A/N: Hello my beautiful people! I know, I know...I can not express how sorry I am for the wait. All I can say is, it's been an interest couple of months and not always in a good way:( and to top it off, I have been really sick the last couple of weeks, so writing and reading have been on hold...

so, if you haven't received a review from me, fear not...I will get caught up.

In the mean time, please accept this chapter as an apology?

And I probably should've said this a chapter or two ago, but this chapter is rated M for anything and everything having to do with Freddie the douche bag...

And a massive shout out to Crevette, for her help on this one...it may not have been a lot, but it was very much appreciated:)

Any typos/grammatical errors and research errors are mine

Disclaimer: My dentist has new heated massage chairs that make it awesome to go to the dentist 8-) I'm just saying...oh, and I don't own Skins.

Chapter 25: Breaking Hearts

It wasn't bad enough that Naomi had woken up alone. Oh no! Things seemed to go downhill from there. Nothing major to anyone else, but it seemed like it to her.

She ran out of gas on her way to the club, and she cursed herself for driving in the first place. So she had to wait almost an hour for any roadside assistance, and then the guy hit on her while he was writing out his bill.

"I'll let this go if you wanna make...other arrangements?"

Naomi cringed at the thought. Even if she was a cockcruncher, he still would've disgusted her. 'Fat fucking arsehole!' She thought to herself as she grabbed her stuff out of the car.

She wanted to hurry up and get ready so she could watch Emily's match, even if she was a bit upset at the red head still, so Naomi got to the locker room, and started changing. While she was tying her trainers, her shoelace broke. Then she was testing the tension of the strings on her favourite racquet and two strings popped. She could only stare in disbelief at the racquet, as she walked it up to the staff to have it sent out to be restrung.

Then as she was walking toward Centre Court, Tony caught up with her and whisked her off for interviews. Naomi made it just in time to watch Emily win, but by then, she needed to go and get ready.

'I'm sure she'll find me before I head out.' Naomi thought to herself and headed back to the locker room. But she was unable to shake the feeling of being out of sorts.

"Slimy bastard!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mitchell Davids asked confused, as they rode the lift down to the lobby, after leaving Freddie's room.

"McClair is a bastard." She told her partner as she watched the floors count down. "And he's lying."

"Now, c'mon Debbie. He seemed like an okay bloke, for a sports star anyway."

"Please tell me you didn't buy that line of shite about that poor girl being a stalker!" She looked at him in disbelief, noticed the way he squirmed and lowered his gaze. "Oh my god, you did!"

"I have no reason to doubt him, Deb." Mitchell defended himself under his partners glare.

"Well, it's a good thing we have to investigate then, isn't it? We'll let the facts tell the story." She spat out as the doors opened to the lobby and she walked quickly out of the hotel, muttering to herself about how men stick together, leaving Mitchell to hurry after her.

Debbie wasn't going to let that lying bastard get away with what he had done, she'd make sure of it, she thought to herself as they drove across town to the station.

An hour later, she tore out of the police station. She made it to her car and was on her way home before the anger that was rushing through her finally made its way out as hot tears.

Debbie hadn't felt this frustrated since she was a rookie, the only female in an almost all male precinct, and she had to endure the catcalls and leers and disgusting gestures from her superiors and coworkers.

Her boss, it seems, had received a call from Leo McClair. He wanted to report a young girl that had been harassing his son. Debbie had tried her best to convince her boss that that was not what had happened, but he insisted they question the girl again, more thoroughly. She felt useless and inadequate, and the thought of having to question that poor girl again was making her feel nauseous.

She pulled up outside her building, cutting the engine and just sat, trying to collect her thoughts. Debbie knew if she went in without calming down, her boyfriend would be all over her, worried.

Debbie wiped her eyes, checked in the mirror to make for sure she didn't look like one of the walking dead and opened the door. As she was about to get out, her mobile went off.

"DS Hastings." She greeted as she looked at the caller ID, not recognising the number.

"Hi detective, this is Karen McClair."

Debbie was surprised by the call and knew it showed in her voice. "Miss McClair. What can I do for you?"

"It's about my brother."

She cringed at the thought of the young man and tried to keep the contempt for him out of her voice. "What about him?"

