A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for the reviews last chapter. For those of you wondering about Jason, I promise you I have a lot of future stuff planned with him so don't worry; you'll get your fix! This chapter is looooong so there's a warning. It's taken me four days to write and I can tell you Emmy and Robbie went out of control and conquered this chapter! Let me know what you think and rated M for a reason! P.S sorry for the Halloween chapter being so late! xD
Dedicated to the lovely lollzie for keeping me writing! This one's for you ;)
The Unexpected Acquaintance
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Halloween
Gabby woke early that next morning, the sun already seeping blearily through the window, setting the mood for the Halloween festivities ahead.
She stretched, rolling against Joe's chest. Her fingers traced over the hair on his torso, sliding down rippled muscle. He gave a sleepy grin, eyes still closed. 'Morning,' he rumbled, rolling to face her.
Gabby grinned, fingertips brushing his stubbled jaw line. She loved his rugged look and when he finally opened his eyes, catching her gaze with those deep browns, she felt herself melt. She was in love and nothing could ruin this, not now.
Joe had stayed with her the night and they hadn't heard anything from her stalker since, thank God. She wasn't going to be scared out of her home, though she did feel a lot safer with Joe there. Not that he was going to let her leave his sight for a second that was.
But, tonight was going to be a good night and she wasn't going to let anything ruin it.
Joe grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him. His teeth nipped at her throat. 'Sure we don't have five minutes?' he asked, kissing her softly. She smiled against his mouth, sinking against him.
'Might have ten if we're lucky.'
'Mel isn't gonna bust in here, is she?'
Gabby laughed. 'Hopefully not. Though I don't think I heard her come in.' She hadn't seen Mel all night and she hadn't replied to any of the texts she'd sent either. Which was odd in itself, as Mel was a prolific texter, social networker, blogger... you name it, she had it.
And Mel wasn't one to go AWOL. Gabby tried to quash the bad feeling in her stomach, distracted when Joe dipped his head to catch her nipple. He sucked it between his lips, tearing the moan from her throat.
Gabby's eyes fell shut, enjoying the sensual assault on her breast. She could feel his hardened length against her stomach. Joe gently rolled her onto her back, slipping between her legs. Gabby met his lips, their kiss wanton and desperate, as he slipped into her body, hips crushing together.
Gabby moaned, adjusting to how deep he'd sunk. She rolled her hips and he began to move, his thrusts dominant and powerful.
Gabby gripped his bulging forearms, as he balanced himself above her, their mouths clashing. Gabby arched her back and he pulled her against him, boobs pressed firmly against his chest.
She could feel every hardened muscle in his body at work as he fucked her.
Their hushed and panted groans filled the room, as Gabby felt her pleasure reaching a peak. Joe was gripping her arse hard, hips slapping against hers. His teeth grazed her throat, sucking her skin. He moved one hand between them, playing with her and she moaned, back arching.
Gabby shuddered as she came, clenching around him. Joe gripped her sides with both hands, putting all he had into the force of his strokes. He murmured her name, eyes tight shut as he came.
They fell into a panting, sweaty heap, clinging to each other and kissing damp skin. 'Fucking 'ell,' he groaned, carefully sliding free and falling onto his back. Gabby grinned at him.
'I like breakfast sex.'
Joe looked at him, smile broad. 'Believe me, so do I.' His stomach gave a rumble.
'Guess the beast needs feeding, eh?' Gabby pulled herself from the bed, throwing him a grin. She grabbed his white tee and pulled it on. 'I'll make some breakfast. Bacon butties?'
'Beaut,' Joe beamed, searching for his boxers as she left the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen.
Emmy's new therapist was a woman in her early thirties, with a chestnut brown bob that ended just below her ears. She had large brown eyes that looked better suited on an owl. She had a thin, pale face with eyebrows that made her look naturally stern.
She looked vaguely familiar, but Emmy knew it wouldn't be possible.
She sat in the nurse's office on the sofa, with the therapist sat on the swivel chair, notepad on her lap, back stiff as a board. She gave a broad smile. 'Emily, is it?'
'Emmy, mostly,' she shrugged. The therapist's smile widened.
'Well, Emmy, I'm Michelle Lowry. I'm going to be your anxiety therapist.'
Emmy nodded. 'Mr Green told me you'd be coming.' Emmy wasn't sure if it was going to work. She needed her pills, they kept her normal and they kept her calm. Some stuck-up therapist with a weird smile wasn't going to work.
'You can call me Michelle, or Mrs Lowry, if you wish.' Emmy didn't reply, glancing pointedly at the clock. She needed to find Jason as soon as this was over. She didn't think he'd clocked on to what she and Robbie had done, but she was determined to make things work between them. He was good for her; she felt relaxed around him. That was a good thing.
Michelle was looking at her. 'Emmy?'
'Pardon?'
'Your mum. What was she like?' Emmy stared at the therapist for a moment, trying to work out whether this was a necessary or not. She normally spoke about that with Mr Green, and him only. Other than Robbie, who knew snippets, no another soul knew about her abuse.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to share it either. 'A bitch.'
