Vision of a perfect destruction

by Just-A-Little-Crazed

AU: Naomi has had visions ever since she was young, but what happens when she is plagued by a vision that leads her to question her life and leads her to someone who could be everything she never knew she was searching for?

4. Chapter 4

Hey Again Everyone…

This chapter took a little less time than the last one. Im gonna aim for an update a week and if I update more regularly it's a bonus lol.

I don't own Skins, the characters are not mine (except in my dreams and made up stories :P )

This chapter is from Emily's POV.

Yea I guess that's it. Hope you enjoy =]

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I open the front door as gently as I can, trying my best not to make a sound. All the lights are off but that doesn't necessarily mean no one is home. I walk around checking every room of my little house before settling in the bedroom. I relax a little, but still stay alert; my ears strained and ready to pick up the sound of the front door opening.

"Naomi"

I allow myself to say it out loud just once. It feels so smooth and easy the way it rolls off my tongue, I can't help wondering what it would sound like to say it if I were laughing or shouting, whispering or moaning.
I blush a little at the thought of the last one. Get a hold of yourself Emily, you have only just met this girl and will probably never see her again so you really shouldn't be thinking about moaning her bloody name. Besides it's not like even if she was interested you would ever be able to do anything about it.

I put my hands in my pockets and remove my phone, the single key and the piece of paper with Naomi's phone number. For a second I almost do the right thing and tear it up, throwing the pieces out the window or flushing them down the toilet, but I can't bring myself to do it. I run my fingers over the ink of her name.

Surely if I'm careful I can contact her and cover my tracks and not get found out, there would be no harm in it, she saved my life for Christ sake the least I could do is buy her a coffee.

Oh really? And what if you do get found out? What do you think will happen? Wasn't last week enough of a punishment? Do you really need another person that you have to make up lies to? That you have to keep a secret?
My brain continues a verbal war with itself. My forced logic fighting against my desire, what I've been made to think I should do versus what I want to do.

"I can do what I want!"

I sigh in frustration and then I freeze; I sit and wait for the fist or shouted abuse that occurs anytime I speak my mind and try to make my own choices. Of course it doesn't happen because I am still home alone. Growing up with an overbearing twin, and then running straight into a controlling relationship has crushed any part of me wanting to stand up or think for myself. But after meeting Naomi and what nearly happened in the park earlier I feel a surreal sense of self power. What's so wrong with me wanting to have another friend? I love Jay Jay but it would be nice to have a female friend too, one that I actually get to pick for myself.

With my mind now made up I quickly type Naomi's number into my phone and open a new message. Ok so I have gotten this far, so now what do I say? Play it cool Emily, you want this girl to like you…as a friend obviously. It takes four attempts before I write something I feel happy about sending.

E: Soooo…Rescued any more damsels in distress yet? Ex

For at least 15seconds I hesitate putting the 'x' at the end. I put it at the end of all my texts weather im texting my girlfriend, friends or sister so it should be ok right? Its not like it means anything, it's just a good way to end a txt.
But should you put it on the end of a text for a girl you have just met and are attracted to even though you shouldn't be? My brain chimes in. Before I give myself time to over think too much I press the send button.

Barely 2minutes pass before my phone beeps, my hands shake a little from excitement and nerves as I read her message.

N: No, I only perform one heroic action a day, so you got lucky. There is probably a cat still stuck up a tree somewhere thou…x

I can't help but laugh, I love the way the sounds fills up my room, it's been a while since the walls have heard my genuine laughter.

E: Well would a rescued cat offer to buy you a cup of coffee to repay your heroic deed? x

N: I don't know…maybe. Either that or bring me a dead mouse. X

I laugh again. I can imagine she has a very serious look on her face, almost like she is telling a joke without meaning to be funny.

Before I have a chance to respond my phone beeps twice, letting me know I have two new messages, who else could be texting me?

N: I would prefer to have a cup of coffee with you though…x

My heart suddenly starts beating faster after reading her text. She wants to see me again. She wants to see me again even after I knocked her on her ass and she had to save me from getting abducted. Fitch Charm wins again; I chuckle to myself before I allow logical thought to take over. Just because she wants to see me again, it doesn't mean she is interested. She is probably straight plus I have a girlfriend, whether I want to or not.
I check my watch and decide that even though I would love to text Naomi all night, I had really better wrap this up soon if I want to avoid getting caught.

E: Ok Cool…Well you free tomorrow? Say around 2pm at the Starbucks in the centre of town? x

A whole 5 minutes passes without a reply from her. 5 minutes is not a long time, but considering how quick her other texts have been it feels like forever. Was I too forward? Maybe it was too much suggesting the day, time and place? Have I managed to scare her off already? My phone beeps and I release the breath I didn't know I was holding.

