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Emily had managed to get home and ran to the barn before she let any tears fall. She really didn't understand why she was acting the way she was, but it wasn't as if she could just change it or something. Her fits were clenched at her sides as she walked down the middle of the stables. The animals knew something must be wrong, because the younger twin would usually stop by and talk to each one, giving them a scratch or pat on her way down to Thunder. Today, however, she didn't acknowledge a single equine, and even as she reached the last stall that housed the Friesian stallion, she only opened up the stall door and continued to walk toward the pasture. Thunder followed along behind her obediently.

If she would have been paying attention, she would have noticed that Sir Paint wasn't in his stall, but she was too focused on keeping everything locked inside to have seen that.

"Emily!"

Reddened brown eyes looked over to see Katie atop the paint stallion in the pasture, right where she was headed. Emily was tempted to turn back around, she didn't need a fight from her twin right now, in fact, that was the last thing she needed at the moment. She wanted time to herself, to let her mind wander.

"Emily, I know you can hear me, and you're fucking looking right at me, yeah?"

The younger twin stopped and turned slightly to the side. She hadn't even realized that she had been looking at her sister until Katie had mentioned it. "What do you want, Katie?" Her voice was reserved and emotionless as she struggled to hold everything inside.

"There's no need to be a bitch, Ems. Just wondered how you were doing and where you've been off to all day?"

"I'm fine, and I was out. Happy?"

The elder twin looked down from her seat on her mount with an angry look in her eyes, "No, I'm not fucking happy, Emily. What's going on with you? You were fine this morning when you went off on your little adventure with JJ, and now you come home, without him, and you're a complete bitch." Her eyebrows lifted a little, and her eyes opened up wide before she hopped down off Sir Paint's back and took the couple short steps it took to stand directly in front of her mirror image. "You fucked JJ, didn't you?!"

Out of all the things she could have said, could have asked… that was the conclusion that Katie had come up with. "No, you fucking cow, I did not fuck JJ." Now her sister was less than an arm's length away from her though, so simply turning to walk away wouldn't work. She was angry at Katie, angry at Effy, and angry at herself, for letting herself get so attached to an almost complete stranger

"You're well out of line, yeah? I'm trying to be here for you." Her voice got a little quieter, almost as if the fact hurt her to admit that.

"Since when do you care about anyone but yourself, Katie? You want the truth…?"

The question was loaded, and the oldest Fitch child wasn't sure at this point in time that she really did want to hear the truth from her twin, but she also couldn't keep her head from nodding.

"So you remember Naomi, the blond that you attacked?" Emily waited for Katie to nod her head again before continuing, "She got in a fucking car crash on the way home. She's been in the hospital for 2 weeks, which is why I hadn't heard from her. She paralyzed, Katie, from the waist down." Tears were now coming down her porcelain cheeks and as her sister went to brush them away, Emily slapped at her hand. "Don't… don't touch me. Haven't you done enough?"

Katie was stunned into silence and pulled her hand back and subconsciously took a step backward, then another until she felt Sir Paint's form keeping her from going back any further. She knew she should feel guilty… wasn't that what her twin wanted… for her to feel bad for what she had done the day that Naomi got in the crash? But she didn't. She didn't crash the car, nor did she cause the wreck, so what did she have to feel sorry about? If she wasn't in the mental state to drive, she shouldn't have. It's as easy as that. "I haven't done anything, Emily. It's that lezza's own fault for getting in the accident. I wasn't there, I wasn't driving, and I wasn't even in seeing distance. I was in our room getting chewed out by dad for starting a fight." Her voice was laced with anger, just as her twin's was.

"Just leave me alone…" the younger twin said softly as she walked off toward the lake, her secluded area, her happy place.

A week and a half had gone by with no calls and no texts from the red head. Naomi was checking her phone at least every ten minutes, just to make sure she hadn't accidentally put her phone on silent or vibrate instead of vibrate and ring. Of course that wasn't the case, and when she would send a text or a voicemail she wouldn't receive a call back. She even tried calling from her mother's phone to see if Emily was just avoiding her calls, but when there was no response from that number either, she wondered what could have possibly happened to her.

She was sitting in a physical therapy room, trying to get herself prepared to get into the pool. Naomi had loved to swim, back when she had use of her legs, but now it was just hard work for her. It was like pulling around two dead logs that were tied to her body that kept trying to sink to the bottom, which would bring her right along with them. Sometimes she contemplated just letting her legs weigh her down under the surface, but then the thought of the slight red head would claim her thoughts and kick her arse right back into shape.

The stretches were the hardest part for her, and by the time she and her physical therapist got to them, she was usually cranky and ready to go home. The blond began to mumble about how stupid it was to stretch limbs that she couldn't feel.

"If you ever want to regain the use of your legs, Naomi, then you would do well to work with me, instead of against me." The short-haired brunette woman said and she sat behind the girl after putting her legs out straight. Her hands softly began to push the blond forward to stretch out her lower back, hamstrings, and calves.

They stayed in that position for fifteen or so seconds before Naomi felt something. She flew backwards, knocking the poor woman back as she did. "Are you alright, Naomi?"

"I um… I… I thought I felt… something… in, in my legs."

"That's great. Ok… so let's try this… I need you to close your eyes, and lay down." Once the blond had done what she was told the PT continued, "Now, concentrate on wiggling your toes."

"I said I felt something in my legs, not in my toes!"

"Yes, I realize that, but your toes are the furthest away, and if you can get them to move, then you can get everything to move with work."

With a bit of a grumble, Naomi nodded her head before closing her eyes and concentrating on wiggling her toes. It was as if she were willing them to move. She could remember what it felt like to move her feet, but it just wasn't working. After a good 10 minutes she opened her eyes to see the physical therapist with a huge smile on her face and her hands began to clap together. "You've got it Naomi, look!" The blond shot up, thinking that maybe she would miss her chance if she didn't move fast enough. A smile started to cross over her features as she watched her two big toes twitching forward and backward. "See, hard work does pay off, yeah?"

Naomi was so excited after the movement in her toes that she just had to try to contact Emily. After three calls with no answer, the blond opened up a new text message and quickly typed out what she wanted to say before reading it to herself silently, "Emily, I wiggled my toes today. Doesn't seem like much, but it's better than nothing. I miss you. I hope you're alright. ~N" Naomi pushed the send button and away the text went. She hoped she'd get a response this time, but she knew from the past week or so that she shouldn't hold her breath.

While she was getting herself ready to go, her physical therapist came in to tell her that next week they'd be going someplace else to do her treatment. It would be at a farm. The name didn't ring a bell to Naomi, and for a minute she had thought maybe it was Emily's… but she could remember her last name, Fitch… and this other name wasn't even close. There wasn't much she could say or do, it wasn't an option, it was something she needed to do to get better, and so she sighed a bit to herself and nodded her head.

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