Michelle stared at her. 'She was your mother. She had to be more than that.'
Emmy scoffed. 'More than that? She couldn't even protect the only child she had.' Michelle leaned forward a little, studying her and Emmy shifted uncomfortable beneath her gaze.
'How do you feel when you think of your mother and your step-father?'
'Anger, hatred, disgust.' She reeled them off as she had many times before. 'I don't understand why.' Michelle pursed her lips and said nothing, looking down at the notepad as she wrote. Emmy watched her. 'My body disgusts me and I hate to be out in busy places, in case anyone sees my scars.' She glanced down at her hands. 'He should be dead for what he did.'
'Steve.' Emmy looked up, meeting Michelle's eye. 'You can say his name. You have to confront your problems.'
Emmy looked away again. 'Steve. Steve should be dead for what he did.' Michelle nodded, before reaching into her workbag beside her. She pulled out two purple balls. She squeezed them in her hands.
'Stress balls. Try them for a few weeks and if they don't work, we'll move onto something else.' She smiled that weird smile again and handed them out. Emmy took them, giving them a squeeze.
'Thank you.'
Michelle wrote on her notepad. 'Our next session will be longer; this was more of a get-to-know.' She looked up. 'It's nice to meet you, Emily. How's Friday before lunch?' Emmy nodded, shoving the balls into the pocket of her hoody and standing up. She hitched her bag over her shoulder. 'Have a good Halloween.'
Emmy left, shutting the door behind her. Michelle seemed a little odd, but she brushed it off, knowing the woman was just doing her job. Trying to fix Emmy, just like everyone else.
She left the medical room, but hadn't even made it to the end of the corridor when someone called her name. She turned, giving a sigh of frustration when she saw Robbie. He was frowning at her, brown eyes intent on nothing but her face.
She sighed, chest going tight as she recalled their heated kissed, pressed up against her front door, could still feel the heat of his hand on her side... 'Don't you have some year seven's to bully?' she demanded, folding her arms over her chest. She tried to look cool and unbothered, but wasn't exactly sure if she was pulling it off.
'I need to speak to you,' he said, voice low and urgent, eyes darting up and down the corridor lest they be seen. Emmy pulled a face.
'I don't have time for this, Robbie. I have class-' He grabbed her wrist, ducking his head and dragging her into one of the drama rooms; it was empty, tables stacked on chairs for the rest of the day. Robbie shut the door behind them, approaching her.
Emmy backed off, only stopping when her thighs bashed the table. 'You ain't going anywhere until you speak to me,' he muttered. He looked pretty serious and Emmy had a good feeling that he was telling the truth. She sighed.
'What's there to talk about?' She brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear. 'It shouldn't have happened, you shouldn't have done that.'
Robbie's lip curled slightly. 'Why did you kiss me back, then?' It was a question she'd been asking herself since it happened. She should have pushed him away, shouting and screamed until he'd left. But, no, she'd kissed him.
She hadn't enjoyed it. Not one bit. Nope.
His smirk curled higher on one side, sending her heart into a frenzy. He had her successfully pressed against the table and she had no idea when he'd done it.
Emmy slid away from the table and back into the aisle. 'It was a mistake. I wasn't thinking straight.'
Robbie shook his head. 'Yeah, right. Jason-'
'Jason's kind and lovely,' she retorted, arms tightening around herself. 'He's a good person.' But, that was it really and Emmy hated herself for thinking it. Jason just good, whereas Robbie put her on edge. And not necessarily in a bad way.
Robbie reached out and pulled her to a stop. 'I've seen how you look at me, Em,' he told her.
'I think you're mistaking it for hatred.'
'You put a lot of hatred into that kiss,' he smirked. Emmy flushed and tried to tug away. But, he had a firm grip of her wrist and there was no relenting. Robbie tapped his temple. 'You're gonna drive me crazy soon.'
Emmy struggled again, blue eyes flashing angrily in his direction. 'How can you do this to Jason? He's your twin!'
Robbie's narrowed his eyes, looking a little more sinister than she was used to. 'I love my brother, don't doubt that. But, a girl like you is wrong for him.'
'Wrong for him?' she asked, indignantly. Just because she had issues, didn't mean she couldn't have a normal relationship. Robbie was looking her up and down. His tongue darted out to dampen his bottom lip and he met her gaze.
'Right for me,' he murmured, pulling her closer. Emmy stumbled against him, palms flat against his chest. She had to fight her body not to lean into him, trying to quash the butterflies billowing in her stomach.
Robbie's hand came out, touching the scar. He seemed fascinated by it and she wasn't quite sure why. For her, it was always such a horrific reminder of her ordeals which had to be kept hidden at all times.
His fingers were warm and she shuddered. The classroom was silent, other than the clock ticking quietly on the wall. His mouth was suddenly very close to hers, her vision filled with his face. Emmy couldn't quite understand what her body was screaming at her. 'Robbie...'
