Bonjour my lovelies! My sincere apologies for this long delay but for my defence, I've been out of town for two weeks and I'm now staying at my parent's house, where the internet access keeps f***ing failing, making it impossible for me to upload the present chapter and to review chapters of some of my favourite fics. Anyway. Thanks to all of you for the reviews, alerts and all these other wonderful stuff, I kept receiving them during the last weeks and every time they made me feel a little lighter. Can I tell you something? You rock, every single one of you, I'll definitely never say it enough. :)
This chapter is my longest so far. It was supposed to be cut in two but I figured I owed you all, lovely bunch, something big because I made you wait. And because I love you. *blushes a bit*. So here we go...
Naomi's POV
The last three days have been truly wonderful.
Since Emily asked me to go to that Fitch family dinner with her, it seems we literally can't get enough of each other. I spent all my time at her apartment, her white limbs entangled with my own burning ones, unaware something else in the world existed apart from the movements of our bodies, sometimes agonisingly slow, sometimes unbelievably passionate.
In between those earth-shattering moments, we just talked. Both lying on our sides, facing the other, usually with Emily's hand stroking gently my hips while I traced absentmindedly the outlines of her perfect face. The face of my gorgeous and smart and confident lover.
Although, once or twice, I surprised this look in Emily's eyes, when she thought I wasn't paying attention. I can't quite say what I saw in there; an uncertain mixture of sadness, confusion, hope and fear. When I'd catch her gaze, she would just kiss me hurriedly or smile, but not one of her usual smile, not the one who brings this particular sparkle in her brown eyes and cute little dimples in her cheeks, no, a shallow one, completely fake. I felt as if she was always about to tell me something but decided against it every time, biting her bottom lip and avoiding my gaze. Once again, stop overanalyzing every single detail Naomi. Fuck's sake. You're probably imagining all of it, so don't screw up what you have with Emily.
Most of all though, those last three days spent with her made me realize how much Emily had been pretending to be someone else, or at least someone she's not entirely, for probably a long time. I compare the Emily I met at that party merely two weeks ago, seemingly fearful and shamelessly flirting with me with the one I've had the chance to discover since then. My Emily likes to sing pop songs in the shower, even though she has a horrible voice, well, obviously the huskiness of her voice is way beyond sexy but it doesn't change the fact she sings like hell, owes millions of bows for her hair, dreams of travelling all over Russia since she red Anna Karenina and says a little prayer of her own when she hears the sirens of an ambulance because she feels guilty to know some people are fighting for their lives while she's safely at home.
I'm breathless; before my eyes, Emily is slowly becoming more and more at ease with herself, through my loving touches, she's learning to know who she really is and mostly, she's learning not to hide it anymore. I love the fact that she feels comfortable enough to let me witness all of that because I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful.
I feel compelled to protect her from whatever made her that way in the first place; a scared little girl unaware of everything she's really holding inside that tiny frame. Emily's growing confidence is rubbing on me and this magnetic and irresistible attraction that keeps bringing us closer and closer feeds itself with the fact that our individual strength multiplie indefinitely when we're together. And as cheesy as all of this may sound, my sarcastic self doesn't find anything to say about it.
Today's the already famous Fitch family dinner, even more famous since it's not a simple dinner as Katie told me over a million times, but really a banquet in no other hotels than the fucking Ritz to celebrate their grandparent's fiftieth wedding anniversary. The Fitch family is obviously loaded and I'm starting to be a tad intimated since Katie makes it sound as if I was about to meet the Queen herself. Although when I think about it, I never knew the Queen's family name. For all I know, it could be Fitch. Ems did try to make me a general portrait of the members of her family but as good as I am in school, a naked teacher who is only wearing your own beret is nothing to help you concentrate on any other things that are not her perfect tits.
Suddenly, a loud knocking on my bedroom's door brutally brings me out reverie,
"Hurry the fuck up Campbell" comes the lovely voice of Katie "I told you I'd take care of your make up and if I wanna do something with you, we'd better start now!" And with that, she lets out a satisfied laugh and I can hear the sound of her heels, indicating she's probably on her way to terrorize another innocent human being. Fucking hell.
