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05.15am

Mum and Dad have gone to the Police Station to collect James. They are keeping him in for questioning, and keeping him detained for the time being.

Naomi and Gina have gone back home. I've promised to ring them with any news and updates, as soon as I find out. Gina wanted to go with them to the Police Station, but everyone agreed it was too big a step.

Dad eventually managed to convince Katie to get some sleep. He tried to influence me, but I can't sleep. Not like this. There is too much going on in my head.

I don't know what James has done, but it seems really serious. The police aren't letting him off lightly.

I decide to put an old DVD of American Dad on to try and take my mind off it, but it's hardly working. Certain words, phrases, or even characters remind me of Katie, James, and especially, Nay.

Despite my best efforts, I can feel myself falling, and without knowing otherwise, my head hits the side of the sofa, and I'm fast asleep.

"Katie…Emily…come here…come see your little brother." Mum was beaming. Her smile massive, and yet almost forced.

Dad was leaning over her, stroking the little tuft of hair from the blonde boy. "This is Jimbo. Your little brother." Dad smiles his strangely manic smile at Katie and I, before being dug in the ribs by Mum.

"It's James, Rob." She says sharply with a glance to the side of her.

"I prefer Jimbo." Dad mutters under his breath, but Mum still heard him. Even then she had the hearing of a bat.

"Yes well, I don't. It sounds like he's from dodgy estate in Warrington."

"Hey. I'm from Warrington." Dad says suddenly, just understanding what Jenna was getting at.

"I rest my case. Say hello to James, girls."

"He looks funny. Can I poke him?" Katie asked with a smiley giggle.

"No, you might hurt him. You can hold him. Would you like that?"

"No, he looks like a chicken."

"No, Katie. He's beautiful." Jenna tries to convince her.

"I don't think so. Come upstairs and play barbies with me, Emsy." Katie doesn't ask, she tells.

"But you broke mine…can I use yours?" Emily asks with more than a tinge of hurt in her voice.

"No. But you can watch me playing." Katie snaps.

It all makes a bit more sense. Mum not being pregnant, yet coming back with a little baby. I know we were young when he was born, so it's not surprising we didn't realise.

I awake sharply at my phone ringing, making me jump what feels like at least half a mile in the air.

Naomi calling

I pick up the phone, and answer, my voice still thick with sleep.

"You woke me. What's up…" I tell her firmly.

"We've….the house…it's been set on fire…and…broken into and all our stuff is everywhere and…god, Ems it's so bad…there is water everywhere, and mum's in tears, and I didn't know what else to do. Who else to call…"

My head goes into overdrive, and I'm reminded of thoughts in the past.

"Nay, I'm about ten minutes from your house…" I struggle to carry my bag, and hold the phone to my ear to talk to Naomi.

"You're nearly here?" Naomi questions.

"Yeah, I just got off the bus…" I tell her, avoiding the masses of people queuing for the bus.

"Hurry" She tells me harshly.

"I won't be long, baby."

"I can't wait to be with you…" Naomi says teasing.

"I can't wait either but…"

"I can't wait to fuck you…I can't wait for you to scream my name…" Naomi says seductively just to get a rise out of me.

"Naomi…stop."

"Why? You know I can't resist you, and I can't resist…that." I can tell she's smiling.

"Nay…god…you have to stop, because I'm this far from stopping, and getting my hand down my underwear right here."

"Hot…"

"Hot, and very public. Ten minutes."

"Can you be any faster?"

"If I run."

"Run then."

"I'm unfit. I'll be panting before long, and I most definitely won't have any energy left for later on." I add with a wink, before realising she can't actually see me.

Naomi sighs, before continuing. "Okay. Ten minutes, but I'm timing you."

"Love you, muffin."

"You too, cupcake."

I hang up the phone, and continue my journey, breaking into the occasional sprint, before cursing myself to really lay off the fags.

"Hear that? They're going to shag. Told you my sister was a lezza."

"Fucking mint. Nice one James."

"Why thank you, Gordon." James says, proud of his own actions.

"Lets follow her, and maybe we'll get to use the binoculars I stole from dad."

"It's my sister, Gord. I'm not watching." James says defiantly.

"Don't be a pussy, J-man. It's not your sister, it's a lezza. Think of it like that, your first lesson in the Gordon McPherson Lezza Appreciation Group; Lezza's are fit. End of."

9 minutes and 47 seconds later, I arrive at Naomi's to find her stood at her door, leaning on the wall with a watch in her hand. "Close one, Fitch."

"I try. Now, are you going to take me upstairs, or do I have to do this alone?"

"Excuse me?"

"You can't just get me all turned on, and then leave me. I've needs." I smile.

"Well, I'm not one to leave a woman in need." Naomi winks and leans forward for a kiss.

I pull away before her lips meet mine.

"Sorry…I just…keep getting the feeling I'm being followed, being watched. I've been feeling it since I got off the bus…"

Naomi turns around and has a look around.

"I can't see any-…actually. Don't look now, but there is someone in that bush…I can see them moving…wait…is that your brother?"

"What?"

I dart around quickly, and catch the tail sight of James back down the street at full pelt, Gordon hastily following him.

"Fucking perv."

"He followed you?"

"Yeah. His stupid friend Gordon's been hassling me every time he's around – telling me I'm only gay because I've not had the right man yet."

"Am I right to feel jealous?" Naomi pouts, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Of course. Although, you do realise it's not men I'm repulsed by? It's the equipment that comes with it."

"Hm. Suddenly not so much in the mood anymore." Naomi smiles at me.

"Me neither. Cup of Cocoa instead?"

"Defo."

"Em's…are you there?"

I snap out of my daydream to hear Naomi's voice getting worried, and frantic, and a little pissed off.

"Yeah, sorry…I er… you've been broken into?"

"It's not a bloody robbery though. Nothing has been taken so we can see. It's all just been…thrown around…and they set fire to the lounge, but the neighbours heard the noise, and called the police before it got too bad."

"James."

"What?"

"James…I think it was James."

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