He was going to kiss her, leaning closer, his hand cupping her cheek and her eyes fell shut-
'Robbie!' The door burst open and Emmy jumped away, heart pounding. Finn stood in the doorway, looking between the pair. 'Oh, sorry-'
'I have to go,' Emmy muttered hurriedly, grabbing her bag from the floor and swinging it onto her shoulder. She kept her head down as she left, refusing to look at either of them before she disappeared into the corridor.
Robbie scowled. 'You're fucking cock-block, you know that?' Finn stepped in, shrugging.
'Didn't realize, mate.'
'Yeah, well, don't bother next time.' He grabbed his bag and swung it onto his shoulder. The two left the classroom, heading towards the exit. Finn looked at him.
'Jason's gonna kill you if he sees you with his bird.'
Robbie shrugged, as they stepped outside. Leaves blew around their feet. 'He doesn't own her.' Finn frowned, but said nothing, looking down.
'He'll give you a good smack at least,' the Scouse muttered. Robbie laughed this off, knowing that even though Jason was a boxer, he was a rough and dirty fighter.
And he'd use any means necessary to get what he wanted.
Gabby had been ringing Mel all day with no luck; her bed hadn't been slept in and nobody in the village had seen her. She couldn't help, but feel the panic tighten in her chest at the number of scenarios flashing through her mind. Maybe Trevor had turned the jealous ex and done something to her? Or maybe it was something to do with Gabby's stalker? What if she'd gone somewhere and hurt herself, unable to get signal to call for help?
Gabby looked desperately at the clock; it was nearly seven pm, Joe would be here any minute. The phone rang through and she sighed and hung up. She didn't know what to do, half-tempted to call the police.
There was a knock on the door and she jumped, despite expecting it. She quickly checked in reflection in the hallway mirror; for the fancy dress, she was dressed as an angel, but with added devil horns and splashed blood down her front. It had been Mel's dress last year, but she was positive no one would notice.
She moved to the door and pulled it open. She burst out laughing. Joe grinned. 'You don't like it?'
He was dressed as Beetlejuice, a wig of crazy hair on his head. 'No, it really suits you.' She moved close, looping her arms around his neck, leaning on her tiptoes to kiss him.
'Hmm,' he murmured against his mouth as his hands roamed her bare legs. 'Can't wait to get you home later.'
Gabby laughed, batting him away. 'Let's get this party over with first.' She turned around to grab her bag and he slapped her behind. 'Joe Roscoe!'
He winked at her, brown eyes sparkling. 'Come on, let's go, sexy. 'Cause I'm gonna be tearing those wings off when we get home, trust me.'
Gabby felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine at the words. They finally managed to leave the house and she double-checked she'd locked the front door before leaving. The sky was a lot darker by the time they reached the club, the sound of heavy bass already coming through the walls. A few smokers were loitering outside- two zombies and a witch- as Joe squeezed her hand and led her up the stone steps. They crossed the balcony and into the top door. The place was packed and they only just spotted Cindy at the back table. The McQueen's were already on the dance floor; Mercedes shaking her bootie like there was no tomorrow.
Freddie and Lindsey were sat down beside each other, drinks in front of them. Lindsey was wearing a witch's hat, but Freddie was in his normal leather jacket.
Gabby wasn't quite sure what Cindy was trying to be, but her skirt was so short, Gabby kept getting indecently flashed every couple of minutes. 'I'd get to the bar quick,' she shouted over the music as they approached. 'Two-for-ones for the next ten minutes!' Gabby smiled at Joe, holding up her purse. They moved towards the bar, fighting through dancers and finally reaching the bartenders.
Gabby leaned against the bar, eyes wandering the drinks menu; The place was decorated with spider webs and big black rats.
A shadow fell over her as Trevor moved over, expression dark and brow furrowed. He stopped in front, ignoring Joe's dirty look. 'Where's Mel?' He scanned the crowd behind her in case the blonde was lurking somewhere. 'She won't answer for phone.' Gabby shrugged.
'I haven't seen her since yesterday.' Trevor frowned, before walking off.
'Oi, what about our drinks?' Joe shouted after him, but Trevor had already disappeared into his office, slamming the door behind him.
'Now, are you sure you want to go?' Jason asked, as they made their way towards the village square that evening. 'Because we can turn back now.'
Emmy chewed her bottom lip, looking down at herself. She was dressed as a zombie, but had maybe accidently-on-purpose cut it a little short. She'd felt a little daring with the costume, also torn and sprayed with fake blood. 'Well... It would be a shame seeing as we're all dressed up.' She flashed him a wry grin. 'We'll just avoid everyone else, it'll be easy.'
Jason chuckled, hobbling along with his crutches. He was dressed in black robes, a Scream mask balanced on his head. 'That's if they can get me in.'
'Good point. You can just whack your way through,' she pointed out helpfully. Jason grinned at her, brown eyes bright.
'You'd like to see that, huh?'
'Would be interesting.' Their laughter faded as they approached the flats; they could already hear the heavy beat of music through the walls. A couple of people were milling around outside; she spotted Robbie and Finn straight away.
They hadn't exactly bothered, but Finn was wearing a clock with a high collar and Robbie had Devil horns stuck on his head. How apt. They came to a stop beside them, Emmy inching a little closer to Jason. Robbie saw this, tilting his head.