"Is there somewhere we can meet?" Karen asked.

Debbie thought about it quickly and named off a café close by her flat, with Karen agreeing to meet her in thirty minutes. She ended the call and sat there for a few moments to collect herself, before closing the car door and starting the engine back up, deciding to get there early.

Naomi waited in the locker room for as long as she could before one of the staff came to get her. She started to feel angry that Emily didn't seek her out.

"Miss Campbell?" Naomi looked up to find an older woman standing just in front of her. "Mrs Fitch is outside waiting to escort you to Centre Court."

"Thank you, Claire." Naomi grabbed her stuff, and followed her out. "Did my racquet come back yet?"

Claire shook her head. "No, ma'am. I've received word that it'll be another forty minutes. They've had a problem with a couple of their machines, apparently. Not to worry, yours is top priority, and I'll have it out to you as soon as possible."

Naomi smiled at her, just as she caught sight of Jenna outside the locker room.

"Good morning, Jenna," Naomi greeted the older Fitch, before noticing her cousin, "good morning, Cat."

"Good afternoon really." Jenna told her, watching the girl blush. "You look tired, Naomi."

"I'm fine." She replied simply, not wanting to get into why she looked tired. "Are we ready?"

Cat whispered something into Jenna's ear, causing her to blush slightly. Naomi was grumpy enough to almost say something, because she knew it was something about her and Emily, if the redness of Jenna's face was anything to go by. But she didn't say a word, Naomi merely rolled her eyes and headed toward the corridor. Jenna spent the next few minutes with Naomi, going over last minute details of Serena's last match, her weaknesses, and such, as they walked down the walkway.

"Well, this is where I leave you, dear." Jenna told Naomi, as the blonde stood looking out, nervousness clearly etched across her face. "Naomi?"

The blonde pulled her gaze back to Jenna, who was smiling at her. "Emily's still here, right?" Naomi asked shyly, not wanting to sound weak.

Jenna's smile grew as she regarded the young woman in front of her. "Somewhere, she is. I'm sure you'll see her soon."

Naomi nodded, sending a small smile back to Jenna. It would have to do for now, because she couldn't wait any longer to see the red head. She started walking the rest of the way alone, but stopped and turned as Jenna called out to her.

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to tell you good luck. And that no matter what happens out there," Jenna said pointing toward the court, "just play your best. Don't let anything stop you from playing your best."

"Thank you, Jenna."

Naomi met up with Serena just before reaching the exit.

"You ready for this, Campbell?" Serena pulled out her earbuds to ask her, as Naomi stood next to the veteran player.

Naomi cocked her head to the side as if in deep thought. "If I said no, would you think any less of me?"

Serena laughed out loud. "I like you, Campbell. But just to let you know, I'm feeling pretty good."

"So...no sniffles? No fever? No repeat of Australia?" Naomi asked with a cheeky smile on her face.

Serena shook her head. "Definitely no repeat of Australia. Good luck out there."

"Thanks, you too." Naomi turned to look out at the famous grass court, as Serena put her earbuds back in, getting herself into her zone.

Naomi waited until one of the staff gestured to her to come out, and then she started the walk over to the benches, applause and cheers breaking out amongst the crowd. She was about to walk past the seats when someone shouted out her name, causing her to look up.

Someone in the crowd had the sports section of a newspaper with Emily's face taking up the whole page, the headline read "Emily Fitch, England's Giant Slayer!" in bold letters. "Oh, Naomi! I love you!" The wanker mocked her, using a high pitched voice and she could tell he had clearly been drinking, as his group of friends all laugh along with him, but it threw Naomi off a bit.

She knew that it was out about her and Emily, she wasn't stupid, but it hadn't been shoved right in her face like just now.

"C'mon, Campbell...shake it off." Serena told her as she walked out behind Naomi.

"Right."

Naomi did her best to get into her own zone, but the little things seemed to keep piling up. She pushed everything else out of her mind during the coin toss and during the warm up.

'Al-fucking-right, Naomi! Get your shit together!' She admonished herself, as she took one quick glance at her players box, and noticed an Emily-shaped hole amongst her family and friends. 'She'll be here. She'll be here. She'll be here.' Naomi practically chanted to herself as she walked to her baseline. She lost the coin toss, so she got into a receiving position and waited for Serena to serve the ball.