N: Woah, you are certainly organized aren't you Miss Fitch? Tomorrow 2pm Starbucks. I will see you there x

I'm about to respond when I hear a key being put in the front door. Panic grips my body as my brain whirls around with all the things I need to do. I quickly grab the single key and the piece of paper with Naomi's phone number and feel around under the wardrobe until I find the small hidden ledge. I place the key and the phone number in my secret hiding place. I glance under the wardrobe to make sure the ledge isn't visible; I know it isn't but I still check just to make sure.

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs as I delete Naomi's number and our texts from my phone, part of me wants to keep them, the first proper planned contact between us but I know it's too risky. Just as the bedroom door begins to open I remember the other text. Fuck.

"What are you doing?"

I take a deep breath and try to compose myself before answering. Play it cool Emily, don't draw attention to yourself. I glance down at my phone and by some miracle I can see who the other text is from.

"N-Nothing, I just got a text from Katie is all"

"Oh really? What does that slag want now?"

I bite my tongue. Yea ok, Katie may be a bit of a slag, but that doesn't mean I will usually just stand around and do nothing about people bad mouthing her. Except I have learnt the hard way that sticking up for Katie or anyone that Mandy doesn't like, ends up a lot worse for me.

"I don't know, I haven't had a chance to read…"

Before I can finish my sentence Mandy has swooped over to me and grabbed my phone out of my hand. Thank god I decided to delete the Naomi texts, If Mandy had of seen them…I cant even bare to think about what would of happened.

Hey Emsy,

"What is she? Fucking five? Ugh."

Mandy begins to read the message aloud, her mouth pulled into a sneer as she mocks my sisters voice, going out of her way to make it high pitched and purposely over pronouncing a lisp, her voice only returns to normal as she adds her own fucked up commentary on the message.

Paris is super amazing, so many fit boys! Last night I met this hunky footballer named Sèbastiàn..

"Woah. Your slag of a sister actually bothered to find out a guys name did she? He probably isn't even a footballer, more likely works in Le McDonalds and only told her that to get his leg over!"

She laughs wildly at her own joke, as she turns to me I force my lips into a tight smile, her eyes glare at me challengingly, almost as if daring me to speak out. When I don't she turns back to the message.

I almost wish I didn't have to come back but I know you wouldn't be able to cope without me! See you in a few days. Love ya bitch xxxxxxxx

Mandy's fingers tighten around my phone, I can tell that my sister's text has pissed her off; I brace myself for the tirade to follow.

"Cant cope without her? Who does that bitch think she is? Why would you need her when you got me? Im the only one you need right? RIGHT?"

Her fingers let go of my phone and instead tighten around my arm, her nails are digging into my skin hard enough to leave indentations, but I know not to make a sound indicating my pain. There are times when she deliberately sets out to hurt me and wants to exert her power but I can tell this isn't one of them. I force myself to look her in the eyes as I let the lies flow from my mouth.

"Your…You're the only one I need"

Her fingers loosen slightly and I see her body relax a little. I don't know if she genuinely believes my words or she wants them to be true so much that she refuses to believe otherwise, either way it makes things simpler for me. I continue on and try to defuse the situation a little more.

"Katie is just jealous of how close we are"

She lets go of my arm and begins gently stroking my face, I search her eyes for a hint of malice or her earlier anger, upon finding none I allow myself a small smile at this seemingly genuine display of affection.

"Im going to go make a cup of tea. You want one babe?"

I'm not at all fazed by her mood switch or the change of discussion, I have learnt to adapt to it. Its not uncommon for us to be in the middle of an argument and her to switch to wanting sex, or her to be inconsolably upset one minute and then switch to happy and laughing the next. Her moods are like a rollercoaster, im just strapped in, unable to see the drops and turns till im going through them, the bar keeping me in to make sure I cant escape.

"Yea that would be nice thank you. I will be down in a minute"

After she has left the room and I can hear her footsteps descending the stairs, I pick up my phone and type a quick message back to Katie.

Hey Katie, Sèbastiàn sounds nice, just be careful ok? Can't wait to see you. Love you too. Emily xx

As I walk into the kitchen I can feel the atmosphere in the air, the mood has shifted again and I can tell it's gone to a place I am not going to like.

"Emily. Why is there no milk?"

Shit.

She begins opening drawers and cupboards, slamming them hard when she hasn't found what she is looking for.

"No eggs, no bread, not even any rice for the chilli YOU'RE supposed to cook tonight"

Double shit.

Where were all those things? Currently spread across a path in the middle of a park. Between nearly getting abducted and running for my life with Naomi I had totally forgotten about the fact I had been carrying shopping. For a second I contemplate telling Mandy the truth, she loves me right? She would understand and just be relieved I am unhurt. Yeah. Right up until I mention Naomi and then her mind goes from worry about my safety to anger about my betrayal. The betrayal she has concocted in her mind, her suspicion is the reason I have no friends except the ones she picks, the reason im not allowed out to any bars or nightclubs without her. If I mention the fact I met a girl while leaving the shop she wouldn't even let me go there on my own.

