I did tell you this was going to be a fucking rollercoaster of emotions, so don't get pissed at me when you read this. Poor Ems. :( Make room Jenna, there's a new Bitch in town.

Not so fluffy this one. Not fluffy at all.

Chapter 15 – Naomi's PoV

"Where the fuck is Ems, she should've been out fifteen minutes ago…" I was sharing a table with Effy, Panda, and Katie while picking at the salad in front of me. Katie and Panda were debating over what they were more excited to do first once they got out of this shithole. Effy just sat contentedly with an apple in front of her that she didn't touch, just watched. She looked to me, and could sense my anxiousness and tried to ease it.

"She'll be here soon. Probably had to go to the bathroom or change her uniform…" Effy remarked.

It was no help though. I just stared at my watch, tapping my foot, trying to distract myself by their small talk, however that wasn't working out very well either. It was almost an hour after when Emily said she'd be finished with her fucking brainwashing session, and she still wasn't down here. Panda and Katie were throwing away their garbage and Effy was just taking the first bite of her apple, and I was sitting absolutely restless.

"I'll catch up with you guys later." They nodded, and resumed their chat while heading in the opposite direction as me, towards the dormitories. Instead I followed my instincts and went outside looking for the hidden entrance Emily had shown me awhile ago. I was quite proud of myself when I found it, although it still had taken me roughly, another fifteen minutes. Someone needed to cut some of the shrubbery that was starting to block it from view…

It took me trying a number of various doors, all of them locked, except for two, the first of which led to a smelly and probably abandoned bathroom, to find the door that I was looking for. I was almost saddened when the lights weren't on in the second room. It was the place that I was really betting on finding Emily. Still, something told me I should find the light switch and have a look around. Unfortunately, without the lights on it was pitch black, and I ended up falling into the shallow end of the pool shrieking at the shock of the cold waters enveloping me. Fuck sake. Of course this was going to happen. I managed to navigate my way to the edge of the pool and pull myself out. Dripping more water than I thought was even in the pool, I was able to avoid falling in again and find the lights and switch them on.

I looked around and saw giant puddles wherever I had stepped, but there was no sign of the red-head anywhere. I nearly jumped when I discovered a smaller room at the back with a barely visible light coming out of a small window in a door. I opened the door cautiously, unsure of what to expect inside, perhaps a serial killer, but the fear increased while a great sadness cast itself upon me when I saw the red-head lying on a bench facing away from me, through all the steam filling the room. I could hear sniffling. I slowly crept up to the figure and gently placed my hand on her arm giving it a light squeeze. Her body stiffened under my touch, I was sure she knew it was me, but for some reason I was having a much harder time getting her to relax than usual.

"What happened Ems?"

She shook her head. I had to push her though. She had originally seemed confident this morning; I needed to find out what had shattered her to such a depressing state.

"Ems, please…" I tried to keep my voice steady and strong for her. And after a shaky breath I heard her husky voice start to tell me what exactly did this to her…

Emily's PoV

Class was going normally, she was ranting on about the same bullshit she always does but with different words, and I was doing the usual; paying attention only enough to answer a question and nod at Principal Harrolton while managing to disappear just enough to daydream about Naomi and not take anything she says offensively.

I was watching the clock at the top of the wall behind her. Five more minutes… She snapped me out of my intent concentration on the second hand when she said something unusual for our every other week torture sessions.

"Emily, I'd like to take the last five minutes to talk to you about something."

"Alright…" She was glaring at me sternly, and I was trying to act nonchalant but the abnormality of this sudden conversation was throwing me off.

"Yes, M'am." She corrected.

I saved myself from rolling my eyes and sighing deeply and gave in.

"Yes, M'am" I hesitantly obliged.

"I've overheard that you've been getting close to one of the girls, which is a large concern to me. Naomi?"

"She's only a friend." My voice was getting small. This was the worst thing that could happen. I didn't think she'd be alerted this soon. I suppose when I've spent most of my time here as a loner, as soon as I start hanging out with someone she'd get suspicious.

"Yes, we'll because you're gay I'm going to have to interfere and ask you to stop being 'friends' with her. And by asking, I mean nicely telling you. You don't have any say in the matter." Her evil smile sent a shudder of anger through my system.

