Hello! Apologies that it has taken me so long to update this.

This continues on from the last chapter where we had got to the Sophia incident in the nightclub.

I've now switched to Naomi's POV.

Thanks to all readers and reviewers so far, more reviews would be welcomed though!

I couldn't get that sound out of my head. The loudest, most painful noise I'd ever heard. Her there, face down on the ground, laying there like a fucking ragdoll. I almost collapsed when I saw it was her. Was very nearly tempted to throw myself over the railings after her. How on earth had everything gotten so fucked up so quickly?

I'd cheated on my beautiful Emily by sleeping with this girl.

And now she was dead.

To top it all fucking off, I sold her drugs the night she died.

I felt physically sick as I watched the scene in front of me. I'd been blissfully happy just moments earlier, getting ready to go home with Emily and spend an amazing night with her. Now I stared at this poor girl, blood pouring from her head, people screaming hysterically around her. The music stopped, the lights went up and shouts of "run" could be heard. People had started heading towards the exits, pushing past each other, desperate to get out of there. I was frozen to the spot, watching on in horror. My mind was running into overdrive, I had no idea what to do.

I felt Emily's hand pulling at my arm, urging me to turn around and face her.

"This is fucked up Naomi," she gasped, tears forming in her eyes. "That girl's dead."

My whole body heaved and I covered my mouth with my hand before running towards the nearest exit. I could hear Emily calling my name, coming after me. As soon as the cold air hit me, I retched and threw up into a gutter at the side of the road. Tears stung in my eyes as my body continued to heave, my ribs painful as I leaned over. I felt Emily's hand rubbing soothing circles on my back, her other hand scraping my hair away from my face.

"Come on babe, that's it, just bring it all up," she said as she rubbed my back.

I eventually stood back up to face Emily, my whole body in agony.

"Babe, come on sit here." She gestured me to a kerb a little further from the exit of the club. "Wait here," she said as she disappeared back into the crowd that was on the street.

Within moments she returned and sat next to me, wiping my face with a tissue and offering me a bottle of water.

"Drink this," she offered kindly before slipping her arm around my shoulders. "You're just a bit shaken up at seeing that. Everyone is."

She was so fucking nice to me and I had screwed everything up beyond belief. This was going to kill her. Kill us, our relationship. The best thing that had ever happened to me and I fucked it up. I had to keep it quiet. I needed to speak to Cook. He knew I'd sold the drugs to her, he watched me do it. I needed to see him to get the story straight. My mind was racing again.

"Naomi, we need to get out of here. You're freezing and the police are going to be all over this place soon. We need to go." Her voice was panicked and rushed. I knew that she was in shock, truly upset at what she had just witnessed. But typical Emily being selfless, making sure I was alright first.

"I'm going to call Katie and see where she is, maybe get the guys to make sure she gets home okay. Once I know she's okay we can get out of here. Give me a minute," she said as she fumbled around in her bag for her phone.

I sat in silence, not uttering a word. I was remotely aware of Emily talking to Katie on the phone, my head was spinning, I really didn't know what to do.

"Katie's with JJ and Freddie, they are walking her home. Come on we're going," she said standing up and reaching for my hand.

She pulled me up and we started walking towards mine quickly, not speaking a word to each other. Emily was silent, but it was clear that she was upset as she raised her hand and wiped her eyes every so often. Her other hand gripped mine tightly, holding on for dear life. I felt fucking useless, my body there but my head not. This was going to crush her.

It didn't take long for us to get back to mine. Emily pushed open the gate and let go of my hand, allowing me to go on ahead and open the door. Shaking with nerves, I somehow forced the key into the lock and turned it to open the door. I held it for Emily to go in first, me following closely behind her.

"Lock it please," she said once we were both inside.

I complied and locked the door shut before turning around and flicking on the light. Emily was sitting on the staircase in front of me, her head in her hands.

"Em," I said softly, wanting to check that she was okay.

"I think we just need to sleep Naomi," she replied lifting her head to look at me, her face expressionless.

"Yeah. I'm going to get myself cleaned up in the bathroom. You head up to bed, I won't be long."

Emily stood up and we both made our way up the staircase. I went straight into the bathroom and switched on the shower before pulling my phone out of my bag. I frantically typed a message to Cook.

Cook need to talk. This is fucked up, I'm freaking out. Text don't phone, I'm with Em.

I pulled off my clothes and stepped into the shower, scrubbing myself clean but careful not to get my hair wet. I knew that Emily wasn't alright and that I had to be quick so that I could be with her. Within what seemed like seconds, I was out of the shower and drying myself in front of the mirror. I still had a horrible taste in my mouth from earlier, so I brushed my teeth trying to get rid of it. My phone had lit up on the counter next to me.

Calm down we'll sort it. Nothing links us to it. Act normal. Speak tomorrow.

Act normal. That's what I had to do. Easier said than done.

I wrapped a towel around my body and headed to the bedroom, pushing the door open gently. Emily was underneath the covers on the right hand side of the bed, facing towards me, her hands covering her face, delicate sobs escaping her. I walked over and lay down beside her, taking her hands away from her face and pulling her into my shoulder. My hands wrapped around her frame and held her tightly.

"This is so fucked up Naoms, I can't believe we seen that. That poor girl, I don't even know who she was but I can't get it out of my mind," she sobbed into my shoulder.

"I know," was all I could croak out.

"She must have walked past us, maybe if we'd seen her we could have done something. Maybe grabbed her, stopped her. I don't even know if she slipped, or was pushed or whatever." She clung onto me.

Fucking hell. I couldn't believe it. Emily felt guilty for this. How could she feel guilty? At that point I realised that I needed to get my act together, start acting normal and pull it together for her. She shouldn't be feeling like this. After everything I'd screwed up, I needed to make sure she felt okay. I knew Emily was a sensitive person. I think anyone would struggle to not be affected by what had just happened.

"Ems," I started as I pushed on her shoulders forcing her to look in my eyes. "We don't know what happened, you can't think like that."

She nodded and closed her eyes.

"We need to get some sleep. Come on, I'm here with you now" I said as I slipped myself under the covers, next to her.