Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 7

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. I just wish I do. I seriously need a genie.

Summary: Confusion settles in, leading into a series of unfortunate events :D

A/N: Not beta'd so mistakes are purely mine. Thanks for all the comments! They really do keep me going! I think it's a meh chapter though =/

Do it.

A strong thump of the heart.

Just fucking do it.

A loud, banging beat.

Get this over with.

A painful pound, almost ripping her own chest apart.

She walked towards the bed even closer, the switch blade knife still clutched in her hand tightly. She lifted her shaking hand up, aiming the razor-sharp dagger just mere inches above the sleeping girl's chest, and took one deep, heavy breath. She closed her eyes, preparing to deliver the final blow. Pausing for a moment, she allowed herself to look at the other girl, taking her all in. For the first time ever, she permitted herself to touch the sleeping girl's cheek, her cold fingertips brushing softly against the warm, soft skin. She smiled at the feeling of the sleeping girl's skin against hers, thinking that that probably was the best feeling in the world. But a glance on the positioned blade reminded her of what yet has to be done, pulled her back to reality. She steadied herself then, reverting to her killing stance, her thoughts now focused on carrying out the plan.

Yet, she couldn't even bring herself to swing the switch blade knife, let alone thrust it down on the other girl's chest. She just remained stood there instead, with a knife in hand, her knees bent a little, her lips quivering, her breathing jagged. No matter how many times she forced her hand to move, her will wasn't that strong enough to even make her smallest finger twitch. There was something that was stopping her, something she couldn't point out. An internal battle was going on inside her mind. One part of her brain screamed to just swing the fucking blade and get this all done, save her name and her pride. But a surprisingly larger part bellowed something else, something entirely different. She knew her pride was already losing the battle and it wouldn't be too long before she gives in and just let everything go.

That particular moment came when she finally resigned and ended her internal battle. Lowering her hand, she bent in a little, her lips so close to the sleeping girl's ear.

"You're going to hate me Emily when you finally find out about the truth." She whispered. She leaned in further to inhale that intoxicating scent of hers. She smelled of flowers, the rain and something uniquely Emily. She pulled back, planted a soft, quick kiss on the red head's forehead and stormed out on her way.

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Once inside the confinements of her own room, Naomi flicked her switch blade knife open and angrily flung it across the area, hitting a hanged painting like a dart. She let out a furious groan, sending JJ on the edge of his seat. Her eyes landed on a wooden stool sitting nearby her bedside table. Picking it up, she lifted it above her head and forcefully threw it against the wall, causing it to smash into pieces. She really is unbelievably strong when she's enraged.

"Naomi." JJ nervously called out in the receiver. "Naomi." He repeated when the blonde did not respond. He paused for a moment, waiting for Naomi to speak anything, but instead he heard her sobbing, probably for the first time in his life, because Naomi never cried.

"Naomi." He called out once more, this time gentle, comforting.

"I can't do it J." She finally managed to answer in between her sobs.

"It's okay Naomi. You're not yet ready. Don't push yourself. We'll do it some other time."

"No, you don't get it J!" She shouted in protest. "I can't kill her. Ever. I just- I just don't think I can." She burst into another set of tears, hating herself for being this weak. She cursed herself for letting Emily get a hold on her, yet she knew she couldn't blame her either. Things just went out of her control, totally out of her hands.

"Oh. Right. We'll that's gotta be a problem." JJ replied casually, like it was no big deal. "I think you should take a rest first Naomi and then we'll sort this out later okay? You and me."

"You're not even going to ask me why?"

"Look Naomi, I don't want to force you to say things to me okay? I want you to tell me things when you're comfortable enough. I don't want to put more pressure on you either, that's Cook's job." He paused and let out a chuckle. "Besides, I know there's a pretty good reason why you can't do this, because you just don't back out against something. It's not like you."

Naomi let out another sob before answering. "Thanks J. So much."

"No problem." He replied in satisfaction.

With that, she let herself drop to bed, buried her face on the pillows and drifted off to sleep. Into another world were complicated things like this did not even exist.

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"Freddie!"

Freddie turned around and saw Thomas running towards him.

"Hey Thomas!" He greeted happily. "Haven't seen you around that much."

Thomas bent down on his knees, panting. "You need to see this Freddie." He muttered breathlessly.

"See what?" The kind inspector asked.

Thomas stood upright, taking out a video tape from his jacket pocket and handing it to Freddie.

"Watch this as soon as you can. It's a VTR of Emily's room this morning, around two to three am." He replied with a dark, grave tone.

"What's in here?" Freddie asked, his forehead growing into a crease.

"Just watch. As soon as you can." Thomas replied. He patted Freddie over his shoulder before making his way, leaving the confused and flabbergasted inspector alone.

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The incessant ringing of her phone woke Naomi up. She reached out and grabbed the cell phone lying on her bedside table and pressed the green button. Holding the phone on her ear, she groaned.

"JJ?"

"Naomi!" JJ shrieked causing Naomi to flinch and hold the cell phone a few inches away from her ear.