She looked away.
Finn hung ever so slightly behind Robbie, hands in his trackies. He leered at her. 'Nice dress, Em.' She narrowed her eyes.
Robbie grinned. 'Yeah, is a little revealing, ain't it?'
'I think she looks nice,' Jason put in.
Emmy smiled at him. 'Thank you.'
'I think she looks like a slut,' Finn muttered. She noticed Robbie elbow him sharply, before he met her gaze.
'Not a bad slut though.'
'Will you both leave her alone?' Jason scowled, moving ahead on his crutches. Emmy went to follow, but Robbie stepped to block her path. He gave her another once over.
'I think you look great,' he murmured. Emmy tried to ignore the way her heart skipped, pushing past him and following Jason into the house.
Robbie stared after them. 'Mate, you've got it bad, haven't you?' Finn sparked his fag, handing the box over.
'Fuck off.'
'So, what're you gonna do?' Finn looked devious, fag hanging from his mouth. Robbie looked back at the house.
'I don't know yet.'
'You should fuck her.'
Robbie looked at him. 'Not everyone's a rapist like you.' Finn went red, scowling.
'You wanted me to do it.' He puffed on the cigarette. 'Anyway, we said we weren't gonna speak about that again.' Robbie grinned, giving him a shove before sparking his own cigarette.
'Yeah, well, shut your mouth. She'll come running, just you wait.'
'Running away,' Finn muttered under his breath, which Robbie chose to ignore. He'd be keeping an eye on Emmy tonight that was for sure. And dressed like that, he couldn't do much else.
Inside the house, Holly was standing by the drinks table, filling up her glass with WKD. The party was just hotting up, the music loud and the flat packed. She looked around the room with a satisfied grin. Everyone would be talking about this party for weeks, and if she could pull this off, then her Sweet 16th would be amazing.
Her eyes fell on Robbie and Finn; they'd just come in through the front door. Finn was dressed as Dracula, minus the teeth.
Robbie had gone to the effort of sticking a pair of red horns on his head, wearing his normal black jacket and jeans. Finn's eyes rested coolly on her, and Holly stiffened. His gaze swept her entire body from across the room, an appreciative grin pulling at his lips.
She suddenly wished she'd worn something a little longer. She tugged to get her black dress further than the tops of her thighs, groaning inwardly as they made their way over. She gave a dramatic roll of her eyes.
Finn was grinning. 'Hey, look, it's Tinkerbell off that porno I watched last night.'
Holy flushed. 'What do you want?'
'Just checking out the goods,' Finn replied, eyes lingering on exposed cleavage. Holly folded her arms.
'Don't think I won't take your eyes out,' she retorted. Finn's eyes narrowed. Holly looked at Robbie, but he seemed distracted, peering over the sea of heads. She looked the same way, eyes landing on Jason and Emmy. She felt her stomach tighten a little, lip downturned. They were sat on the sofa, both with bottles of drink, cuddled into each other.
Holly looked back at Robbie. He had exactly the same expression and the penny dropped. She nearly gasped with surprise; he liked Em.
Finn gave her a weird look. 'Are you listening to me? You know what I'm capable of.'
Holly looked back at him, confused for a moment. 'I don't care, Finn. You don't frighten me.' His hand shot out, gripping her wrist. He pulled her close, too close, her palms pressed against his chest.
'What are you doing?' she hissed, trying to squirm away. She couldn't decide if she was excited, or repulsed.
'I could have you any time I want,' he muttered. She stared at him, a nervous giggle escaping. She couldn't tell if he was joking, but her stomach tightened with fear.
Robbie grabbed his arm. 'Leave it, you perv. Stop wasting your time.' He moved through the crowd. Finn stared at her a moment longer. Then, he released her and disappeared after Robbie. Holly exhaled heavily, leaning back against the table. She really didn't like where this was going and Finn could be... scary at times.
Unable to calm her pounding heart, she drained her glass back in one, the alcohol turning her stomach rather than anything.
Over at the sofa, Jason had his arm wrapped around Emmy, his crutches leaning against the wall beside them. The music was loud, so they had to lean close to talk. His thumb was tracing circles on the back of her hand, and she rested her head against his shoulder, blissful.
He took a sip of his beer, before leaning close. 'I'm really glad you came tonight, Emmy.'
She smiled at him. 'I wouldn't have come if you didn't,' she admitted; events like this weren't typically her thing, but if she was starting afresh, it was probably time to change that.
Jason brushed a strand of curling hair behind her ear, dipping his head to kiss her. Emmy sank into the kiss, frustrated at her body's lack of response.
Where was her pounding heart? Her clenching stomach? She pulled back, cheeks flushed. Jason was a safe love. He was good for her, stable. Balanced. Exactly the kind of person she needed.
She needed to focus on that.
Freddie moved over to the bar, waiting impatiently for service. He stared out at the club, lights flashing on the ceiling and walls. He watched as Joe moved from the table, heading towards the men's toilets. Freddie hesitated, before following. Things were still tense between the pair, but Freddie needed to speak to someone.
