wrong this morning, so I couldn't exactly tell her that 'daddy had an affair while mummy had breast cancer', could I?! And Jack, not forgetting! How'd her and Rosie react if they found out they had a half-brother?! How'd Sally react if she found out that I had a child with another woman?! The whole lot of em' would have a total meltdown over it! I can't accept what I've done, Molly! None of it! Yes, it happened! We had an affair behind our spouse's backs and had Jack together! I know! We've lived with this horrific lie for three years! Life has gone on, hasn't it?! Why's that all gotta change?! Why've they all gotta know?! Why've I gotta accept what I've done?! WHY?!"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE JACK'S FATHER! NOT TYRONE! YOU!"
Sophie's face was as white as a ghost. She was visibly shaking, appearing as if she were about to regurgitate at any moment. Tears streamed down her cheeks, flowing faster by the millisecond. All of this information was completely overwhelming and practically impossible to process, smacking her in the face like a ton of bricks. The words 'you're Jack's father, not Tyrone' circled around her thoughts, repeatedly repeating in the tone of Molly's voice. Kevin…the man she looked up to. The man who had raised her. The man she had learnt to respect. The man who was her father…was a lying, cheating scoundrel? Sian, immediately taking action, wrapped her arms around Sophie's waist and pulled her close, rocking her traumatized girlfriend tranquillizingly. She kissed the side of Sophie's head, whispering comforting words in the brunette's ear, as her girlfriend's tears poured down thicker and faster, refusing to terminate. Sophie's cries soon morphed into hysterics, her racking sobs shaking her thoroughly with the knowledge that her entire family had been betrayed - that nothing, nothing whatsoever, would be the same again.
"SO WHAT?!" Kevin's screaming echoed throughout the house, ricocheting off the surfaces, "SO WHAT IF I'M THE KID'S FATHER?! DOESN'T MEAN THAT ANYONE'S GOTTA KNOW, DOES IT?!"
With a single hand, Sian brushed her fingers across Sophie's face and wiped away the tiny crystal beads, only for the brunette to shed fresh, warm droplets - replacing the previously dried tear-tracks. Softly, Sian placed three gentle, soothing kisses upon Sophie's lips, before pushing the bedroom door open further. She stepped out, now standing on the landing. Sophie was unable to control the warm drops rumbling down her cheeks as she followed on behind her girlfriend, completely unprepared to face her so-called 'father'.
"I DON'T WANT JACK GROWING UP NOT KNOWING WHO HIS REAL FATHER IS! It…upsets me every single time he calls Tyrone 'daddy', and even more so when Tyrone calls him 'my precious little Jack' or 'my perfect son'…I've been forced to live with this in the back of my mind…it's so hard…and I can't handle keeping this disgusting secret from the world any longer…"
Sian slowly stepped down the stairs, Sophie grabbing her hand for comfort. She squeezed it a little tight, and as she did so, Sian flashed her sorrowful, melancholy look. It was unbelievable to conjure up what must've been circulating around Sophie's mind at that point. Sian could never sympathize with her girlfriend, as her parents never cheated on one another (despite how poorly their marriage was, especially towards the end, they remained dedicated to respect and perform their wedding vows), but she was able to empathize.
"You have to try, Molly…"
"I can't…the guilt…it's just too much to bare."
"PLEASE! Please, you have too…I can't afford to loose my family."
Sian let out a low, sarcastic laugh, "Well, I think you just have."
Kevin and Molly's eyes and mouths widened simultaneously, the pair of them turning towards Sophie and Sian. They were speechless, especially Kevin, who was unable to lock eyes with his devastated, deflated daughter. He gulped, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
"H-How long have you…been standing there?" Molly eventually asked, appearing to be utterly staggered - and not to mention terrified.
"Long enough to know everything," Sophie said darkly. Fresh, salty tears pooled out of her eyes and down her cheeks, "So you better start fucking explaining."
Kevin ran his hand through his hair, "Soph…it's just…look, you're too young to-"
"HOW THE FUCK AM I TOO YOUNG, EH?!" Sophie screamed at the top of her lungs, approaching her father as she stepped down the stairs, "I'm seventeen. I think I know a lowlife cheat when I see one. I can't believe I ever called you 'dad' once upon a time. I can't believe you would just go off with some slapper - who's married to your BEST MATE, I might add - and have a disgusting little beast with her! It's despicable! I…I can't believe you'd keep this from us for THREE FUCKING YEARS! You thought you'd with away with it, didn't you?! That's why neither of you said a thing!" She took a sharp breath, allowing more tears to spill out, "You just make me sick! BOTH OF YOU MAKE ME SICK!" And, with that, she thrashed the door open and bolted out of the house, sobbing unmanageably.
