IMPORTANT NOTE : Hopefully no one is offended by the religious perspective in this chapter, it certainly isn't my own, and I do not in any way agree with it. And yes, it's a true belief. (I have heard all these opinions before… and I personally, wanted to tell the people to shut up… but that would earn me some consequences… so yeah.) Here it is:

Chapter 14 – Naomi's PoV

One Week Later…

"Naoms… babes… wake up." I could feel the bed dip and Emily climb on top of me. I was sleeping face down very peacefully until she decided to interrupt. Still, being my usual self, I wasn't going to let one plea do the trick, even if it was Emily…

She was now laying with her head resting at the top of my back, she was taking the back of my ankles between my toes, and reaching up to intertwine our hands that were on either side of my head.

"Naoms, I know your up, if you were asleep I don't think you would've clasped my hands back." Shit. Got to remember to control my habits… I scrunched up my nose and opened my eyes to a very disturbing view. The neon red numbers of the alarm clock only read 6:33 AM.

"Emily. What the fuck. It's a fucking weekend." I closed my eyes, in attempt to recover the lack of sleep but the creature on top of me didn't budge. Great. I'm going to have to do this the hard way. I used whatever strength I could muster this early in the morning, and lifted myself up onto my hands trying to shake her off. Unfortunately for me this only made things worse, Emily unclasped her fingers from my hands and wrapped them around my chest, as well as her legs wrapping around my torso.

Plopping back down wasn't exactly the comfiest with the barriers between me and the bed. Fuck. Emily kissed my neck and undid her hands, slowly pulling them out from under me while brushing my breasts. She obviously had felt the effect she was having on me, and I wasn't exactly able to control myself.

Jesus. The only choice I had now was to give Emily my full attention. I turned to face her as she got comfortable lying next to me. We were on our sides propping our heads up with our elbows. I still could only squint to see her adorable face, the room was too bright from the sunrise poking through the blinds.

"Well, what have you fucking woken me up for?" I tried to keep a grumpy face, but her smile was too contagious for me to resist.

"I wanted to spend some time with you before I have to go." She was tracing patterns on my arm, the tips of her fingers erupting paths of chills, I couldn't not enjoy the contact.

"Emily, you have all day to spend with me, why do we have to start so early?"

"For the past few years I've been going here, every other Sunday I have a five hour personal torture session with the principal… starting early in the morning…"

"The fuck is that?"

Emily climbed over me, off of the bed and returned quickly back to her place with a blue notebook in hand.

"Jenna insisted I get special attention…" She opened up the notebook to the first page and turned it so I could read it. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and couldn't believe the bullshit I was reading.

Emiyl's Personal Lesson Plan for Semester III – Principal Harrolton

Lesson 1: Relationship between Man, Woman, and God.

Subtopic A: Why being gay is unacceptable and inappropriate.

Subtopic B: The woman's role in her marriage to the man.

Subtopic C: What God does to those who sin.

Subtopic D: The importance of marrying a man.

Lesson 2: Being Gay Will Never Lead to Happiness.

"Emily what the fuck? They can't make you sit through this! It's fucking nonsense!"

"It fucking sucks, but at least I'll have something to look forward to after…" She smiled at me, but I was too distracted by what was written on the next few pages to give Emily my full attention. A deep feeling of pain was welling up inside of me, I couldn't understand how Emily could deal with this shit. I would've stormed off long ago if I were in her place. I flipped to the back and gasped at what I saw.

I am not gay. I have no attractions towards girls. God punishes sinners. Being gay is a sin. I am not gay. I have no attractions towards girls. God punishes sinners. Being gay is a sin. I am not gay. I have no attractions towards girls. God punishes sinners. Being gay is a sin. I am not gay. I have no attractions towards girls. God punishes sinners. Being gay is a sin. I am not gay. I have no attractions towards girls. God punishes sinners. Being gay is a sin. I am not gay. I have no attractions towards girls. God punishes sinners. Being gay is a sin…. Etc.

It went on for pages, and Emily was slightly amused at the shocked expression on my face.

"Don't worry, none of its true. It's just awfully annoying having to re-write that one hundred times every other Sunday… although, my handwriting is much better than it used to be…" She muttered to me.