Reluctantly getting off my bed, I take a quick look at myself in the mirror. Ok, Katie's not wrong, I really look tired. Don't blame me though. It has everything to do with Emily's inexhaustible libido. God, Emily. Emily's breasts. Emily's hips. Emily's waist. Emily's finge-
"Fuck, Naomi, I'm waiting!"
You can count on Katie to have the perfect timing. I sigh, impatiently opening my door.
"Shit, I'm coming Katie, keep your vagina on!"
"I'll keep it on babe, but surely not for lezzas like you!"
Arriving in the bathroom, I can see that Katie's indeed ready; her unbelievably huge make up case is opened on the counter and she has the black eyeliner already in hands,
"Let's go Campbell, we have to leave in an hour and Effy's already dressed"
"Wait, is Effy like your non identical twin or something?" I reply, sarcasm dripping from my voice as I hop myself on the counter.
Katie gives me an intrigued look while gesturing for me to open my eyes a bit more.
"No, why?"
"Then why the fuck is she coming to that Fitch family dinner?"
"She's my date" answers Katie, her tongue between her lips, furrowing her eyebrows as she's obviously concentrating to carefully apply the eyeliner.
"The grand Katie Fitch didn't find someone to bring huh?"
Katie pulls away a bit, putting her hands on her hips.
"I think you'll be very pretty with eyeliner on only one eye. I hear it's the latest fashion."
As she makes a move to leave the bathroom, I grab her wrist, putting on my best beaten puppy look,
"Please, please, please Katie, I'm sorry, you're so pretty and I love you?"
Even if I know she's trying to hide it, I can see a smile creeping on Katie's face,
"Fine bitch, but that's only because you're dating my sister and like I want you to look fit."
What can you possibly answer to that?
A few minutes pass by, filled with Katie's impatient sighs due to my constant moving and fidgeting.
"Stop moving Campbell."
"I'm not moving!"
"You're so moving."
"It's just that I'm a bit-" I stop there, suddenly aware I'm about to share my insecurities with none other than Katie Fitch.
"Yeah?" Katie gives me a quizzical look before she starts to rummage in her makeup case again.
"I don't know, I guess I'm nervous, you know, because I'm meeting Emily's family and all..." I answer, looking everywhere but in Katie's direction. God this is so embarrassing.
Katie stops moving and I can feel her gaze fixed on me, waiting for me to look up,
"You really love her don't you?"
Woo. Not the reaction I was expecting.
I lift my head up, meeting Katie's gaze. I've never seen such a soft expression covering her features; for once, there's nothing but understanding and tenderness in her eyes, and I guess that if you look closely under her bitchy attitude, it's all there's ever been.
"Yes, I really do Katie." Yes. I do. I really fucking do. I love her. I'm in love with Emily Fitch.
Katie smiles, applying the final touches of my makeup,
"I'm glad you do, because I've never seen Emily happier. It's like she's glowing or something. Guess there's at least one Fitch girl who likes geeks." She winks before I even have time to protest. "Voilà Campbell!" Katie says, applying the last touch of lip gloss.
Turning around to face myself in the mirror, I must admit that she did an amazing job. Gone is my post- sexathon tired face, replaced by unbelievable smoky eyes that really underline the blue of my eyes. She also applied a bit of blush on my cheeks and a gorgeous pink gloss.
"Wow Katie, I've never look better, and hotter for that matter. Thank you!" I say, turning around to give her a quick hug and I can't help to think about how she feels like Emily.
"Now go get dressed, we're leaving in twenty minutes and I'll make you run behind the cab if you're not ready by then!"