She watched as the veteran bounced the ball a couple times and then bent low to the ground before tossing the ball high and jumping up to meet it. Naomi saw the ball speeding toward her as she jumped into action. She returned it with a backhand, sending it back across the net and Naomi knew, as soon as Serena started moving, that she was definitely not sick this time around.

Thirty minutes later, Naomi sat with a towel over her head, trying to catch her breath. She dropped the first set without winning a single game and they were into the second set without a point on her side. The disappointment she felt was massive.

She knew she'd never be able to keep up with the older player, and for a split second she thought about giving in, but quickly wiped that thought from her head as the chair umpire called time. Naomi took the towel off her head and stood up, she took one last deep breath and started walking to her end of the court. As she turned around she glanced into the players box and finally saw Emily there.

'Fucking finally!' Naomi thought to herself angrily, coming to a stop at the baseline. 'I wonder when she snuck in?'

"Miss Campbell to serve." The umpire called out, as Naomi watched the ballboy bounce a couple balls her way.

Naomi got into position, bouncing the ball in her hand a few times, trying to calm down and get Emily out of her head. Once she did that, she started to serve by throwing the ball high, following through with her racquet and she jumped into action as Serena returned her serve easily.

She felt a little more in control as she won her first game of the second set eight minutes later, and relaxed a little bit. She could feel the tension leaving her body as she watched Serena get into her serving position.

'C'mon, Naomi! Get it together!' Naomi admonished herself, as she could feel herself getting into the match.

Across town, Deb Hastings sat across the table from Karen McClair and Sarah Downing, anger and sympathy mixed together, as she listened to the girls. She waited until Sarah was done, giving herself time to process everything.

"Detective?" Karen inquired when Deb stayed silent.

"Why didn't you file charges when this happened?" Deb asked Sarah, feeling as if she's stumbled onto the case of the year.

"Because of me." Karen replied. "Look, detective, I'm not proud of the things I've done for my brother, but my father asked me to fix it for him."

Deb's eyes widened at Karen's words. "You helped your brother cover up a rape?" Her anger intensified. "That's a chargeable offense, Miss McClair!"

Karen knew this was a possibility, in fact, that's what she told Sarah, but Karen knew if she had any chance at all of living a decent life, one without shame or guilt, this was the only way to achieve it.

"I know and I'm willing to turn myself in as well, to help you get my brother." Karen said calmly, making sure to hold eye contact with Hastings. "I know that Jennifer was assaulted by my brother, just like Sarah was and I am almost sure that there was at least one other girl. And those are just the ones in this country! My brother has been all over the world, detective, so you do the math."

"I don't know, Miss McClair." Deb seemed to be in doubt about everything, because this could backfire on her. "I'll need some time to thin-,"

"No! It's got to be done now!" Karen was adamant about this, surprising Deb. "The longer it's put off the better his chance of getting away with it."

"You do understand that if I do this, you will walk out of here in handcuffs?"

Karen put her head down for a moment, sighing deeply before glancing at Sarah, who had remained silent after telling her story. "I know what I need to do, Detective Hastings and I know it has to happen this way." Karen looked back at Sarah and nodded at her. "You know what you have to do, Sarah."

Sarah looked scared, understandably so, but sat up straighter in her seat and watched as Deb dug into her purse, bringing out a handheld digital recorder. "Detective Hastings, I'd like to report a sexual assault." Sarah said when Deb nodded at her. "About three years ago, Frederick McClair drugged me and locked me in a shed, where he raped me multiple times," Sarah swallowed, as she reached into her bag and pulled out a folder, placing it on the table, "here I have my medical records, with pictures, names of the hospital personnel who attended me and this...," she trailed off as she slid a dvd across the table to the detective.

Deb looked at everything, settling on the disc. "What's on here?" She asked Sarah.

Sarah quickly glanced at Karen.

"Go ahead and tell her." Karen told the girl, seeing indecision on her face. "It's alright."

"It's a video of when Karen confronted me. I didn't know it at the time, but my parents had installed security around the house and a camera at the front door."

Deb picked up the disc and looked over at Karen. "Do you know what's on here?" She asked, causing Karen to nod.

