Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 11
Author: kreia03
Rating: M
Warnings: Some swear words.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.
Summary: Meeting Madame.
A/N: I wanted to show Naomi's dad in a different light, not the shitty little prick he used to be. Hope you like this. ^^
Naomi's brow shot up at once upon witnessing the current state of her house. She slowly walked in, kicking the scattered rose petals that were getting on her way. She roamed her eyes around, her lips quivering with irritation at the sight of the chaotic living room. The mop was lying on the floor, the rug dangling on the rim of the basin, dripping. The couch seemed to have been moved from its place, as well as the center table. She blew an aggravated breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as she felt her temper nearly erupting.
"Emily!" She yelled.
Hearing nothing, aside from her echoes that reverberated inside the house, she went to check the kitchen, her teeth gritting when she saw the pile of unwashed plates from breakfast over the sink. She ran her fingers through her hair and tossed her purse on the counter. She could feel a fucking headache coming. She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and walked over to the fridge, her eyes spotting the note that was stuck in there.
Naomi,
Going out. Clark came. He says Madame needs to see me. Be back later.
Em xxx
She read the note out loud while her squinting eyes worked out the messy, scribbled handwriting, guessing that Emily must have been in a hurry. She quickly fished her mobile from her pocket and phoned the red head.
"Hello."
"Why is the house a fucking mess?" She blurted out a little too loud.
"Why yell?" Emily spat back on the other line. "I'll clean it as soon as I come back yeah?"
Naomi rolled her eyes. "Are you there yet?"
"Where?"
"The house."
"House? Whose house?" Emily asked, confused. "Who exactly is Madame?"
Naomi took a deep breath as her fingers flew to massage her forehead. "My mum."
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Emily smoothed her skirt as she stood in front of the huge wooden door, while Clark rang the doorbell. He offered her a warm smile, seeing the nervousness in her brown eyes. She threw him back a thankful smile, jumping a little as the door swung open suddenly. Revealing an elegant living room, her eyes marveled around, huge smiles falling on her lips at the sight of the many classic paintings hung on the wall. From the looks of the enormous house, she could guess that Naomi came from a very prominent family. This house though looked nothing like what the blonde preferred. It exuded elegance and antiquity, unlike Naomi's that was more of stylish and modernized instead. If there would be one similarity, it was that both this house and the blonde's were full of paintings. She slowly walked inside, eventually stopping to admire some of the paintings, like she was in a museum rather than a house, her eyes circling in awe at the beauty of the art works, some of them abstract, others themed. One particular painting caught her attention. A blonde little girl sitting on top of a black piano, her gaze fixed on the man who seemed to be pressing the keys. Emily moved closer, studying the art work carefully, an incognizant smile shaping in her lips as she felt some of the emotions portrayed by the painting. She lifted her hand, unable to contain herself and touched the precious painting.
"You like that painting love?" She jumped, turning around quickly at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. A middle aged looking woman with a warm smile greeted her. "I suppose you're Emily?"
The red head sheepishly nodded, already knowing that this was Naomi's mother. She could see a strike of resemblance between them, the blonde hair to name one. They had the same form of smile and the way their eyes squint whenever they beam were almost the same. It was like she was standing in front of an older version of Naomi, except that the younger Campbell was taller. Although she noticed that the older Campbell's eyes were of a different color. Hers was a light shade of green.
"I think that you probably now have an idea about who I am." The older woman said. "I'm Gina."
"Y-you're Naomi's mum right?"Emily stuttered nervously.
"Well yes, but you can call me Gina. Would you like a cup of tea?"
Emily nodded and followed Gina as they settled on the couch. She watched as the older woman called another lady and asked for two cups of tea, her heart beating faster as Gina turned and faced her.
"You should relax dear. I'm not going to bite." Gina said, placing her hand comfortingly on Emily's knees.
The red head blew out her breath that she'd been holding on since she came face to face with the older woman, a timid smile shaping on her lips as she relaxed a little.
"You must be wondering why I invited you here." Gina continued. "I've been wanting to meet you personally and I couldn't wait any longer. I must say the telly didn't lie. Indeed, such a beauty."
"Thanks." Emily muttered, feeling the hotness on her cheeks spread like fire as she started to blush. "It's alright to you that I'm a girl?" She couldn't help but ask.
"I just want my daughter to be happy, regardless of whom she chooses." Gina replied, giving the red head's knee a gentle squeeze. "She's been so alone for such a long time. I wouldn't even mind if it's somebody who grew out a third eye and tentacles." She chuckled.
Emily let out a soft laugh at Gina's words, making her relax entirely. She liked this woman, which made her wonder why Naomi wasn't as gentle as her.
"My daughter could be a bit of a twat at times though." The older woman said, pausing for a moment as tea came and she handed one to the read head. "I hope you could keep up with that. Please don't give up on her."
Emily nearly spluttered the hot tea she had just sipped from the cup upon hearing Gina's words. It took her off guard that the tea burned her throat and tongue as she tried to swallow quickly. "I'm kind of used to it." She replied, voice huskier than before because of the burning trail left by the tea. "It isn't that bad, really." She smiled and placed the cup on top of the table.
Gina smiled back, thankful. "I take it you like paintings?"
"Pretty much. I admire painters to be honest. They're just so good." Emily answered. "I can't even draw a stick figure straight."
The older woman laughed. "Some of us just weren't born to draw. Like me for instance."
"So you collect them instead?"
