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Chapter 12 – Wrathful Remorse

Emily:

Being hung over on a Monday morning is shit enough without the startling prospect of facing your boss, whom you fucked for a good day and a half; and the girl who owns your heart...and, just so happened to witness you almost fucking your boss up against a wall! So, that was complicated, but you get the gist...Monday's are shit, but this one in particular is going to be a whole lot cunting worse.

I had gone out on Friday with the best of intentions, a few drinks with Effy and Katie, possibly a dance with a ferociously gorgeous girl and then home to deal with missing Naomi in peace. But that had all gone tits up from the start, everyone had fucking disappeared on contact with alcohol and I was left to drown my sorrows alone. That was where Karen had come in, already drunk off of her face and obviously high on something, she dragged me out for a dance, hands wandering everywhere, eyes locked on each other and just kind of drawing me in. What! She might not be Naomi but she has fucking nice eyes, and legs, and well...a rather hot toned body to boot. She bought me drink after drink and we ended up sharing more than a kiss in the bathroom before taking our party back out onto the dance floor. I was far too fucked to care who was looking, but it was heated and when I finally managed to remove myself from her for the briefest of seconds...my world crumbled all over again.

Naomi had been fucking watching, just stood there staring at us attack each other with passion for god knows how fucking long, and then was dragged away by some guy who wasn't even her cunting 'boyfriend!' I tried to find her, but walking in high heeled black boots when you have had enough alcohol to knock out a horse is not easy. In the end I just collapsed into one of the booths and started to cry, tears over losing her again and tears over the look of complete jealousy on her face. She was fucking jealous, but I am almost certain she was still denying it all. Karen had found me again, head in hands, tears streaming down my cheeks and she had just wrapped her arms around me. For even the briefest of seconds she made me feel as though I was the most important person in the world, almost as though no one else existed and that...well...she made me feel beautiful!

In my drunken stupor, that was the only excuse that I needed and before I knew what the fuck was happening we were ripping at each other's clothes before doing the naughty between the sheets...for the entire of Saturday and most of Sunday morning. Loo breaks and a few trips to the kitchen for drinks and food omitted of course, I just couldn't help myself...shallow I know, but you try ignoring a ridiculously hot girl waiting for you between heated sheets. I know it's a cliché but I was thinking of Naomi every time Karen touched me, every time she kissed me all I could see was the sparkling blue eyes of the temptress I couldn't forget. Karen was a simple distraction; I guess she was just kind of in the right place at the right time.

The walk to work didn't take long enough and before I knew what exactly had hit me over the weekend; I was facing the nerve wracking experience of walking into the warehouse in the knowledge that whichever way I played this...I was fucked. I managed to avoid throwing coffee all down me and took my rather groggy self to sit down next to an even groggier looking Katie. She kind of smiled up at me through strategically placed sunglasses, before returning her attention to watching JJ resume fiddling with the photos from the shoots on Friday. Katie looked fucking brilliant. Portraying just the right amount of pain and suffering that one would associate with losing something or someone that you know you could absolutely not live without. It was nice to see that even after mine and Naomi's slight breakdown; they were still able to get some serious work done. I sipped my coffee gently, waiting for the inevitable conversation to erupt between us. Katie was far too fucking nosey for her own good sometimes, but at this moment I was actually looking forward to talking it through, might allow me to make a little more sense of the whole damn thing.

"So...where did you disappear to then bitch?" I had to hold back a smile at how predictable Katie was, even without using the whole twin telepathy thing; she was so easy to read.

"I really can't remember much just, um...fucking Karen..." If Katie's eyes had popped further out of her head, they would have fallen to the floor and ran away from this entirely fucked up situation that I found myself in. Her chin hit the floor and I could actually see the cogs turning, even through the gaudy sunglasses that were attempting to provide some shelter from the fluorescents, working out just exactly what I had just told her.

"Um...you were fucking what? Karen...as in our boss...you dozy fucking cow!" I couldn't tell whether she was being seriously angry or not, however the smile seemed to suggest she didn't really care as long as I didn't fuck things up for her.

"Before you say anything...it just kind of happened, we're not serious or anything..." I don't know why I thought I needed to offer my twin sister clarification on things going on in my own life. But it was hopefully going to stop any more prying questions that would make me squirm under the memories. She attempted some kind of smile, it was more of a silent reassurance really, letting me know that I wasn't going to be attacked by witty responses or a slap, which was a slight relief.