OOOOOO
Arriving at the Ritz after a cab drive where Katie kept wondering out loud if it was weird to shag someone at a party thrown for your grandparents, answer: yes, and where Effy didn't do anything but blow her fag smoke out of the window, I, of course, was squeezed in the middle, we get out of the car and I instantly lose Katie who fucks away God knows where; I just have time to see her entering the hotel at light speed to greet some girls I don't know. Thanks Katie. Awesome. Turning around, Effy is nowhere to be seen, once again demonstrating her disturbing ninja skills when it comes to disappearing without a sound. Founding myself alone in front of the hotel's entrance, I start to feel a bit nervous, seeing I don't recognize a fucking face here and, most of all, I can't seem to be able to find Emily. Making my way toward the entrance and into the lobby, I realize how a lot of people are obviously here to attend the Fitch's fiftieth reunion as it is called on a huge cardboard at the entrance. Frantically searching for my phone in my small silver clutch, I hear a throat clearing behind me,
"Can I help you with something Miss?" I turn around, facing a good-looking bloke wearing a white shirt and black pants, with a name tag that says Brandon. One of the hotel employees I guess. Or maybe Emily's grandma has like Alzheimer and we all have to wear one of those. Or not Naomi.
"Erm well I'm attending the Fitch family dinner" I reply, gesturing nervously towards the cardboard "and I'm waiting for my-" Girlfriend? Lover? Nymphomaniac redhead? Finally deciding on friend, I look back at Brandie, haha, but he's not even acknowledging my presence anymore, looking passed me at something I can't see, his mouth slightly opened.
Turning around, I see that what he was looking at was none other than Emily, my Emily who's now walking towards us, her hips swaying in such a sexy way it should be forbidden, all gazes fixed on how radiantly gorgeous she's looking right now. Glancing sideways at fucking Brandon, I can see he's practically eye-fucking her, passing a hand through his hair, probably ready to serve her some of his lame pick-up lines. Not so fast tosser, Naomi Campbell was there first.
Emily is wearing a pearl grey strapless dress that's so fucking tight you could swear someone sewed it directly on her amazing body. Maybe not that appropriate for a party involving people over sixty but fuck me she never looked so hot. In a non slutty way obviously. To complete this already mouth watering outfit, Emily opted for deep blue stilettos, huge silver earrings, dark make up and her perfectly straightened red hair are hanging loosely around her creamy shoulders, with a small quiff just as I like them the most. Why the fuck is she doing with me?
When she arrives in front of me, I'm wrapped up in this familiar Emily scent, a subtle and intoxicating mixture of vanilla, soap and cherry that instantly brings a warm smile on my lips.
"Hey you" Emily whispers, and fuck me I keep forgetting how turned on the simple husky tone of her voice can make me in a matter of seconds.
"Hey" I reply, purposely biting my bottom lip in the way that I know drives her crazy.
Emily's pupils dilate, the rich brown of her eyes replaced with the unmistakable black of lust and desire. Once again, for a second, I can't help to be amazed at the power we have on each other, how effortlessly she can make me completely hers and how I just know she's mine when she looks at me like that. This, us, it's overwhelming really, but I'll always keep begging for more because I've never felt so high on love. On life. On passion.
She's leaning towards my ear and I can feel her body getting dangerously closer to my own, making me shiver uncontrollably before her throaty voice fills every corners of my blurry mind,
"I need you to fuck me Naoms, I want you to so badly it's driving me fucking insane" she whispers slowly, brushing my arm with the back of her hand.
At those words and under her simple touch, the sudden heat in my center is so fucking intense I have to back up a bit or else I swear I'm going to take her right here, in the middle of that crowded lobby. And I don't wanna spend the night in jail. Although, Emily, me, in a cell...I'm starting to like that idea. Looking at Emily with incredulity and lust plastered on my probably flushed face, she flashes me an innocent smile before turning her attention to a smiling Brandon, whom I completely forgot the existence in the past couple of minutes.
Clearing his throat, again, Brandon gives Emily what I guess is supposed to be an irresistible smile before extending his hand, visibly waiting for her to shake it, but she's not having any it, crossing her arms and giving him an amused look. This is going to be fun.
Surprised, Brandon retracts his hand but doesn't give up,
"Hi babe, I'm Brandon, what's your name?"