He crossed the club to the toilets, pushing open the door. It stank like beer and piss. Joe was propped up against the urinal, relieving himself. He looked behind him when he heard the door, frowning when he saw Freddie.
He zipped up his trousers and moved to wash his hands. 'I don't want a fight, Fred,' he warned his younger brother. Freddie shook his head.
'I ain't here to fight.' When Joe didn't answer, he continued. 'It's about Fraser.'
'He ain't proposed to mum, has he?'
Freddie shook his head. 'He threatened Robbie.'
Joe dried his hands. 'What? When?'
'A few weeks ago. He had a gun.' Joe was frowning, looking unconvinced. Freddie sighed. 'I ain't lying to you.'
Joe suddenly looked angry, his bulk nearly filling the small toilet in his rage. His eyes darkened. 'Where is he? Does mum know? I'll fucking kill him!'
Freddie pushed him back a little. 'I've got it handled, don't worry. I just needed you to know.' Joe sighed, but nodded and Freddie wasn't sure if he was completely convinced. 'Keep an eye on Robbie.'
'I will do.'
Freddie nodded, as Joe left the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind him. He hoped telling Joe had been the right thing to do; he wasn't always around, what if preparing for the new baby, but if someone else had Robbie's back, he'd be a lot safer.
Freddie still didn't know what Fraser's plan was, and to be honest, he was a little nervous about finding out.
Emmy rested against Jason's chest, listening to his heartbeat. She wasn't sure how long they were sat there for, but after their third and a half bottle, she stood up.
'Back soon.' Emmy pecked his lips, leaving him on the sofa to find a toilet.
Across the room, Holly watched with narrowed eyes. Brushing her blonde tresses over her shoulder, she pushed her way through the dancers towards Jason. He looked surprised to see her, despite the party being at her flat.
'Jason,' she simpered, moving to sit beside him. She placed a hand on his knee. 'I'm really sorry about what happened.'
Jason shifted, uncomfortable. 'I don't... Don't really want to talk about it...' he trailed off, red in the face as she trailed her hand upwards.
'I'd do anything to make it up to you,' she murmured. Jason reached out, grabbing a crutch and hauling himself up fast. He tried to ignore the sharp pain in his leg.
'I'm all right, thanks.'
Holly looked at him, tears coming instantly. 'Jason, please, it was an accident. I hit my head.' She wiped her eyes. 'I'd tell you if I knew.'
'Ruby's dead, Holly,' he muttered, lip curling slightly. 'You should try remembering a little harder.'
'Jason, please-'
He sighed, shaking his head. 'Just leave us alone.' Balancing himself on both crutches, he hopped away, leaving Holly furious behind him. She glared, arms folded tight. What the hell did he see in that weirdo anyway? Emmy was just some scarred loner. She was a nobody.
Even Robbie was drooling after her like a fucking dog. Well, this wasn't over. A smirk grew as a plan began to form.
Emmy left the bathroom, a smile on her face as she thought of Jason. He was so sweet to her and she knew she was lucky to have found him. She'd felt a lot happier than she had in a while when she was with him; she didn't need a skipping heart, nor butterflies to tell her that.
She moved across the room, stopping short when she got to the sofa.
Jason was sat with his back to her, his Scream mask hanging on the back of his head. He was having a tonguing battle with Holly.
Holly pulled back a little, catching sight of Emmy. She smirked, and then resumed kissing. Emmy felt tears sting her eyes as she turned, fighting her way through the others. She felt sick, but what could she expect? She'd done exactly the same thing to him, except with his twin.
What kind of person did that make her? Maybe she deserved it.
Needing air, Emmy made her way out the flat, downstairs and into the cool dark night. The stupid dress she was wearing was too short and she instantly regretted her choice as goose bumps rose on every exposed inch of her body.
Emmy took a deep breath, wiping the tears from her eyes and giving a sniff. Someone shifted behind her. Emmy spun around, eyes settling on Robbie. He was leaning against the wall in the shadows, smoking. She felt another surge of anger at the sight of him. She needed to get away from all of them.
Emmy was too drunk and needed to sleep, desperate for her pills and her bed. She turned and walked off. Robbie was at her side in seconds, flicking his fag butt aside. 'Who upset you?'
She didn't look at him. 'Leave me alone.'
'Where are you going?'
'Home!' Even if it was way past her curfew and her Dad would probably ground her again. She wanted to be grounded. Then, she had a reason to hide away.
Robbie tried to take her wrist, but she jerked away. He frowned. 'Have you taken your pill?'
Emmy glared at him, temper flaring. 'Don't take the piss out of me.'
'I'm being serious.' He wasn't smirking for once, his brow furrowed in concern. But, she brushed it off. It was a game to him, it had to be. She couldn't fall for it.
'I don't have my pills,' Emmy admitted, wrapping her arms tight around her to block out the chill. 'See you at school.' She made to walk off.
'Come with me.' His words stopped her short. She looked across at Robbie, trying to read his features. His gaze was steady.