"Just be careful, you stupid fucking lezzer..." Ah, Katie Fitch, she really was a complete twat sometimes but at least she made me grin from ear to ear just by being her annoying cuntish self. I did love her though...most of the time. The smile faltered slightly as I realised that talking it all through made nothing any better and that Karen was still very much a big part of my future now, however this fucking charade panned out. Katie looked away as I was removed back into my own brain, she returned to watching JJ and of course the photos of her good self, leaving me with my own thoughts, slightly smiling and still watching the door for any signs of blonde that were to come flashing my way.

The photo shoot for today was pretty much planned, the fifth circle was wrath. It was really another excuse for Katie and me to attack each other, unless Naomi wanted to join in the assault on me, something I was all too sure she would. You really can never go wrong with fake blood and choreographed violence, it just looked so perfect on film and once again it was nice to just pretend to hurt one another. It didn't take long for the makeup person to arrive and start smothering me in the distinct coldness of the red gloop that was fake blood. It may look really good, but it is fucking itchy.

Time dragged on, gradually my headache got slightly better and I was able to maintain focus for more than a few seconds before drifting off into my own little hung over world. Naomi was still nowhere to be fucking seen, and with each moment that passed I got more and more worried that something had happened. We started the shoot without her, Katie and I gouging, prodding, biting and just basically kicking the shit out of each other, we were the 'wrathful' fighting on the surface of the river Styx, that as soon as she made the appearance I was waiting for, Naomi would be sullenly drowning in. The fifth circle is when Dante starts to grasp the idea that the things we do in our lifetime alter what happens after we die, he starts to see just how any non-repented sin will be punished in the afterlife. JJ kept exclaiming that the on-lookers would be already starting to get it, yelling that everything was so 'beautifully messy' and going on and on about just how 'amazing it was to be involved in the whole thing.' I wasn't really concentrating on much, the blonde that I wanted so much to be drenched in still wasn't here and I had that stupid niggling feeling in the back of my still clanging brain that I was forgetting something.

Fake blood was the hardest thing to get off in the fucking world, I swear if I scrubbed any harder I would bleed for real. My arms were a vague shade of maroon, and the odd boldly red line was decorated past the few freckles I had here and there.

"Fuck sake..." I tried desperately to get it off of the back of my neck, but it was fucking impossible, I was going to look like Hellboy for the rest of my life. I jumped a little as I saw the door to the toilets open, but all the feelings of resentment and vague fear disappeared when I saw her reflection smiling a lost smile at me.

"Need a hand?" Naomi walked over until she was standing so close behind me I shivered as the cold resonated off of her, I could smell the mixture of cigarettes and her perfume wash all over me and I had to do everything in my power not to collapse as her hand encased mine for the briefest of moments before she took the cloth. Fuck me; was it going to be this crazy just being near her every time? The only movement I managed was a brief lick of the lips as she bent past me to dip the cloth in the sink before returning the sensation to my now heated skin. My heart jumped every time her fingertips accidentally brushed against my shoulder blade which was completely bare; actually I was completely fucking naked other than my girl boxers and a well placed towel. Christ. I just watched her eyes glance over my body, not entirely sure whether I was imagining it or not; but she seemed to grace my arse with a good few seconds of wide mouthed staring. She looked as though she had been crying, a lot, and I found myself unable to ask her what was wrong...actually I couldn't fucking speak at all, I froze under the combination of her effortless touches and her continued wandering eyes.

So we just stood there in silence, me watching every movement she made against my skin, listening to every warm breath escape her lips and settle gently on my skin for the briefest of moments. I was clenching my hands so tightly I could hear my quickened pulse as she reached past me, one arm either side of my shuddering frame, plunging her hands into cold water and resting her chin carefully on my shoulder as she did so. Fire raged under the contact, I was completely dizzy and fell backwards slightly into her, but she just steadied us both and pushed me back until I could feel the entire front of her body against my spine. Jesus, I was fucking wet just feeling her body against mine through clothes, still watching as she studied the stains on my now flushed skin and moistening her flawlessly kissable lips before speaking.

"You're really fucking beautiful, you know that?" I couldn't breathe, my heart had actually lost all ability to function properly and I felt slightly fucking faint. Her eyes met mine in the mirror and I was lost instantly, I couldn't even bring myself to smile at her, I just stared and fell head first into her beauty all over again. I could spend my entire life in her eyes, I wanted to spend my entire life with her but there was just the niggling problem of her boyfriend.