"Yes. Sarah's explained fully what's on there." Karen said quietly. "You should also know that I've convinced Sarah to go public with this, so she has a press conference later today."

Deb sat up straighter at that bit of news. "I am highly recommending that you don't do that."

Sarah looked back and forth between the detective and Karen, feeling a mix of fear and anger, because it sounded like the detective didn't believe her. She was about to say something when Karen beat her to it.

"It's the only way this will work, detective. More than likely my father has already called your CO to report a "stalker" so...," Karen saw the way Deb's jaw clenched and anger clouded her eyes, "he's already done it, hasn't he?"

"How do you know?" Deb asked.

"Because it's what my father does for his precious Freddie!" Karen stated in disgust. "You don't understand the lengths my father will go to to bury this, he's a very influential man in Bristol. Do you really want my brother to get away with this again?" Karen watched Deb's face, knowing full well that the detective wanted to make sure this didn't happen again.

"No." Deb replied quietly.

"I didn't think so." Karen looked over to Sarah. "Effy will be here in a few minutes, Sarah. She'll take care of everything, she'll take care of you, okay?"

Sarah nodded, feeling a bit dazed at the whole situation. This is what she'd been waiting for, ever since Freddie took her life away, yet she couldn't help feeling scared that it would all be for nothing.

Deb watched the exchange between the two girls as she gathered up the folder, the disc and her recorder. She reached into her jacket, pulling out her standard issued handcuffs and placed them on the table. After a moment of thought, she looked at Karen closely before speaking again. "We don't have to do it this way, we could just walk out to my car."

Karen gave her a small smile as she looked outside the café, finding what she was looking for before turning back to Deb. "No, Detective Hastings, we have to do it this way," She was about to say more when the door opened and in walked Effy, "it's the only way to make sure he doesn't get away with it."

The brunette sat next to Sarah, as if to assure the girl that she was okay. "Alright?"

Deb suddenly felt as if she had just lost control of the situation as soon as Effy sat down with a smirk on her face. "Miss Stonem." She greeted the young woman.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Detective." Effy responded before turning to Sarah. "You all set? We've got a lot to do."

"Miss Stonem, I'm advising Miss Downing against any press conference." Deb stated, but she knew that Karen had a point, so basically she was advising against going public just for show.

"Your advisement is duly noted, detective, but legally she can do what she likes...," Effy told her. "You and I both know that using the media is an advantage in a case like this, so don't pretend otherwise."

Deb knew the brunette was right. It was a tactic that had been used in almost every police station all over the world, but it was usually done through the proper channels within the department, so it was controlled. "Look, off the record, I want Freddie to go away for a long, long time, okay? It made me sick talking to him this morning, seeing that smug look on his face. And I was so angry when I had found out that your father," she glanced at Karen, "had called to file a complaint against Jennifer. Turning everything around, making Jennifer seem like a suspect."

"I told you, it's what he does." Karen reiterated, hating her father and brother all the more. "So you see why this has to happen?"

"Yes, I get it, okay. It doesn't mean I have to like it." Deb looked out the window, and tried to gather her thoughts, before turning back to the three girls. "This really should go through the proper channels," she stated, thinking of the best way to go about this, "you both should come down to the Met, make a formal complaint. The thing is, I'm pretty sure we'll have to get the Bristol department in on this, because Sarah's assault happened in Bristol...," Deb stated, before thinking about it more.

"You know you have the evidence right now to arrest Karen, once you do that, she'll turn Queen's evidence. Maybe with a little help from you, she could possibly get a lighter sentence." Effy stated. "Either way, she won't be alone, my brother and I will be supporting Karen a hundred percent."

Deb sat there amazed. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?"

"I want to do the right thing, detective. This is the right thing." Karen said. "I don't want to sit back and watch my brother get away with this again." She was about to say more, but movement outside the café caught her eye. "It's time."

Deb was disturbed by the sound of finality in those two words, as she stared at the three young women before her.

"Are you ready, Sarah?" Effy asked, before turning back to Deb. "You're right, ya know, she should do this properly. So we're going to leave now and we'll see you there later."

Deb nodded at Effy, as she led Sarah out of the café, leaving Deb and Karen alone.