"SOPHIE! Babe, come back!" Sian exclaimed, preparing herself to chase after the brunette.
"LEAVE ME ALONE, SIAN! I WANNA BE BY MYSELF!" Sophie bit back from outside, continuing to flee from the scene.
Sian whimpered, Sophie's remark causing her to tear up ever-so-slightly. It hurt her to think that Sophie preferred to run away rather than to sit down and discuss the situation, but that was simply how Sophie was. Always shooting off like a rocket. Nonetheless, Sian thoroughly understood that her girlfriend needed her space, especially in a time such as this. 'I'll find her after I deal with these two', she had thought.
"Look at what you've done," She scoffed, shaking her head in detestation, as her sadness morphed into exasperation, "You've absolutely crushed her. The pair of you. I hope you're happy. Five minutes ago, we were perfectly happy without the awareness of your 'dirty little secret'. You know she'll never get over this? Over what you've done? Having a child together, behind your spouse's backs? Sally and Tyrone deserve to know what their nauseating, false, supposed 'husband' and 'wife' having been up to behind their backs. Cos' Sophie won't let it slide. Neither will I, for that matter."
"You think telling them is the best option?!" Kevin bit back, "Well, is it?! It'll ruin our marriages, Sian!"
"I'd hardly even it call them marriages…when you love someone, you always stay true to them! Always! Like I do with Sophie! So tell me why you did it. Tell me. Were you both bored will Sally and Tyrone?! Needed a bit of spicing up in your inactive 'love lives'?! Then you fucked each other and 'sired' Jack-"
"That's enough!" Molly stepped in, "You can talk to me like that all you want, but don't you dare bring my son into it!"
"Why shouldn't I?! He's three quarters of the whole problem!"
"Sian, please," Kevin intervened, sighing deeply, "Just…just…look, don't start blaming Jack-"
"I'm not blaming the kid! I'm just stating the facts that you two can't bare to hear!"
"Just who do you think you're talking to?!" Molly screeched out, "You have no right or say on this matter! It's none of your business!"
"Hmm…let me think about that for a moment…oh, yes. You're Molly Dobbs, the irresistible 'page three stunner' who whooed the 'oh so sexy mechanic'," Molly gasped, utterly shocked by Sian's response, "Oh, and for your information, I have every right to say anything on this 'matter'. In case your pathetically idiotic brain hasn't interpreted it by now, I'm Sophie's girlfriend. Sophie - the daughter of the man you shagged, Molly. It gives me more right then you'll ever know," Her words were chilling and woeful, premeditated to induce wrongfulness towards the grown adults stood before her, "Now I've gotta go and calm Sophie down, wherever she's run off to. She's so distraught by all of this…and I don't blame her. You're both despicable. Absolutely despicable. I hope you know that." She spun around, and was about to proceed towards the stairs, when Kevin called out.
"I know I've got absolutely no right to say this, but…please…please, don't say anything to Sally, Sian…please, please, please don't say anything to her…" His eyes were clouded with tears, his voice ridden with desperation, in which sent sudden pang of guilt throughout Sian, "Please…think about what it'll do. I understand you're angry, especially because it's upset Sophie…you love her, and you'd do anything to make her happy. I get that. But…if you tell Sally, will it make Sophie any better? Sally…she won't want anything to do with me, nor will Tyrone with Molly…it'll destroy everything we've ever worked for together. And what'll follow after that? Arguments, divorce…Sophie won't want that, Sian. Think about what it'll do to her…to all of us. I only want what's best for her. And you do, too…don't you?"
"Fine, I won't say anything," Sian said, with slightly less aggression to her tone then beforehand. Kevin's miniature 'speech' (if it were) had marginally convinced Sian to keep 'schtum'. Relief washed over the hoodwinking adult's features before the blond continued, "But I'm not covering up for you two. I'm doing it for Sophie. Only, if she decides to say anything to Sally, then I'm not stopping her." She hurried out of the door, slamming it behind her.
A conscience-stricken Kevin was left in the room, gazing vacantly at the carpeted flooring. He was still astounded by the entirety of today's events, attempting to recover after the house's youngest residents had unveiled the truth. Nonetheless, he was grateful for Sian's change of heart (as well as thankful to himself for delivering his opinions in the direction of his daughter's girlfriend - if he hadn't done so, Sian may of not had second thoughts) towards the situation. For now, anyway. Molly, mean while, was exceptionally red in the face, furious with Sian's unnecessary judgements and affrighted by the future circumstances of her actions, in spite of Sian announcing that she wouldn't 'let the cat out of the bag'.