The idea was tempting. Maybe because she had drank too much. Emmy hesitated, nibbling her bottom lip. He watched this action with dark eyes.
'Where?'
Tearing his gaze from her lips, he looked around. 'The park?' She gave him a doubtful look and he grinned. 'What? It won't be for a long.' He slid a bottle of whisky from beneath his jacket. 'I stole this an' someone's gotta finish it with me.'
'That's probably going to kill me,' Emmy muttered, but walked beside them as they set off for the direction of the park. She was still a little unsure of going with Robbie Roscoe, alone, to a dark place, but she couldn't face going home and she certainly couldn't face going back to Holly's. She shivered as she walked and he frowned.
'You want my jacket?'
Emmy shrugged. 'You'll get cold.' Robbie pulled a face, unzipping it and handing it to her.
'I don't need a jacket; I'm a man.' This, she laughed at and he gave her a good-natured grin in return. They reached the park, opening the squeaky metal gate. Robbie led her to the slide and the two sat down beneath it. They were facing each other, knees crammed tight together. Emmy pulled up her hood in case of spiders.
Robbie opened the whisky. 'So, Emmy, 'ere we are.'
'I guess so...'
'Are you gonna tell me why you left the party?' He took a sip and handed it to her. Emmy didn't meet his gaze, taking her sip. It burned her mouth, bitter.
'It was nothing.'
Robbie shook his head. 'I know when you're lying. You always play with your sleeve when you're lie.'
'I'm not lying,' she scowled, but found she tugged at her sleeve harder. The grin he gave her was slow, eyes smouldering. 'I was bored.'
'Bullshit; tell me the truth.'
Emmy huffed. 'Fine. I saw Jason kissing Holly.' She folded her arms, staring hard at the floor, unsure of whether she should have told him or not. Robbie was quiet for a couple of minutes. 'Not like I don't deserve it. I kissed you.'
'Can't believe he'd have it in him,' he admitted, and truthfully, he couldn't. Unless Jason had drunk way too much, then he wouldn't even have the guts to talk to Holly, let alone stick his tongue in her mouth.
But, Emmy had been pretty upset when she left and it didn't seem like she was making it up. Robbie took a few swallows of whisky, the pit of his stomach hot. 'Why do you draw things like that?' he asked, handing the bottle over.
Emmy blinked at the swift change of subject, but took the whisky, watching him carefully. 'That was my... bad day book.' She flushed a little. 'I just draw how I feel. I wasn't having a good day, as you could tell.'
Robbie grinned. 'You're a good drawer, if it wasn't for the morbid pictures.'
'You should see my good day book,' she replied. 'My dad taught me to draw; I'm no way near as good as him yet.' She was smiling, her blue eyes brighter than he'd seen them.
'Is Trevor the one who gave you the scar?' he asked. Emmy's smile was instantly wiped.
'No! He saved my life, if he hadn't come to find me, I would have...' she stiffened. 'How do you know my dad?'
Robbie shrugged. 'My brother's done a few things for him before.' She took a small sip, passing it back. She still looked wary.
'My dad isn't a bad man.' When Robbie said nothing, she sighed. 'I promise you. He has a good heart.' The whisky was getting lower now and Emmy pulled out her phone to check the time.
She cursed. There was a missed call off Jason. Suddenly, it started ringing in her hands.
Robbie looked at the caller I.D, seeing his twin's name. He snatched the phone and pressed reject. Then, he turned it off. 'What are you doing?' she demanded, as he handed it back.
'Ignore him. He doesn't know what's good for him.'
'And you do?' Emmy raised an eyebrow. He grinned, leaning close.
'I do.' His eyes dipped to her lips, wet from whisky. Then, he laughed and climbed out from beneath the slide. 'Come on, then.'
'Where are we going?' She followed, tugging his jacket tighter around herself. She had no idea how Robbie wasn't freezing.
He grinned. 'To mine.'
She stopped in her tracks. 'What?'
He sighed, pulling her after him. 'Come on.'
Unable to make much protest and the whisky making the streets of Hollyoaks a blur, they managed to get to his house without drawing too much attention to themselves. Robbie unlocked the front door, putting a finger to his lips to quieten her.
If Jason was already home, they were fucked.
If his mum was home, he was fucked.
The house was dark and silent, and it seemed everybody was out. Except for Ziggy, of course, who never left the confines of his bedroom. He took Emmy's hand, enjoying the softness of her skin against his. He led her up the stairs, hoping and praying his bedroom would be empty.
Someone was helping him tonight, because to his luck, it was. He shut the door behind them, a small grin pulling at his mouth.
He had Emmy exactly where he wanted her. She stood anxiously by the bed in that too-short dress, hands clutched in front of her. 'Do you want to watch a film?' He jerked a head towards the rows of DVDs that he and Jason had acquired over the years. Mainly horrors and action films, a few comedies and the odd dotted romance- Lindsey's, he was sure.
He gestured to the top bunk. 'That's mine.'
Emmy looked unsure. 'What if Jason comes back?'
