Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 15
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: Cook got them, unfortunately.
A/N: Not beta'd so mistakes are purely mine. Thanks for all the comments! They really do keep me going!
Naomi decided to run towards Emily, wanting to free the red head from the massive, greasy hands that were holding her back, as she saw her cringe from the tightness of the grip. She had barely moved an inch, hardly even stepped one foot frontwards, when she felt Cook's gun point directly towards her temple, the cold, metal muzzle almost touching her skin.
"Don't even try." Cook warned, punctuating each word with the gritting of his teeth, his nostrils growing into a flare, as he saw Naomi still determined to take a step towards the trussed red head. "Don't make your death come sooner Naomi." He spoke, making his voice sound grim. "I'm serious."
Naomi closed her eyes, taking a deep, jagged breath, as she tried to think of a way out of their fucked up situation. She eyed the struggling red head, deciding whether to take the risky step forward and ignore Cook's warning, or restrain herself and just go with the flow of things until she could find the perfect time for them to escape. She was really opting for the second alternative, but the sight of Emily helplessly struggling against the tight grip that was keeping hold of her made Naomi want to just forget about Cook's threat and his men hovering around. She desperately wanted to keep Emily safe, yet, as she caught the red head's pleading eyes, she stopped immediately. Emily was pleading her to take things slowly, forget about her own safety momentarily. Emily wanted her not to do anything rash that could only lead them to more harm. Taking that as a precaution, Naomi gave the red head a half nod before turning around, regretting each step she was taking, and faced Cook, his gun now aimed towards the center of her forehead. She eyed him with a deadly glare that sent him laughing instead, to her utter surprise and annoyance.
"I think you really hate me now Naomi." He muttered in between his laughter, bringing the gun down.
"I never liked you." She answered, her words barely escaping between her clenched teeth.
Cook broke into an even louder laugh. "I believe that wasn't the case a few fucking weeks ago." He paused, throwing Emily a hateful glare. "When you haven't even met her." He pointed out, aiming his gun towards the red head.
"Cook do-"
"Don't worry." He scoffed, tucking his gun in. "I won't kill her yet." Naomi shrugged Cook's hand away from her shoulder. "I still have a few things in mind." He smiled, an insulting grin spreading wide on his face. "Bring them to the car!" Cook shouted, rounding his men up, beckoning them that they were about to leave. He turned to Emily's captor and motioned him to free the red head. "Let them be. This would be their last." He scoffed.
Naomi cursed when she felt a hand pushing her roughly to take a step forward as she waited for Emily to join her. Taking the red head's hand, they followed Cook, walking towards a black unscathed car. Feeling the blood boil inside her, she couldn't help but shout. "You fucking cheater!" Cook wasn't even on the chase. Rather, he was in this unharmed car watching them risk their lives for the purpose of his entertainment.
"I never fight fair Naomi. You should be the first to know that."
The blonde felt Emily's tight grip on her hand, stopping her from charging at Cook. She was on the verge of her control, her patience already at the end of the thread. Her rage was way past her boiling point already, her body shaking from it to prove the point. She almost punched one of Cook's men when she felt another shove to her shoulder, if it wasn't for Emily standing close by her side. She took a deep breath, wincing again as another surge of pain attack her chest, and focused on keeping her rage under control, counting Emily's jagged breaths to distract herself.
"Any last requests?" Cook shuffled from the passenger's seat, turning towards the two girls sitting on the back.
Naomi rolled her eyes. "Yes, pull over and let us go."
Cook snorted and laughed. "Humor me." He shuffled back to his seat, leaving the two girls alone.
The blonde slumped back to her seat, trying desperately to hide the pain she was having from Emily. But her pale face was giving much away, wincing every time a pang of pain jolted through her chest as she took deep breaths. She felt Emily's hand squeezing hers tighter, a sign that she had already noticed Naomi's distress and that she was extremely worried. Yet, not one of them dared to say a word, afraid that Cook or his companion would hear and that would only put them into greater peril. Naomi squeezed the red head's hand back, telling her that she was okay and that she could still deal with the pain. As much as Emily wanted to comfort the blonde and soothe the ache, she remained unmoving, her eyes just fixed on Naomi's face, waiting for the blonde's expressions to somehow give her a clue of what Naomi exactly was feeling. She wanted badly for the blonde to be fine, but hated the feeling that she couldn't do anything about it, hated that the best she could offer was a squeeze of the hand, nothing more. She wanted to at least wipe the trails of blood off of Naomi's face, yet she couldn't do so for she was afraid that she would just cause more damage rather than comfort at all. She felt her eyes welling up again, the lump on her throat forming once more. But this time, she chose not to cry, because crying was a sign of weakness and Cook can't see any of that. She bravely swallowed the lump on her throat, pushing back the stinging tears at the same time. She was not weak, neither useless. Naomi said she wasn't, and all she needed to do was to believe on that, continue to keep believing on what Naomi said. She heaved a sigh, the final key to finally push her tears aside, and went back on looking at the blonde, studying her expressions, gauging her reactions and squeezing her hand to let Naomi know that she was there, that she will just be there. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours, exchanging squeezes, assuring each other that they were both fine, that they will make it out there alive.
As the car skidded into a halt, the two girls were roughly pushed to step outside, Cook's men leading them into the entrance of an unfamiliar edifice. Arriving at a wide and empty room, they stopped walking, Naomi and Emily right in the middle of the area with Cook directly opposite them, just a few steps away. His men went back into hovering around, like they were watching a scene from some fucking movie. Naomi gripped Emily's hand tighter than ever, pulling her closer. Her heart was hammering out loud, frantically beating that it sent a surge of pain throughout her chest, yet she ignored it, brushing it off from her attention. She watched as Cook paced in front of them, his gun dangling from his grip, his gaze never leaving them both.