I looked at her with sadness, surely she didn't always feel so above this. This is like brainwashing, fuck it is… I can't even think of a way to describe it… it's such bullshit.

"Emily, how the fuck can this not mentally fuck you up?"

"It did, when I first started. The first few lessons I fought her, but you can't exactly fight detentions, and clean up duty, and anything else she instructed me to do… That's actually how I found the pool, I was looking for the janitor's closet and I kind of stumbled into there… After every personal lesson I would chill in there and generally cry until I was numb, and hopefully forgot anything she drilled into my head. But with time I sort of taught myself to be numb during the lesson instead of after…"

Emily reached over and wiped away a tear that was falling down my cheek. This was all too horrible.

"Listen Naoms, I have you now okay? All class I'll be thinking about all the gay things I want to do to you, while she's ranting on her bullshit. "

I felt the blush creeping up my face and let her hold me close. Emily is so strong, I'm so happy she has been able to pull herself together.

"Ems?"

"Yeah?"

"We are leaving this fucking mental place… I promise, I'm going to get you away, and you won't have to deal with anymore of this horrible fucking treatment."

She kissed me, grabbed her notebook and went to the door.

"Sounds like a plan Naoms. I'll be thinking about that as well." She smiled weakly, I could sense this conversation had brought up old feelings she tries to bury deep down. I wasn't going to let her down though. I spent the rest of the time until I drifted back to sleep trying to come up with possibilities of what Emily and were going to do to leave.

For me it would be simple, I was still on my trial process, I'd only been here a week, but Emily's mother was forcing her to be here, so she would have to be smuggled out.

Four hours later…

*Knock, Knock*

I rubbed my eyes, and sat up in bed looking at the clock. 11:00 AM… that meant it wasn't Emily, she still had another hour before she'd be back.

"Who is it?"

"Your mum."

"Come in, eff."

She opened the door, revealing her usual smirking self, still clad in what she slept in; a long t-shirt that covered her very short, shorts.

"What do you want?" I muttered.

"I came to talk to you about leaving this shithole." That certainly got my attention. I moved over so there was room on my bed, but instead she sat on the bed across the room where Emily had slept. No, Emily and I weren't sharing a bed, we decided being roommates and classmates and with all the crap going on between us we should take this slowly.

"Go on." I urged. Effy wasn't exactly one to talk so much, but she obviously had something to say if she was going to bother knocking on the door and waking me up.

"My friend says we can stay by him."

"We?"

"Fuck. You and Emily have been really lost in each other haven't you?"

I blushed, but couldn't come up with anything witty to say in response, it was true…

"Katie hates this school as much as you and Emily. Panda is only here because her mum is extremely against any interactions with boys… or girls," she winked then continued, " and I fucking miss my male mates and all the shit we don't get to do around here… so we've all concluded that if you and Emily have the balls to leave, then we're coming with. And it is my mate we'll be staying with. You're the only one who can just walk away, so I suggest you set up a meeting with Harrolton and tell her you're transferring."

"Eff, where the fuck am I transferring to… I'm not going to some other bullshit college… and what the fuck are you guys going to do about college if you aren't able to just transfer on your own will?"

"You'll transfer to Roundview. It's ivy school equivalent. Sort of. And don't worry about us, I've already made the arrangements. I just have to tell Emily, but Katie, Panda and I are officially students at Roundview, starting next month…"

"Fuck. Next month?"

"Well yes. I gave us a bit of two week vacation until then, to chill and get settled in our new place. Just fucking relax, pack your shit, call your mum, whatever. I'll give you guys the details later."

Effy got up and left the room leaving me shocked for the second time today. This was a lot to take in, and even though I wasn't going to have to be smuggled out, this was about the most trouble I had ever participated in. I still had many concerns, but Effy promised to sort things out. *Grumble*

Lovely timing. It was noon, so Emily would be finished and I could meet her for lunch and give her the updates. I couldn't wait to tell her the exciting news, although I was slightly jealous of Effy for having worked it out. I kind of wanted to be Emily's hero… still, better I'd rather get Emily the fuck out of here than whine like a little prick.

I quickly slipped on my uniform and ran down the steps to the cafeteria. This is going to be one hell of an escape.

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