Emily gives me a sideway glance and I have to suppress a small giggle, "It's Emily, babe"
Obviously misinterpreting Emily's more than sarcastic tone, Brandon lets out a small laugh before taking a step towards her, putting his dirty hand on Emily's arm. Opening my mouth to protest, don't mess with me Brandon, everyone knows that any angry Naomi Campbell can be pretty violent and I'm wearing heels tonight so how does a shoe thrown at your sorry face sounds like?, Emily gives me another reassuring look before looking back at him,
"Yes babe, what is it?"
"Well, I'm off in an hour and as an employee of this hotel, I have a card that gives me access to all the rooms here. What do you say Ems, you and me, getting to know each other?" suggests Brandon, wiggling his eyebrows in such a Cook alike way I'm starting to wonder if they're not related.
"Sure, but I'll have to ask you some questions first, ok?" replies Emily, and I know just by the way she looks at me that she has something in mind.
Surprised at how easily Emily agreed, Brandon winks, nodding forcefully.
"First, are you a med student?"
"Erm, no"
"Do you have gorgeous blond hair and blue eyes that I keep seeing when I close my own eyelids?"
Furrowing his eyebrows, I can see that Brandon is starting to wonder about the crazy girl that's standing right in front of him but can't seem to see he has brown hair and green eyes,
"N-No"
"Are you kind, smart, hilarious, confident, generous, strong?" continues Emily, now unaware of Brandon's growing confusion, her eyes locked with my own, both overflowing with love and adoration.
"Hum, I guess so..." he replies, his eyes going to Emily and me and then back to Emily, not sure to understand where he stands in the middle of this improvised love confession.
"Can you see who I really am by simply looking at me?" Emily takes a step towards me and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest because, finally, finally, Emily's shell has cracked open, and I don't give a fuck that she's doing it in front of a complete stranger because with Emily, it's always just the two of us. A worldproofed Naomily bubble.
Nodding slowly, I close the gap between Emily and me. Cupping her face with my hands, our lips finally meet in a tender kiss, filling each other's body and soul with all the feelings that are connecting us in every way possible. Emily's warm hands sneak behind my neck but neither of us deepens the kiss because this time, it's not about lust. This time, it's about surrendering to something that's bigger than both us had ever imagined it would be.
After what seems like a perfect little eternity, Emily breaks the kiss and smiles at me, her brown eyes sparkling,
"Let's go Naoms, dinner will start in a minute and I want you to meet my grandparents!"
Intertwining our fingers together, Emily turns back to look at a now dumbfounded Brandon and gives him little reassuring smacks on the arm,
"A piece of advice dear; find someone who looks exactly like me but doesn't wear the same dress and I assure you this is your shag for the night."
And with that, Emily gently tugs me towards what seems to be the dining room while I give Brandon a last triumphant look. Mouhahaha.
OOOOOO
When we arrive at dessert, I already met Emily's whole family and I must admit that, apart from some exceptions, they're all very nice people. Emily's father gave me the impression that even though he's the one owning the gym equipment company, he isn't really the one pulling the strings; that is obviously Jenna Fitch department. Despite all the things Emily told me about how her mother acted during the past years, especially concerning her sexuality, Jenna seems to like me. Ok, my popularity rate seemed to have reached the sky when I told her I would become a doctor but still. People's attitude always changes when you tell them, but believe me that doesn't make us gods, far from that. I also met Emily and Katie's little brother James and let's just say that he, for his part, was very pleased to meet my cleavage. There's also been a bunch of cousins from ages two to thirty, Rob has three sisters and three brothers, a drunken uncle who told me I should marry one of his friend named John Watts, so then I'd be Naomi Watts, get it? I know, flipping hilarious this is, one of Emily's aunt who's a doctor and kindly offered me to spend a day with her at the surgery unit if I wanted to and even two horrible Chihuahuas named Barbie and Diamond that belong to one of Emily's aunt who flew directly from Los Angeles to be here today.