"Hey babe..." Fuck...so there was the niggling problem of her boyfriend...and his fucking sister. Karen bundled her way past Naomi, pulled me around and crashed her lips against my own. The force of the kiss took me by surprise and I almost dropped the fucking towel at just how eager she seemed, her fingertips were running all down me, attempting to replace the heated touch where Naomi's fingers had been no more than a few moments before. She wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer to her, moving against me slightly as we turned around on the spot until my her back was towards the now seemingly pissed off blonde and I was forced towards the sink. It seemed like a fucking eternity before she pulled away, breathless and with a huge grin on her face before winking at me, draping an arm protectively around my shoulders and regarding Naomi properly.

"Fake blood's a bitch yeah?" I swallowed my heart back down into the confines of my chest and just nodded. Still unable to speak at what exactly was going on here, that was when Karen turned to wink at me and my brain flew back to the previous morning, waking up in her arms and telling her that I...oh shit...

"Last night was amazing Emily..."

"Yeah, we have to do it more often...I miss having that special someone to snuggle down with..."

Oh fuck, had she thought, had I said, what if she...BOLLOCKS! She figured I meant I wanted to date her, NO! I was still on a high; I hadn't meant anything even remotely close to 'hey, be my girlfriend?' It was fun, yeah, but not this...I really wasn't ready for a relationship, especially with my fucking boss. This was way too fucked up and to make everything worse was the look of complete dismay and utter covetousness on Naomi's face was almost heart breaking. But she didn't have the right to be struggling with this, she had Freddie and now...fuck me...now I had Karen, whether I liked it or not it seemed.

"So, here I find you in the bathroom with another girl...babe, wasn't I good enough in the club's bog on Friday night?" Karen started nibbling my ear, trying to whisper sweet nothings to me and play with the hem on the back of my underwear, but I couldn't focus on anything other than Naomi. She was fighting tears, physically straining under the pressure of whatever the fuck was happening. Even I wasn't sure. I just attempted a smile back at Karen before turning away and looking everywhere for the rest of my fucking clothes. All that was spinning around in my brain was that now Naomi knew I had fucked Karen in the toilet on Friday and that I now seemed to be her girlfriend.

A silent sigh escaped my lips and I had to smile at how Naomi cleared her throat just to remind Karen that she was still in the room and that fucking me now would definitely not be an option. She was jealous and I had to keep telling myself that she had no fucking right to be, she had her private life and I had mine and now...I was dating her fucking boyfriend's sister. Images flooded my brain of nice sit down dinners, Christmas around the fire and even standing there looking on in a fucking awful bridesmaids dress as her and Freddie exchanged 'I do's. I hate my imagination.

"Sorry Naomi, didn't realise you were still here." Karen's bluntness was a massive turn off, even if there had been a glimpse of us fucking again, it had all but disappeared at her blatant attempt to get rid of the one person who I still actually wanted to be with.

Actually you know what...fuck it...Naomi deserved to be tortured, she fucking LOVES me; I know she does and she won't admit it. Let her watch, let her think 'what if?' Karen wasn't ugly and she could hold some form of conversation without wanting to rip my clothes off, present predicament excluded, so she was already heaps better than my past three girlfriends. And she had been a pretty good shag from what I can actually remember. If Naomi wanted me she had to be brave, she had to fight for me like I was fighting to stop myself from jumping on her; she had to want me so much that it hurt her to be away from me and killed her to know there was a small chance I was with someone else. I felt so guilty just thinking about making her jealous, or angry, or just pissed off...but maybe it would be worth it. At this moment in time I would try anything, even using my own boss, to get Naomi to see just how right for each other we really are. Desperate times call for desperate measures and all that crap.

I wracked my brain for something to say, anything that made even some sense would be a triumph when all I wanted to do was put some fucking clothes on and make myself feel a whole lot less vulnerable. I really did pick the worst day to wear skinnys and my black top was far too see through to even attempt putting it on without a bra. Guess I am stuck with the fucking towel for a bit. I turned back around and looked at both of them just staring at each other, waiting for conversation to just burst out from behind the hand drier and encase them both.

I wriggled as close to Karen as I could get, blushing as her hand found my arse and gave it a good squeeze, causing Naomi to dramatically look up at the ceiling and cross her arms in a gesture of stability.

"As cosy as this is...you need to get dressed and...Well, I need to watch you get dressed...my office?" Karen glanced down at me and I managed to remove my gaze from Naomi for a split second, just enough time to nod gently at her obvious question and gather my things before I was practically being dragged out. Leaving Naomi, standing there, arms folded presumably glaring at the empty space I had left behind.

Ok, so we are back to the sexual tension but without the muffins (I know, I know...I miss them too!) but there is a new and exciting twist in the form of Karen, surely that makes up for it! :P

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