"There's nothing I can say to you to prevent this, is there?" Deb asked as she shoved the folder and recorder into her bag.

"No." Karen replied, taking a moment to gather her thoughts, before going on. "Do you know what it's like to look in the mirror and not like who's staring back at you?" She asked, earning no from Deb. "Well, I do. I haven't liked myself for years, detective and now I have a chance to change that. And you're going to help me."

Deb sat there and finally understood where Karen was coming from as she processed everything she had seen and heard in the past hour. She actually felt respect for the young woman.

"Fine. I'll help you and we'll do it your way." Deb said, as her and Karen stood up from the table. "So how do you want to do this?"

"Just like any other time you've done this," Karen replied with a smirk, "but it's got to be done in front of them." She pointed out the window at the photographers standing around looking confused.

"I should've guessed." Deb sighed, but then nodded in resignation. "After you."

Once they walked outside of the café, Karen walked over by the photographers, leaving Deb to follow quickly. She knew what had to be done now, as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

"Karen McClair." She called out, causing Karen to stop and the photographers to look at them. "I'm DS Hastings with the Metropolitan Police Service. I'm placing you under arrest for helping Frederick McClair to cover up the sexual assault of Sarah Downing," she brought out her handcuffs, and under the flash of twenty cameras, placed Karen in custody, "You do not have to say anything. But, it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence."

Karen allowed Deb to handcuff her and lead her to the car, cameras catching it all and questions being shouted by the photographers. Once she was sitting in the back of Deb's car, she smiled to herself.

Deb fought her way around the bonnet, past the photogs, as they did their best to get that one good shot of Karen. When she slid into the drivers seat, she glanced in the rearview mirror and caught Karen's smile.

"Why are you smiling?" Deb asked her.

"Because there is no way Freddie's getting out of this one." Karen told her confidently, nodding toward the window. "These guys will eat my brother alive."

Deb shook her head, as she started the car and threw it into drive, pulling away from the crowd of people that had gathered around. "I knew it was gonna be a long day." She muttered to herself.

Emily watched from the players box, as another ball flew past Naomi down on the court. She couldn't help the grimace that she was sure was on her face.

"What the hell is the matter with her?" James asked from behind her. "She's playing like a fucking amateur!"

"Shut up, James!" Emily snapped at him.

"What? I'm just saying...," the younger Fitch replied, but stopped talking when he saw the glare he got from both of his sisters.

Naomi was still fighting for the second set, having battled back to tie it up, at 4 games all, with Serena serving. It was apparent that Naomi was struggling, that she was tired. Emily could see it in the way she held herself, and also the way Naomi let two consecutive serves go right past her, was a good indication.

Katie watched the blonde, but leant over to whisper in Emily's ear. "Maybe sneaking over last night wasn't such a good idea, Emsy."

"You're not helping, Kay." She muttered back, not taking her eyes off of her lover.

The next serve was returned and Naomi did her best to win the point, but Serena was able to clock every move the blonde made and won the game easy enough.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!' Naomi's mind was a mess, as she silently cursed herself. She couldn't pin down a single thought as she prepared to serve. Everything seemed to jumble together. The match and Emily, both fighting for space in her brain and it was seriously tearing her up inside.

She watched the veteran player position herself, as she took a few moments to calm herself before serving.

'There's no way I'm winning this match,' Naomi finally accepted that fact, 'but she's gonna have to earn it.'

With that last thought, Naomi served the ball and watched as Serena returned it easily. For the next ten minutes, Naomi made Serena work for every point. The blonde didn't make it easy at all, as both players played from the baselines, matching powerful shot for powerful shot.

It wasn't enough for Naomi to win the game though, as she watched Serena reach out to return Naomi's forehanded slice, sending it back across the net at a wide angle. The blonde was two steps away from it when it dropped neatly in the corner, barely on the line, but it was enough to win.

"Game, set and match, Miss Williams!" The chair umpire called out, as applause and cheers rang throughout the crowd.

Naomi watched, heartbroken, as Serena dropped to the grass in relief and then jump back up to come to the net, where the blonde was waiting.

"Great match." Naomi told her as they shook hands.