"Who's says I'm fucking gay." She winced at my swearing, I was trying to distract her from the direction this conversation was going, but failed. She took a deep breath to grasp the temper that I could see welling up inside of her, and answered me.

"Jenna has sent you here for us to fix you. You have gay intentions, and my job is to make sure you don't submit to them, whether by force or implication."

"Oh right, now that you remind me perhaps I am gay, I am fairly attracted to your saggy tits and lardy ass." I couldn't keep the anger in, it had to erupt, and fuck it, I had plans on escaping soon enough. It wasn't long that I had triumph though. A hard sting whipped across my face, my hand instantly reaching up to touch the now very sensitive skin.

"Emily Fitch, you've done it. From now on we'll be having meetings everyday after your regular classes. I didn't know the problem was this deeply embedded in your soul. I see I'll need to personally make sure you aren't making anymore foolish and sinful choices. I'm moving you out of the dorms and into my home; you are too much of a liability for yourself and the other students here."

I was almost ready to completely give in to her demands and shut down, but there was still a feint spark in me.

"You just want me to yourself, fucking cougar. Go ahead fuck me right now if you think it'll satisfy you. Take me home and make me your fuck-toy!" I stood up with my hands slamming onto the desk.

SHIT. Another sharp crash swept across my face, harder than the last one. Likely because it was still stinging from the previous slap.

"SLAP ME AGAIN BITCH. YOU'RE JUST FUCKING TURNING ME ON." The shock on her face gave me a glimmer of hope, but with one last crash onto my face my spark was put out. I grabbed the blue notebook that had fallen onto the floor and stormed out of the room. Quickly rushing to my temporary escape.

Naomi's PoV

"Oh my fucking … Emily." I reached over and pulled the red hair out of her face, revealing her cheek.

"Shit Emily, you're bleeding." I could make out the shape of a hand on her cheek. There we red streaks dripping down the side of her face, probably where nails had collided with her soft skin. I cringed at the pain Emily must be in. I hovered my hand over her cheek, but decided against touching it and instead kissed her forehead. I was able to see a small puddle of water gathered under her face from crying.

I laid down next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist, as tight as possible without preventing her from breathing. I could feel her shaking with each heavy breath she took between sobs.

"Emily, you've got to report this, this is fucking abuse." I whispered into her ear.

"No." Her voice was so small, it was scaring the shit out of me.

"Effy figured out how to get us all out of here. We're going to leave this place and never come back."

"I can't. She's taking me to hers tonight. I may as well be dead."

"No, Emily, I won't fucking let her. You're mine now." I tightened my grasp on her. "We'll leave tonight it we have to. But there is no way in hell you are going back to that fucking slapping evil fucking bitch."

"Naomi, I'm scared of her. What if she catches us?"

I winced, I hated being right. I didn't want to be right about this affecting Emily, but there was no way someone could come out of this completely unharmed.

"She won't. I promise."

"I trust you Naoms." She snuggled impossibly closer to me, trying to make herself smaller, hiding almost.

I was going to make the bitch pay later, but for now I held Emily, solely thinking about her well being until her breath evened out. Only then did I let the anger of revenge consume me. It was official that we were leaving this shithole. But now, we were going to leave with a fucking bang. You can be sure of that.

HOWS THAT. Told you it wouldn't be fluffy. I felt immense sorry writing this, poor Emily. But it needed to happen… Now to work on what the fuck that bang is going to be… err…

Muffmuncher- THANKS! AbraKadabra. *nothing happens*… Maybe I'll save the magic for the magicians.

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Shewritesforher-THANKS! Still like where this is going? Not too much drama?

Muffmuncher-THANKS! It's horrible what they used to do to gay kids in religious environments… writing was probably the least of their problems… unfortunately.

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Sorry had too much fun there. Sort of. ANYWAY. Your welcome for this quickee update. It kinda just popped into my head and I thought I'd give myself the pleasure of uploading it nice and fast. Although if it gives you pleasure too, then all the better. :) Goodnight… Or whatever time it is for ya…

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