Although, my two favourite members of the big Fitch Family are definitely its older protagonists, Frank and Vivien, Emily's grandparents. They spent the whole dinner sitting next to each other, peacefully looking at their children and grandchildren or smiling to one another, Frank's hand gently lying on top of Vivien's. I didn't really get the chance to talk to them but I already know I'd love them. Emily told me they met when they were sixteen and they have been together since then, remaining strong even though Frank once cheated on Vivien a long time ago. I'd love to have that someday, a big family to be proud of with my wife, looking back at what my life has been to only find a big smile on my lips. And thinking, I can't help to imagine what it would be like to spend my life with Emily. No doubt it'd be amazing. Fucking perfect really.
Feeling the urge to just look at Emily, I realize that she's not sitting beside me anymore and that I must have been starring a creepy amount of time at her grandparents because Vivien is now looking at me with an amused expression. Furiously blushing and flashing her a rapid smile, I get up and make my way in the crowded dining room, now full of little groups of people chatting, muttering endless Excuse me while I try to find where Emily disappeared. At the back of the room, there are two doors and behind them I can hear children shouting and screaming and that's when I notice that, indeed, the main room is now mostly full of adults. Gently opening the doors, I enter a very bright room, smaller than the dining room but still huge, full of different toys, games and there's even a small bouncing castle. Wow, and there I was thinking the clown with his donkey at my ninth birthday party was cool.
Leaning on the doorframe, I suddenly notice Emily's in there, surrounded by some of her youngest cousins and playing with them a game I don't recognize. They're all laughing, tugging on Emily's dress to get her attention and Emily is listening to each of them, gently smiling. Behind her, a cute little boy gets on her back, gripping her shoulders, obviously asking for a piggy-back ride. Emily lets out a throaty laugh, oh god that's sexy, and, getting up, starts to run around the room, still not noticing me, the little boy screaming with joy on her back while she's making plane noises. Finally, she puts him back on the floor and immediately after, there's a small line of children in front of her, all asking for their own piggy-back rides.
"No no" answers Emily, smiling while she ruffles the hair of another boy with big curly hair, "let's play another game will you?"
"Come on Emsie, it's not fair! How come Adam gets one and we don't? Am I not your favourite cousin?" asks a girl with beautiful blonde hair, her hands on her hips, and I can't help to think that this one is with no doubt related to Katie Fitch.
When I let out a small laugh, Emily finally notices my presence and my whole body warms instantly when I see in her eyes that particular spark that's only for me.
Looking back to the children, Emily claps once in her hands,
"Okay guys, I'm gonna go see my friend Naomi and after that will play a game of hide and seek, all right?"
The children all cheer and with one last smile to them, Emily is by my side. She's radiant, her hair a bit messy, her cheeks a bit red, and I can't help to think at how beautiful was the sight of Emily surrounded by children, playing with them and totally forgetting for once that to the rest of the world, she's supposed to be fearless and confident Emily Fitch.
Her hand comes on my arm, rubbing it up and down and I must have looked a bit distant because she now has a concerned look on her face,
"Are you okay Naoms?"
Blinking, I look at her, taking in for the millionth time how gorgeous she is,
"I love you" The three words stumble out rapidly, surprising me probably even more than Emily. What the fuck Naomi? What the fucking fuck was that?
I know Emily's starring but I can't bring myself to look back. Deep down I know that she feels the same, and that there's nothing to be afraid of, but there's always this fear of rejection, fear that you're going too fast for the other or that, along the way, you misinterpreted something.
"Naomi?" Emily's voice is soft. "Naomi, just look at me."
Looking up to lock eyes with her, a heavenly feeling of plenitude spreads through my whole body. The answer is right there, in these deep pools of brown I keep gladly drowning in. She loves me, just as I fucking love her.
Emily cups my cheek with her hand and I instinctively lean in,
"I love you too Naomi Campbell."
Fireworks explode.
Those were the only words I ever needed to feel complete.
Before I even have time to answer or do anything, bring her somewhere and make love to her like never before for example, the same little boy that had the piggy-back ride, Adam, comes behind Emily, tugging on her dress once more,
"Are you ready now Emsie?" he asks shyly but firmly.
Emily gives me the brightest smile I've ever seen and turns back to give a kiss on her cousin's forehead.