"Lovely sight, really." He snorted, eyeing the two girl's intertwined hands. "It's actually pretty fucking heart melting."
"Like you have a heart." The blonde hissed, a fair amount of venom in her voice.
"Tut-tut." He muttered. "Don't mess with my patience Naomi." Cook jiggled his index finger, an insulting smile playing in his lips. "So." He paused, cocking his head to the side. "Back to business."
"Just let Emily go Cook. It's me that you want." Naomi stiffly replied, watching Cook as he marched towards them, ignoring the tight squeeze of Emily's hand as she spoke the words.
"No." Cook cried out. "It's actually her that I want."
"Let her go. This is between you and me." Naomi spoke between clenched teeth, her hand letting go of Emily's as she took a small step forward, hovering in front of Emily, shielding her. She heard the red head's soft protests against her actions, yet she just turned her head around and whispered "Just stand behind me." to her, shifting her gaze back to Cook who was now a mere few inches away from them.
"You and me?" Cook cried in disbelief. "This was never supposed to be fucking between you and me." He spoke, his teeth gritting. "This was supposed to be between us and her Naomi." He pointed his gun towards Emily. "Fucking us and her! Not you and me!"
Naomi tried not to wince as Cook jiggled the gun, aiming towards Emily, while he angrily spoke. She moved a few more steps to the side to completely cover Emily, feeling the red head's hands grip the hem of her shirt. "It's between you and me now Cook." She replied, putting much weight on the "now" part. "So just let her go." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Please."
"What was that?" Cook asked mockingly. "Did I hear you say please?" The blonde didn't answer.
Cook let out a taunting laugh. "Since when the fuck did you learn to beg?"
"Just let her go Cook. I'll do everything you want."
"You'll do everything for her?" He scoffed. "That's fucking pathetic."
"I'll do everything you say Cook. You can do whatever you want with me. Just please let Emily go." She felt Emily's grip on her tightening, her shoulder now damp with the red head's tears.
"Really now?" Cook snorted.
Naomi paused for a few moments, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, her hand pinched the bridge of her nose, gathering all the courage she could muster. Upon batting her eyes open, she slowly crouched down, bending her knees like she was begging. She lifted her gaze from the floor, staring at Cook who roared with laughter along with his men. She could hear Emily's soft sobs behind her, the boisterous laughter ringing in her ears. Yet she ignored all of what she was hearing and carried on to speak.
"Please let her go Cook. I'm begging you."
"Awww, isn't that sweet." He scoffed. "The once high and mighty Naomi now down on her knees."
"Let Emily go. Please." She pleaded once more.
She watched as Cook marched towards her, stopping almost an inch away, an insulting grin plastered on his face. He stepped his right foot forward. "Kiss it."
"What?" Naomi asked in disbelief.
"Kiss it!" He scowled when the blonde didn't move. "You're at my fucking mercy Naomi."
Naomi could feel her jaw clenching with anger, but followed suit. Slowly, she bent down, her lips brushing along Cook's filthy shoe. The whole room was filled once more with howling laughter as Cook and his men watched her do what she was told. She could feel her heart swelling with anger because of her wounded pride, but chose to remain silent for it was Emily's life that was at stake. She eyed Cook as he stooped down to meet her eye level.
"Pretty fucking impressive Naomikins, fucking moving too." He jeered. "But you said it yourself. I don't have a fucking heart."
"Fuck you." She spat back, feeling the sudden surge of rage circulating in her body.
With one swift move, Cook grabbed the blonde's collar, dragging her up to stand. "Watch your words Naomi. You're in my fucking territory." He retorted between his clenched teeth before recklessly removing his grip from the blonde. He buried his face in his palms, scrunching it all together, deciding what to do next. "You were fucking important to me Naomi. The only person I ever trusted. How can you even do this?" He shouted right before her face.
"It's not my problem if I mattered to you." She hissed. "You taught me to never trust anyone. How come you didn't live by your teachings?"
"See. See that's what I like about you." Cook replied. "You're clever and you would be a really big loss." He backed away for a fair number of steps. "So I'm giving you another chance."
"Don't waste your time Cook. I won't come back."
Cook's hand balled into fists, his other hand gripping the gun tighter as he heard Naomi's answer. He could feel his anger and frustration rising up above his head. "Don't make this hard for yourself Naomi."
"I won't come back. You won't have me back Cook."
Cook marched towards Naomi, his gun pointing right in front of her forehead, his hand grabbing her by the collar. "You're going to regret saying that." Letting go of the blonde, he backed away again, his eyes and gun not leaving Naomi. "I'll make you choose instead. Your life-" He swayed the gun, aiming at Emily. "-or hers."
Naomi's body stiffened, her muscles straining tight as she racked her brains for something to do, for any way out. She was already sure of her answer, but she needed to be sure that Emily would be safe, that the red head would make it out alive and unharmed.
"Choose!" Cook cried out loud, his finger clutching the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.
"Shoot me Cook! Shoot me!" Naomi screamed, attempting to catch the lad's attention, as she saw Cook's gun swaying towards Emily's direction. "Not her Cook! Me!"
"No!" Emily bellowed in protest, her tears flowing down relentlessly at her cheeks, as she gripped Naomi's waist to stop the blonde from shielding her, but she was failing.
In the middle of nowhere, of scrambling feet and endless screams, a deafening gunshot echoed out loud.