"Jesus! What the fuck are you so freaked out about JJ?" She irritatingly asked.

"You need to get out of there!"

"What?"

"You need to get out of there Naomi. Now!"

"Why the fuck?" She asked, her voice now getting higher. She was growing more and more irritated with JJ.

"Your cover's blown Naomi." He replied in a scared, agitated tone.

"What?!" She shouted. "How the fuck did that even happen?!"

"You were caught on VTR when you entered Emily's room. I'm sorry. I didn't know there was a hidden camera."

"Jesus! I thought you checked everything out?" She exclaimed.

"I did! I did! I even checked three times! Plus there was nothing jamming with our signal. I mean, if there were hidden cameras, they should be interfering with our signals."

"But there were hidden cameras J! Otherwise I wouldn't be caught, would I?" Naomi retorted, her words full of sarcasm.

"I know. I know. They must have used high end security cameras. I'm really, really sorry." JJ apologized.

Naomi heaved a sigh before answering. "It's alright J. I'm sorry too. I've been taking it all out on you."

"It's nothing. Now hurry up and leave." He replied, cutting the line off.

The blonde hurriedly jumped out of the bed and slipped on her clothes. She retrieved her suitcase under her bed, throwing it open over the covers, and moved frantically around the room to gather up her things. She ran around the room so much, grabbing each of her stuff and throwing them inside the suitcase, that she didn't notice her door creaking open.

"You're leaving?" A familiar, husky voice asked.

Naomi stopped dead on her tracks, her body freezing, her heart racing. She lifted her head and slowly turned around to face the red head who spoke. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to answer as she once again got lost in Emily's eyes. She watched as the other girl walk towards her, stopping only till they're just one breath away from each other.

"Where are you going?" She asked again. Her eyes full of unanswered questions.

"I need to leave." The blonde finally managed to answer after a moment of silence.

"Why?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?" Emily asked, a hint of hurt and disappointment evident in her voice and in her eyes.

"I just can't okay?" Naomi answered but it came out harsher than she intended to, regretting it later when she saw Emily's eyes mirror hurt and pain in them, amidst the stinging tears.

"Look Emily. I really need to get out of here, so will you please excuse me?" She blurted out, finally sending the red head into tears with her hurtful words. She felt her heart clench tight at the sight of Emily crying. She wanted to take back everything she said and lock Emily into a warm, heartfelt embrace but it was her life at stake. As much as she wanted to stay and be there for Emily, she couldn't afford to compromise things.

Emily stepped aside, letting the blonde pass. But before Naomi could even completely get out, she caught her by the wrist and turned her around.

"Naomi." She called out, her eyes pleading for the blonde to stay.

Naomi shut her eyes tight and heaved a heavy sigh. She knew that the only way for Emily to let her go was to hurt her, threaten her. Even though the mere thought breaks her heart, she went on with it.

"Emily." She called out, gripping the red head by her shoulders. "I'm a very dangerous person. You need to stay away from me. Do you understand?"

"No you're not. I don't believe you." Emily shook her head violently.

"Yes I am. You need to stay away from me, because, because–" She gulped. She knew she was going to regret whatever she was going to say, but she had no choice. It was the only way.

"What?"

"I don't like you, not at all. Not even a single bit. I can't stand being near you." The blonde snapped and turned to leave, slamming the door shut behind her.

The words rolled off Naomi's tongue ever so gratingly that it left Emily anguished, weakened and wounded.

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Naomi revved the motorcycle up as she trailed down the road on an incrementing speed. She felt so disgusted with herself that she was almost tempted to slam the motorcycle against the post, with her being crushed in it. Hurting Emily was unforgivable, a mortal sin. She would never forget the look on Emily's face when she left her. That pained look in her eyes will forever haunt her. She suddenly felt her eyes sting with tears as the vision of the red head continuously flashed on her mind. She desperately wanted to go back, to make things right. She never wanted to leave Emily like this. She wanted her last memory of the red head to be something beautiful, something perfect.

A few moments later, she felt her cell phone ringing on her pocket. Slowing down a tad bit, she reached for it, her forehead creasing as she saw an unknown number calling, and held it on her ear.

"Naomikins."

"Oh shit." She cursed under her breath. "Cook."

"It would seem to me that you disobeyed me again yeah?"

"Look Cook –"

"I can't believe how weak you are Naomi. To think, you learned everything first hand, from me." Cook replied in a dark, disbelieving tone, cutting her off.

"Cook will you-"

"I'm finishing what you started."

"Excuse me?" She asked in confusion. Suddenly, a piercing scream filled her ears. A scream that was too familiar to her, too important.

"Emily!" She shouted. "What the fuck did you do to her Cook?!"

Cook scoffed out loud. "Like I said, finishing what you started."

"Don't you dare touch her Cook! Don't fucking touch her!"

"The game is on Naomi. If you want her, come get her."

"Fuck!" Naomi cursed under her breath as the line went dead. She dropped her foot down on the road, hit the brakes and spun the motorcycle violently around, sending the tires into a splitting screech.

It was a dangerous game of hide and seek she would be playing, with Emily's life on the line.