"Sure babe."
Making her way towards the other children that were impatiently waiting, Emily clears her throat,
"I'm gonna count to a hundred and after that, you better watch yourself little monsters because there's gonna be no mercy! The whole first floor is reserved for us so these are the limits. If you cheat, well, too bad for you, you'll stay hidden for a pretty long time!"
With that, the children start to run out of the room, screaming and laughing. A tiny little girl appears in front of me, her face flushed from all the running,
"You can play if you want Nomi. I'm Alice."
"Nice to meet you Alice. I'll be glad to play!"
Alice smiles and starts to run again, in search for the perfect place to hide.
Before I leave the room myself, Emily takes me by the wrist and spinning me around, she lets her lips linger on my own, without really touching them. She's such a bloody tease.
"You better be in a bedroom when I find you Miss Campbell." She winks and shouts "I'm starting to count now!" before turning around, her hands covering her eyes.
Laughing, I get out of the room through another door, not the one that gives in the dining room, and end up in the lobby again. Looking around me, I don't really know where to go, that's not like I ever planned to play hide and seek at the Ritz Hotel. Finally, I decide to make my way in the hallway at my left.
After numerous corners and changes of directions, I'm definitely lost and without a place to hide for that matter. Emily is probably done counting by now so I'd better hurry the fuck up. Okay, I'm taking this game way too seriously. Opening a random door that has no number on it, meaning it's probably not a bedroom, I end up in a very small room, more like a cupboard actually, that contains numerous cleaning products on shelves , brooms and a huge vacuum cleaner. Hum, maid closet. That'll have to do. Carefully entering it, I close the door, making it impossible to see my own hand in front of my face because, of fucking course, there's no light in there.
Thirty minutes later. Still no Emily. Still in the closet. And for once, it's literally speaking.
Christ, I'm too old to play hide and seek anyway. I should just get out with the tiny bit of dignity I have left and go back in the grown-ups dining room. Yeah, that's it.
Getting up from the floor where I was sitting, I stretch up a bit and, putting my hand on the doorknob, I'm about to get out when I hear voices coming in my direction. I smile, instantly recognizing Emily's husky voice. I think I know the other voice, I've heard it somewhere before but I can't quite say when.
Finally, their voices become pretty distinct as I assume they stopped walking and are probably standing right the other side of the door. Should I make my presence known? I can't possibly listen, that's just cree-
"What the fuck are you doing here Freddie?" comes to me the voice of what seems to be a pretty upset Emily. Ha. That was Freddie's voice.
Freddie lets out a small laugh, "I work for your father now remember? One of his best employee. Plus, I'm your best friend right? It was just normal for him to invite me when I met him on Thursday."
I hear Emily sigh loudly,
"Ok, whatever. What did you want to talk to me about?"
I guess Freddie shows Emily some kind of document because I hear a sound of creased paper,
"Jenna gave me that for you."
Few seconds pass by, and I can literally feel the tension between the two of them through the closet's door.
"I don't want it Freddie" Emily seems back to being angry, her voice shaking, and I can guess by the way she speaks that she's clenching her teeth. What the fuck is going on?
"Why the fuck no? You changed Emily, not two weeks ago all you could talk about was how London was shit and how you wanted to just fucking leave and now that we have what we wanted, you're just going to ruin everything? I'm still your friend Emily but that girl Naomi really changed you" Freddie's tone is bittersweet.
Emily sighs again,
"She didn't change me Freddie, she found me, fucking rescued me really." She's speaking softly and even though I know I shouldn't be listening to this conversation, I put my ear right on the door to hear Emily better.
"Come on babe, now that we have the money, that girl doesn't mean anything." The money?
"Listen Freddie, just keep the money, I don't fucking care anymore."
"Emil-"
"But please, don't tell anything to Naomi, it'll break her and I'd like to avoid that at any cost." Emily's voice is now no louder than a whisper, almost pleading.
Freddie scoffs in disbelief, and I hear a loud bang on the wall at my right when he probably hits it with his fist, apparently furious,
"Fuck you're such a fucking bitch. I help you and that's all I get in return?"