Robbie shrugged. 'He's probably too busy with Holly, ain't he?' Maybe it was a bit tight to play on that, but Robbie was going to use whatever he could to get his way. He was adamant he was going to have the troubled and broken virgin before his brother.
Jason wouldn't be able to handle a girl like her anyway. She was feisty and stubborn, a fighter. A crazy little psycho. And he loved it.
He watched as she crossed to the DVD shelf, pulling out a horror; Friday the 13th. Seemed a good choice for Halloween. She handed it to him. 'Not a bad choice.' He put it in the player, eyes on her behind as she climbed onto the stop bunk. She sat, cross-legged, at the end of the bed, looking extremely nervous.
Robbie pressed place on the film and the creepy intro music began to play. He climbed up to his bed, plonking himself down beside her. Robbie fluffed up his pillow and stuffed it behind his back.
He looked at her. 'Ain't you gonna get comfy?'
Oh, he would like that, she thought to herself, back board-straight as if afraid to make any movement. And she was. Robbie had that predatory look in his eye, leaning back and looking as relaxed as ever. 'I'm okay here.'
'Nah, c'mon,' he insisted, pulling her up in front of him. She barely managed to stop herself falling into his lap. They got comfy, Emmy making sure they were a few good inches apart on the narrow bunk bed. It was awkward to say the least.
They were quiet for a long time, and she tried to best to concentrate on the film. Watching some big headed bald kid drag someone off a boat and into a lake. She couldn't even keep up with the plot of the film.
She was hyperaware of every move Robbie made and was positive he was inching closer.
Maybe she was inching back. She couldn't tell.
Robbie's fingers brushed the bare skin of her thigh and she looked up at him. He was right behind her, body barely a hair width from hers. Emmy's heart hammered in her chest as he let his hand rest there.
'Why do you hate me so much?'
She hesitated. 'I don't hate you. You're just a dick.'
He grinned, broad and cocky, fingers tracing higher. 'It just comes to me naturally.' His hand stilled their movement on her skin and she knew he'd found another scar. He stared at her. 'Show me.'
Emmy swallowed, leaning up on her elbows. She slowly parted her legs. Robbie glanced down, pushing up the tattered and bloody hem of her dress, maybe a little further up then it should have been.
Her thighs were patterned with small circular burns from the cherries of countless cigarettes. Robbie looked at them for a long while, before he began to trace them too, fingers gliding over the scarred skin. Finally, he looked up, hand resting on her inner thigh. 'Why did he do that?'
Emmy shrugged, looking away and closing her thighs on his hand. 'It didn't matter what I did. I just tried to be away from him when he smoked.'
Robbie's jaw was tense as he slid his hand free. Emmy laid back down again, his hand working its way up her body. Every inch of her tingled.
He pushed her dress up further, her protest dying in her throat as his fingers tickled over her stomach.
Robbie moved closer, body pressed against her back. He felt warm through the thin material of her dress. She stared up at him, unable to look anywhere else.
The film was completely forgotten as he dipped his head to kiss her. Their lips met, gentle and unsure, hesitant on her part. His tongue probed her mouth, sending sparks shooting through her body and straight to the pit of her stomach.
Emmy carefully brought her hand up, resting it on his side. Robbie's own hands were wandering her navel, trying to push her dress higher. She sat up, flushing. 'Robbie.'
He stared at her. His eyes looked black in the dim bedroom, the only light coming from the TV. Then, he began to kiss her throat. 'I need you, Em.' His voice was a lot deeper and huskier than normal.
'I'm scared.' It slipped out before she could stop it. He pulled back a little.
'You shouldn't be scared of me.' She lay back against the pillows, watching as he slid his shirt off. He had sparse brown hair on his torso unlike his twin who was bare.
A trail of hair led from his belly-button and disappeared into his jeans. Unable to help herself, she dragged her nails down it. His abs tightened and he groaned against her throat.
Robbie deepened the kiss, tongue probing her mouth and body partly covering hers. Emmy whimpered as his fingers dragged down her stomach, playing around the hem of her underwear. She moaned softly into his mouth, hand gripping his hair.
She could feel his arousal pressing through his jeans against her leg, and felt a burst of desire in the pit of her stomach. Robbie's fingers dipped lower, brushing her sweet spot. Her hips bucked against his hand and she clutched him closer.
'Never been touched before, huh' Robbie murmured, voice hoarse. Emmy gasped as his thumb began to circle, feeling something tighten in her stomach. She shook her head.
'I've never... I don't know...' She clamped her mouth shut. She didn't want to sound as inexperience and naive as she was.
'I'll look after you,' he muttered into her ear, before he pushed his finger deep. Emmy gasped, hips rising. His mouth moved to nip her throat as his finger worked deep. His mouth sought hers and she did her best to focus on the kiss, as he slowly pushed another finger inside.
Never in her life... Her chest felt tight with excitement and pleasure at what he was doing to her body, but she also felt a thin thread of guilt and fear, knowing they could be walked in on at any moment.
He was sucking her bare shoulder, marking it before she could stop him. His free hand was roaming up her dress again, sliding beneath the material of her bra before he caught a nipple.