"Are you acting deaf or just stupid? What the fuck were you doing, because it obviously wasn't going to the shop. Or maybe I should be asking WHO you were doing?"

I don't even see her raise her hand, I just feel the searing pain as it connects with the side of my face. There is so much force behind it and it's so unexpected that I don't have time to brace myself for the blow. I stumble backwards, my back slamming into the doorframe. I collapse to the floor, my hand cradling my cheek as I stare at her in shock.

For a split second she also looks shocked by what she has done, there is a flash of guilt in her eyes and I almost expect her to run over to me apologizing. It quickly disappears back behind her fury. I should know by now that the 'sorrys' and 'it will never happen agains' don't happen till much later….

"Tell me who she is. Now"

She walks over and stands as close as she can, there is an evil glint in her eyes as she looks down at me. She lifts her foot and brings it down slowly onto the fingers of my hand that's resting on the floor. I let out a yelp of pain and she begins moving her foot from side to side, my fingers feel as though they are being crushed and twisted at the same time.

"Who. The Fuck. Is She."

She emphasizes the last word by putting more pressure onto my hand. Tears are streaming down my face, and I know that's exactly what she wants. She wants to exert her control, my pain and fear feeds her power.

"There is no one I promise. I didn't get a chance to go to the shop. I know I said about making chilli but I thought it might be nice instead to get a pizza and.."

Im struck by the thought of how easily I find it to make up and speak my false truths, I can't decide if it's a blessing or a curse.

I swallow hard and force myself to say the next bit of my lie.

"and a Dvd. I thought we could snuggle on the sofa and then have an early night"

I raise my head and look her in the eyes. I hope my eyes are filled with desire and love instead of the fear and repulsion I am currently feeling.

Her foot eases off my hand till it is barely grazing my fingers. So far so good, a little more coaxing and hopefully I will have managed to diffuse the situation without sustaining 'too much' pain.

"You're away tomorrow and maybe tomorrow night…"

"I told you I have to go! Jesus, what's with the clingy guilt trip bullshit?"

Her foot starts to press down again and I quickly remove my hand from my cheek and lightly grasp her ankle to stop her. I force my fingers to travel inside her jeans and up her leg, I then gently stroke the skin in what I hope is a seductive gesture.

"No No baby im not guilt tripping you, I will just miss you so much is all, so I thought we could have a nice night together tonight..and maybe you could do something to help me not miss you too much tomorrow…"

I let the sentence trail off and push the shudder aside at the thought of what I have just suggested and wink at her instead. Before I realize what is happening, she is straddling my lap, her lips on mine and her tongue roughly forcing its way into my mouth, her hands tangle in my hair as she pushes her body against mine. I kiss her back just as vigorously, hating myself for being repulsed by what she has just put me through but at the same time being turned on by what she is doing now.

My hand is throbbing as is my cheek, I need to get some ice on them to try and minimize the bruising and swelling before I see Naomi tomorrow. My stomach drops a little as I think of her, only the second time I will see her and already im probably going to have to lie.

I break the kiss and bring my mouth level with Mandy's ear.

"Why don't you go get the pizza and pick a dvd now so we don't have to interrupt things later?" I whisper before biting gently on her earlobe.

"ok"

She kisses me again before climbing off my lap and heading to the door. She turns and stares at me for a few seconds.

"Why do you make me do that to you?" she asks.

There is a hint of sadness in her voice and she is looking at me with pity in her eyes. My cheek must really look bad if she has decided to mention it. It's obviously going to take more than a bag of ice to fix. I choose to ignore her comment, im too tired to list all the reasons why her beating on me is actually my fault.

"Hurry baby, the sooner you go, the sooner your back. You don't want me to get impatient and start without you do you?"

I trail my fingers of my uninjured hand down my neck and let them disappear just inside the top of my shirt so they are stroking the top of my chest. She watches me for a few more seconds before turning round and hurrying out the door.

The minute the door slams I go and grab two bags of ice out the freezer; I place one on my hand and hold the other to my cheek. I wander to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror.

"1..2…3.."

I whisper slowly. As I get to 3 I remove the ice from my cheek. It's worse than I had hoped, my cheek is bright red and there looks to be a bruise forming just under my eye. With a lot of make up I can probably cover it tomorrow but it will still be visible, I will still need to invent a lie.

I close my eyes and see Naomi's face.

For the 1st time in a long time I wonder how I have let myself become one of those people, that lets the person that claims to love them, use their hands to beat them and then fuck them all in the same night.

Why is it only now that instead of questioning what I have done to make Mandy angry, I am questioning why I am letting her treat me this way?

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So this chapter is much longer than I originally intended, however once I started writing I couldn't stop lol. I ended it here because I wanted to put across the fact that even after just a brief meeting, Naomi is already making Emily re-evaluate her situation.

Please review if you like the story so far, also if you have any suggestions / criticisms. All feedback is appreciated!