"It could have been better though, right?" Serena responded, as Naomi blushed.

"Yeah, it could have been." Naomi told her as they walked toward the chair umpire to shake the official's hand.

"Next time, Campbell."

Naomi nodded and turned to start gathering her equipment. As she walked off the court, stopping to sign some magazines and other things, she heard the crowd go even more wild.

Up in the players box, Emily watched as Naomi congratulated Serena, and felt her heart drop.

"Fuck!" She muttered low, hoping no one would hear her.

"Fuck is right, sis." Katie replied.

Emily looked up to see Cook, Katie and James all staring at her, and she started to panic. "She's gonna be mad, isn't she?" She asked them.

Cook gave a her a small smile. "That's an understatement, Red." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll be right there with ya. But let's give her a bit of time to calm down a bit."

Emily nodded, feeling the need to give Naomi more than just a bit of time.

'I am in so much trouble.' She thought to herself, as she felt her heart start to break.

"I asked for one night! One night to get some rest." Naomi was simmering with anger. "Was that so much to ask for?"

"I'm sorry, Naomi." Emily replied quietly.

"And then you just...left this morning without so much as goodbye!"

"I had the earlier start, and I'd thought you'd want the extra sleep." Emily protested from her position against the counter.

Naomi had left the the club before anyone could seek her out, but everyone had ended up back at her house anyway, with Emily finding her in the kitchen, slamming cupboard doors and looking for something in the fridge.

"What I wanted was a night of extra sleep, Emily. It was a simple request." Naomi couldn't stop moving. She didn't want to look at Emily and she knew if she stood still and actually looked at the red head, her anger would disappear.

"I missed you. I told you that." Emily tried to defend herself.

"Really? Because to me it seems like you just wanted to get laid."

Emily gasped at the harshness of Naomi's words. "That's not true, Naoms."

Naomi finally stopped moving around and stared hard at Emily. "Oh, c'mon, Emily. You needed to shag me to relieve some stress so you could win today. It's alright to admit it, after all, that's what we're doing this for."

"Don't say that, Naoms, you don't mean that." Emily pleaded with her, feeling the need to cry.

"What? You like winning, it's not a crime, Emsy. I like winning too." Naomi smirked, almost cruelly at Emily.

"Naomi, people have relationships all the time, we're allowed to fall in love-,"

"Is that what you think we're doing? Falling in love?" Naomi asked, and if she hadn't been so mad at herself for losing, she would have felt like the happiest girl in the world.

Naomi honestly couldn't answer why she was acting like this. She couldn't say for sure if she was really mad at Emily or not, or if she was mad at both of them, but Emily was the closest person to her, the only person she'd ever really let in to her heart and it was just almost too easy to take her anger out on the red head.

"Yes, Naomi, that's exactly what we're doing." Emily stated with confidence. "I'm in love with you."

While Naomi and Emily were in the kitchen, Gina, Jenna, Cat and Hannah, along with Kieran and Rob sat in the lounge going over Naomi's match.

"They're going to tear each other apart." Katie stated, walking into the room followed by Cook.

"Nah, they'll be fine, Katiekins. Lil' Red needs to find her claws against Naomi." Cook told her, sitting down next to Rob. "It's the only way a relationship is gonna work between 'em."

Jenna had tried not listening to what was going on in the kitchen, even though at moments it was harder to do, when Naomi would raise her voice. But Cook's words made her extremely curious.

"What do you mean by that, James?" She asked him, still trying to figure out the nature of Emily and Naomi's relationship.

Cook gave her a sheepish smile before answering. "What I mean, Jenna, is that Emily is gonna have to learn how to fight back. Naomi's really good at blocking people, building up walls that push people away. And she'll use any means necessary to protect herself." He sighed as he remembered those days after Abi. "She'll even hurt Emily to protect herself."

Jenna gasped, as she turned her head to stare in the direction of the kitchen, as if she could see through the walls that separated the rooms. "Why would she do that?"

"Because Emily matters." Gina told her with a smile, as a crash sounded from the kitchen, causing everyone in the lounge to jump.

"It doesn't sound like it at this moment." Jenna muttered as Rob placed a hand on her arm to keep her seated.