Emmy gasped against his lips, as his thumb began to press and circle her sweet spot. She'd never felt anything like this, her mind was fuzzy and she was struggling to keep her breathing even. Robbie nipped her ear.
'Come for me.' His crude words sent waves rushing through her body; she felt like she was flying, her eyes tightly shut as he pinched at her clit hard. He peppered kisses up her throat, before landing one firmly on her mouth.
Emmy lay, panting, mind spinning as she leant against the pillows. He was grinning, sliding his fingers free. He hovered above her body, trousers tented, his eyes darker than she'd ever seen them. 'Don't look so worried,' he murmured, shifting to lie beside her. 'I ain't gonna force you to do anything.'
Emmy's flush darkened as what they'd just done truly hit her. She'd had her first orgasm at the hand of Robbie Roscoe and she felt guilty, not for betraying Jason but for the fact that he hadn't really crossed her mind. Emmy sat up, fixing her dress and he must have noticed the look on her face because he sighed. 'Don't look like that, Em.' Could he blame her for feeling so awkward? She shuffled to the ladder.
'I'm sorry. I should go.' She felt suddenly embarrassed and shy; he'd seen too much of her, that was for sure.
'Stay with me,' he replied quietly, though he made no move to stop her. 'We'll deal with your dad tomorrow.' Emmy hesitated, the idea sorely tempting. It was already past midnight, her head already pounding and body trembling.
Finally, she sank back onto the bed. Robbie grinned, looking victorious. 'I don't... we can't...' She flushed, looking down. Robbie sighed, tugging her back to him.
'I told you, I ain't gonna force you. I ain't like that.' She felt a little reassured at her words, unable to stop herself leaning into him as he pulled her close. His arm wrapped tight around her and her heart gave that familiar pound, which only seemed to happen when Robbie was near.
It was late by the time Sandy returned home; she'd spent the evening with Fraser. He'd taken her out for a meal while everybody else enjoyed the Halloween festivities and they'd spent the night at the cinema.
Now, kicking off her heels to relieve the aching in her feet, Sandy hung her jacket on the hook. The house was quiet and she wasn't sure if any of her boys were home. Other than Ziggy, that was. Try as she might, he'd refused to leave the house earlier, insisting they all go and enjoy themselves.
'I'm just going to check on Ziggy,' she told Fraser, as he moved to put the kettle on. He nodded, giving her a soft, if tired smile. Moving carefully up the stairs, Sandy reached his bedroom first, pushing it open. She could see the shape of her middle child in bed, his back to her.
Her heart felt heavy as she looked at him for a moment; the room seemed bare, boxes of Ruby's things packed against the back wall. He still couldn't find the strength to get rid of any of the things though.
Sandy shut the door quietly behind her and turned around. A blue light shone from the twins' room and she frowned, peering in; the TV was on stand-by, whatever film that had been on finished a long time ago.
Sandy moved into the room to turn off the TV, wondering who'd left it on. She glanced at Jason's empty bunk, and then up to Robbie's. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest; Robbie was asleep above the duvet, his arm wrapped tight around a snoozing Emmy. Her body, beneath the sheets, was tucked tightly into his, their hands clasped together. A million thoughts rushed through her mind.
Where was Jason? Had something happened between them? Had something happened between her and Robbie? She didn't know what to think. Out of all her boys Robbie had never bought a girl home. And even when he did get girlfriends, she always heard about it from everyone else. Sandy would have been pleased, if it wasn't his twin's girlfriend in his bed.
She wasn't sure what to do. Robbie wouldn't forgive her if she woke them by going off her head, but she felt close to doing just that. She'd warned him, she'd prayed hard that this wouldn't happen, that-
The door creaked behind her. Sandy spun around, eyes widening as she saw Jason, illuminated by the blue screen. He was on one crutch, looking distracted.
He frowned when he saw her, before his eyes went to Robbie's bunk.
She was sure he went pale, expression blank for the briefest moment. Then, he looked utterly devastated. He turned and left the room, heading back down the stairs, careful not to overbalance on his crutch in his rush to get down the stairs. Sandy quickly turned off the TV and left, careful not to disturb the sleeping pair.
'Jase, wait,' she whispered, moving down into the bright hallway. Jason was already pulling on his coat, chucking his Scream mask aside. 'Jase, don't go.'
'I ain't staying here!' he spat, bitterly. 'I fucking hate him!'
'Maybe it isn't what it looks like...' she suggested, heart breaking at his words. Jason stared at her.
'Are you serious? It looks pretty dodgy to me.' He zipped up his coat, grabbing his other crutch from the wall.
'I thought you went to the party together?' Sandy was trying to wrap her head around what had happened between the three of them tonight, surprised to see he was just as clueless as her.
'We did, and then she just disappeared. I've been looking everywhere for her.' He shook his head. 'I can't stay here. I'm going to Joe's.' Before she could stop him, he turned, throwing open the front door and hobbling out. It slammed loudly behind him and she sighed, folding her arms over her chest.
She raised her eyes to the ceiling, not sure how she could help her sons.
Because right now, things were looking worse by the day.