"Listen I-"
"Shut up!" cuts Freddie, almost shouting now. I want to get out to protect Emily but I feel rooted to the floor, unable to make a move. "You seduced Naomi, she even fucking loves you, your mother is literally in love with her, she gives you the money just as she told you she would do if you ever brought back a decent girl. Everything works fucking perfectly and here you are, screwing up everything!"
Freddie keeps yelling at Emily but I don't understand what he's saying anymore, my mind suddenly blurry from the unbearable pain that erupted in my chest. Emily used me? All of this, us, her, it was all fake? I have to hold tightly to one of the shelves, my knees weak and my heart pounding loudly in my ears. This can't be true. There must be an explanation to all of this. Aware that on the other side of the door Freddie stopped screaming, I hear Emily's worried voice,
"I know that was the plan Freddie" That's it. I have to get out of that fucking closet. I'm suffocating. The girl I love fucking betrayed me. Abruptly opening the door, I take two steps forward, blinking at the light seeing I spent almost forty minutes in complete darkness. The colours in Emily's face disappear completely, and she's so white I could swear she's about to faint. But I don't fucking care anymore. Her eyes are wide open, panic clearly written in them. Turning my head a bit to look at Freddie, he maintains my gaze, one hand in his pocket and the other still holding the check, an unreadable smile on his face.
"N-N-Naomi" stutters Emily, her voice shaking "what are you doing here?"
"We were playing hide and seek remember?" I'm surprisingly calm, not letting the destruction that's occurring in my body at that very moment show through my attitude. I'm crumbling from the inside but I'm certainly not going to let them know that.
Emily seems taken aback by my coldness because she blinks rapidly and looks to the floor. She's probably hoping I didn't hear anything.
"Look at me" I'm not shouting but my voice is firm. It's a fucking order; I need to look in her eyes, to see that she doesn't love me, that she never loved me.
Emily looks up, and I can see two big tears slowly making their way down her cheeks,
"I can't believe you did this Emily. You ruined everything." I remain calm, even though I can hardly breathe.
Emily takes a step towards me, her eyes pleading for me to listen to her,
"Naomi, I-I wanted to tell you"
"But you didn't, did you, hun?" I almost spite the last word at her face.
Emily's face crumbles and, putting a hand before her mouth, she lets out small sob. Tears are now flowing freely from her eyes, her tiny frame shaking,
"Please Naomi, please just listen" Her voice is pleading and she tries to touch my arm but I take a step back. I will not be able to handle it.
"I don't care what you have to say. I just don't ever want to see you again."
My voice cracks on the last words, and I can feel a lump forming in my throat. Emily starts to sob violently as I turn on my heels, needing to get the fuck out of this hotel. Before I reach the end of the hallway, I look back and I see Emily on the floor, I can hear her sobs as Freddie obviously tries to comfort her. Suddenly, she looks up and our eyes lock, one last time. It hurts so fucking much, I start to run towards the exit. She doesn't love me.
Finally out in the streets, I continue to run as fast I can in the direction of my apartment, pushing many people as I do so. Some of them protest, I don't care. She doesn't love me. Don' they feel it, the pain that's crushing me into tiny, useless pieces? Don't they fucking feel it?
Arriving at my apartment, I fumble in my bag to get my keys and head directly to my bedroom. I feel like I'm about to throw up.
On my bed, I notice it, just innocently lying there.
One of Emily's little bow.
She doesn't love me.
All of a sudden, it hits me with so much force I just crumble on the floor, my knees weakening and I start to sob uncontrollably. I've never cried this hard in my entire life. The sound of my sobbing fills the quiet apartment, resonating everywhere, wrapping me up in my own misery.
She doesn't love you Naomi.
Kinda depressing, I know. But we all knew Emily and Freddie's evil plan had to come out sooner or later... I'll start to update more regularly again so you won't have to wait that long for chapter 11! Hint: more angst to come... loads of it actually so be there! MASSIVE HUG everyone!