"Yes." Gina answered gleefully. "That painting you were looking at earlier is Naomi's favorite."
"It's a really nice painting. It's like, it's got lots of emotions in it."
"It was drawn by my late husband." The older woman replied with a sad smile.
"Oh, sorry." Emily answered apologetically.
"No worries love." Gina shuffled in her seat. "My husband was a painter. Most of the artworks you see here were his creations."
Emily's eyes grew wide with amusement. "Really? He must be very good then. These paintings are just amazing."
"Thank you." Gina beamed at her. "Did you know that Naomi-"
"Mum! Mum!" The older woman was cut off with Naomi scurrying in front of them.
"Naomi, it's nice to see you in here." Gina greeted instead. "We were just talking about you."
"I told you I'll introduce her to you right?" Naomi scowled. "Why did you have to drag her here?"
"I just wanted to meet her sooner. Since you're here already, why not stay for dinner."
"No mum. We're not staying." Naomi retorted. "Come on Emily."
The red head's gaze flickered from Naomi's irritated expression to Gina's disappointed face. She wanted to stay, to somehow please the older woman who had been nothing but nice to her.
"I said let's go Emily." Naomi cried out, even before Emily had made her own decision.
Emily shuffled to her seat and threw Gina an apologetic look. "I'll say bye for now. It was really nice meeting you." She felt her wrist being grabbed by Naomi's forceful hands, dragging her outside of the house. She peered over her shoulder and mouthed "See you soon." to the older woman before yanking her hand away from the blonde.
"Let go of me." The red head demanded. "What the fuck is your problem Naomi?"
The blonde didn't say a word and let go of Emily's hand as she made her way to the driver's seat of her car. She waited for the red head to hop in before flooring her Ferrari down the road.
Silence fell, which lasted for almost half of the trip on their way back home.
"What did my mother tell you?"
"Why are you being so hard on her?" Emily asked back, ignoring the blonde's question. "She's a really nice woman."
"She's a complete cow." Naomi spat.
"Like you aren't." Emily retorted. "If there's somebody being a cow it's you."
"What?"
"You should be nice to your mum. She's just concerned about you."
"Shut up." The blonde replied. Cold.
"Be nice or you'll regret it later." Emily continued. "You're lucky you still have a mum to take care of you."
"I told you to shut up right?" Naomi spoke between clenched teeth, her gaze flickering between Emily and the road.
"Listen when people are talking and don't just get mad!"
"What the fuck?" Naomi blurted out as she slammed her hand on the steering wheel. "What's with all these fucking advices? You're suddenly some wise woman or shit like that?"
"You should learn to take other's advice. There's a good reason why they give you one." Emily snapped. "Don't just listen to yourself and stop acting like a fucking twat."
Naomi's grip on the wheel tightened, her jaw clenching hard. She could feel her anger rising above her head. "I'm not in the fucking mood Emily."
"So you're the only one who has the right to be pissed off then?"
Finally losing her temper, Naomi suddenly wheeled the car further left, narrowly missing two cars that she had crossed, their angry honks filling the air. She skidded into a stop, not even bothered by the fact that they were on the main road. "Get out." She blurted out, throwing the red head a heated glare.
"What?" Emily snapped back, a look of utter disbelief showing in her face.
"You can babble by yourself all you want."
Emily could feel her teeth gritting against each other as she eyed Naomi with aversion. She unbuckled her seatbelt and marched out of the car, slamming the door shut as hard as she could. She watched as Naomi's car sped off without her, before letting out a strangled scream, her hands flailing in the air, her fingers curled into fists. It was still a long walk until the next bus stop and another long walk on her way to her house. She blew an exasperated breath, her lips quivering, and started the death march she was faced with.
As Naomi drove, she couldn't help but glance on the rear view mirror, the side mirrors as well, to check up on the red head she left on the road. She could see Emily slowly walking on the pavement until she finally disappeared completely from her sight. She ran her fingers through her hair, her jaw still clenched tight, when she finally decided to stop driving further. Taking a U-turn, she drove the car back to where she thought Emily could possibly be, only to find the pavement empty. She stepped out of the car and roamed her eyes around, searching for the red head. She looked for a good few minutes until she gave up, somehow convincing herself that it's Emily's fault that she got thrown out. If only she had shut up like Naomi wanted her to, there wouldn't be a problem. The blonde then went back to her car and drove straight home.
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Naomi glanced at her wristwatch and saw that it was almost eleven in the evening, yet Emily still wasn't home. Growing a bit worried, as much as she tried to deny it, she grabbed her jacket and ran down stairs onto the porch, looking for any signs of the red head. She paced back and forth as she waited, her eyes spotting the budding garden that she had never noticed before, or maybe she was just too busy to look around. She walked over and stooped down, her fingers tracing the blooming petals of the various kinds of flowers planted in there, an incognizant smile pulling up in her lips. She was hardly a fan of flowers, but these were just so beautiful. Her reverie was broken when she heard footsteps nearing, her eyes eventually spotting Emily who was almost limping, shoulders slumped down, looking all weary. She scrambled to her feet and sprinted inside that she almost slipped, although she managed to steady herself, and bolted in into her room. She leaned against the door as she caught her breath, dropping her body on the bed only after she had heard the door on Emily's room slam shut. She shuffled on her bed and shrugged out of her jacket, happy that she could finally go to sleep. Although she slept with an unexplainable guilt feeling that she somehow feels the need to make up to.