"Jenna, Emily matters more than anyone." Cook said quietly, knowing he had to make the older Fitch understand. "Naomi's in love with her, and she thinks Emily just wants to keep going the way they're going. Blondie thinks it's just about sex for Emily. She doesn't know how to ask for more than that."

"So what should we do?" Jenna asked.

"There's nothing we can do, love." Rob told her. "They have to learn on their own."

Jenna was about to protest, when Cat stepped in. "He's right, Jennabean. They're both adults, so they have to learn how to work through their issues."

"How about we give these two some space?" Gina suggested. "We'll head over to Peter's place and have a nice dinner, yes?"

"I don't know, Gina...maybe it might be wise to hang around," Katie was worried about both Naomi and Emily, "you know, just in case?"

"It's best if we leave them to it. Let them get it out of their system, if you know what I mean." Gina smiled at Katie as she ushered them all out of the house. "That way when they make up, we won't be around to hear that."

Cook and Katie laughed as Gina shut the door, leaving the house empty, except for the two girls in the kitchen.

Naomi stared hard at Emily. Too angry and way too stubborn to fully process what she had just heard.

"Don't be stupid, Emily." She scoffed at the twin.

Those words, coming from Naomi's mouth, finally set off Emily's own anger. "What the fuck, Naomi? You're acting as if I made you lose!" She shouted as she started pacing back and forth.

"Well, now that you mention it...," Naomi said with a sneer. The little voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to shut the fuck up before she said anything else that would damage their relationship any further.

Emily felt as if Naomi had just punched her, her stomach tied itself into knots as Naomi's words hung in the air between them. "You don't honestly...," Emily couldn't believe what she had just heard, "do you seriously believe that?"

Naomi stood there, silent, unable to answer because the look of hurt on Emily's face was tearing her apart. But her anger still ruled her, and even though she knew that she was wrong, she couldn't stop what happened next.

"I think you wanted to win so bad, to make your mum proud of you." Naomi stated as she crossed her arms in front of her, almost as if she was protecting herself.

Those simple words, coming out of Naomi's mouth, broke Emily where she stood.

"Fuck you, Naomi." Emily said after a few minutes, once she was able to find her voice and she felt sure she wouldn't cry. "I should've known you'd turn out to be a liar."

"How am I the liar?" Naomi asked indignantly, trying her best to keep control of the situation, which was getting harder to do as she looked at Emily.

"Do you seriously need me to answer that?" Emily asked as she started pacing again, not wanting to look at Naomi because it hurt too much. "You're supposed to be smart, Naomi, so why don't you figure it out!"

Naomi stayed silent, causing Emily to finally look at her. "Ya know, I really thought you were different, but you're not are you? Everything was fine as long as you were getting what you wanted, but once things started getting serious...," she sighed in defeat, "never mind. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that we're just friends and I can't keep pretending I haven't wanted more from you. You're not the only one who matters here, Naomi. I have to matter too, and I...I thought I did matter to you, but I can see that, once again, I was wrong."

'What the fuck have I done?' Naomi asked herself, knowing that she went too far, but need to build up her walls kicked.

"Love means nothing to people like us, Emily. Love means you lose." Naomi said, her gaze hard as she watched Emily's reaction before dropping her last bomb. "I'm going home today and then tomorrow, I'll be headed to the States to work on my game." Naomi told her, effectively hammering the last nail in her coffin.

Again, Emily felt a pain ripping through her at Naomi's words. "So...that's it? You've decided that we're done? And I don't even get a say in the matter?"

"It's probably for the best," Naomi couldn't even look her in the eye as she lied. "There's always other girls out there, Emily, now that you're out and all."

Nothing in her life had ever prepared Emily to deal with true heartbreak. Whatever she had experienced with Hillary was nothing compared to this.

"You promised, Naomi." Emily said quietly, as she turned to walk away. "You said this wouldn't change our friendship," she looked back at the blonde quickly before opening the door, "and that's why you're a liar. Goodbye, Naomi."

Emily left quietly, leaving Naomi alone with her thoughts and her own broken heart, but one thing she couldn't figure out was how to fix what she had just broke.

A/N: And there we are, folks:)

oh, come on now...you didn't think we'd get off without Naomi having one major meltdown, did you?

Marci :D